<?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-8063108508146657824</id><updated>2012-01-26T16:50:12.892Z</updated><title type='text'>jardins da alma</title><subtitle type='html'>Pensamentos...Poesias...Desabafos...

Espaço dedicado às "pequenas" coisas da vida que embelezam alma...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>223</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4075280609905074902</id><published>2012-01-26T16:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:50:12.901Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos de acreditar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JObM7xJBRCk/TyGD0TkuMAI/AAAAAAAAE50/UAQcrFdtpno/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JObM7xJBRCk/TyGD0TkuMAI/AAAAAAAAE50/UAQcrFdtpno/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701983537858490370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sinto o mar beijar-me os pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada vai vem de ondas calmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio da noite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu e ele perdidos no universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha infinita saudade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem perceber deixo voar o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para longe, nos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era menina e construía castelos no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava um dia partir a navegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lá do horizonte encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinos de príncipes e princesas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizes, de encantar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo nesse momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a ser criança e acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em contos de fadas e princesas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo feito de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sonhos para conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema de ✿Liz ✿&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Alda C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4075280609905074902?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4075280609905074902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4075280609905074902' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4075280609905074902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4075280609905074902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2012/01/sonhos-de-acreditar.html' title='Sonhos de acreditar...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JObM7xJBRCk/TyGD0TkuMAI/AAAAAAAAE50/UAQcrFdtpno/s72-c/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2083064805687528546</id><published>2011-12-29T23:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T23:27:33.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS2ZIVUAfdE/Tvz3S-QkciI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/RzmayPZBMoY/s1600/anonovo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS2ZIVUAfdE/Tvz3S-QkciI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/RzmayPZBMoY/s400/anonovo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691695934411665954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2083064805687528546?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2083064805687528546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2083064805687528546' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2083064805687528546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2083064805687528546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/12/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo!!!'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PS2ZIVUAfdE/Tvz3S-QkciI/AAAAAAAAE5Q/RzmayPZBMoY/s72-c/anonovo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1862980298865179739</id><published>2011-12-23T17:09:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T17:59:47.982Z</updated><title type='text'>Boas Festas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dWHV_1MFkY/TvS2AAMTqoI/AAAAAAAAE44/dqoJadDr--M/s1600/image0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dWHV_1MFkY/TvS2AAMTqoI/AAAAAAAAE44/dqoJadDr--M/s400/image0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689372340443654786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Santo e Feliz Natal, e que Jesus entre nas vossas casas neste dia, e em todos os dias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1862980298865179739?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1862980298865179739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1862980298865179739' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1862980298865179739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1862980298865179739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/12/boas-festas.html' title='Boas Festas'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dWHV_1MFkY/TvS2AAMTqoI/AAAAAAAAE44/dqoJadDr--M/s72-c/image0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6221386701711826981</id><published>2011-12-07T00:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T00:31:07.504Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34RcSbJ1T18/Tt6zQjvQj1I/AAAAAAAAE4I/-ca7O1FOYfg/s1600/Flores%2B055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34RcSbJ1T18/Tt6zQjvQj1I/AAAAAAAAE4I/-ca7O1FOYfg/s400/Flores%2B055.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683176876840882002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Os homens cultivam cinco mil rosas num mesmo jardim e não encontram o que procuram. E, no entanto, o que eles buscam poderia&lt;br /&gt;ser achado numa só rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antoine de St. Exupery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Alda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6221386701711826981?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6221386701711826981/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6221386701711826981' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6221386701711826981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6221386701711826981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-homens-cultivam-cinco-mil-rosas-num.html' title='Pensamentos...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-34RcSbJ1T18/Tt6zQjvQj1I/AAAAAAAAE4I/-ca7O1FOYfg/s72-c/Flores%2B055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-3038890416494267238</id><published>2011-11-18T21:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T21:27:19.749Z</updated><title type='text'>Fecho os olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpXFW49H92o/TsbNjduqIjI/AAAAAAAAE20/HU7Il_93C78/s1600/Peniche%2Be%2BMira%2B042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpXFW49H92o/TsbNjduqIjI/AAAAAAAAE20/HU7Il_93C78/s400/Peniche%2Be%2BMira%2B042.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676450389506531890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sinto o mar beijar-me os pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada vai vem de ondas calmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio da noite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu e ele perdidos no universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da minha infinita saudade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem perceber deixo voar o pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para longe, nos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era menina e construía castelos no ar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava um dia partir a navegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para lá do horizonte encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reinos de príncipes e princesas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizes, de encantar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo nesse momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a ser criança e acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em contos de fadas e princesas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo feito de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sonhos para conquistar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liz" L. Vaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Alda C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-3038890416494267238?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3038890416494267238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=3038890416494267238' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3038890416494267238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3038890416494267238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/11/fecho-os-olhos.html' title='Fecho os olhos'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QpXFW49H92o/TsbNjduqIjI/AAAAAAAAE20/HU7Il_93C78/s72-c/Peniche%2Be%2BMira%2B042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1236767042167763738</id><published>2011-11-13T22:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:42:50.433Z</updated><title type='text'>O vazio é imenso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-3TErfJmCM/TsBHXDpK-dI/AAAAAAAAE1s/vS8IHE8qDWc/s1600/Mira%2Bde%2BAire%2Balmo%25C3%25A7o%2BGrutas%2B063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-3TErfJmCM/TsBHXDpK-dI/AAAAAAAAE1s/vS8IHE8qDWc/s400/Mira%2Bde%2BAire%2Balmo%25C3%25A7o%2BGrutas%2B063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674613991927380434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vazio é imenso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa horas, dias, vidas inteiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada ocupa mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa espaço, tempo, sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa o ser por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vazio ocupa imenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vazio não deixa lugar para nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entope a entrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De outro qualquer sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vazio ocupa imenso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Liz" L. Vaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Alda C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1236767042167763738?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1236767042167763738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1236767042167763738' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1236767042167763738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1236767042167763738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-vazio-e-imenso.html' title='O vazio é imenso...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k-3TErfJmCM/TsBHXDpK-dI/AAAAAAAAE1s/vS8IHE8qDWc/s72-c/Mira%2Bde%2BAire%2Balmo%25C3%25A7o%2BGrutas%2B063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-850471850702637399</id><published>2011-11-05T00:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-05T00:32:48.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Crie a firmeza interior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2H8fT1Je94/TrSEFOtKZII/AAAAAAAAE08/qljgs5qeff4/s1600/mar%2B%2Bfoto%2Bmarciano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2H8fT1Je94/TrSEFOtKZII/AAAAAAAAE08/qljgs5qeff4/s400/mar%2B%2Bfoto%2Bmarciano.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671303056148030594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se abale com os acontecimentos. Fique acima dos problemas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desenvolva pensamentos resistentes. Convença-se de que os problemas existem para o seu aperfeiçoamento e que todos são resolvidos por você de uma forma ou de outra. Acredite no poder que Deus colocou dentro de você. Essa é a chave que abre as portas do êxito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí vem a firmeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma firmeza maior nasce da sua perfeita compreensão de que Deus é amor puro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourival Lopes &lt;br /&gt;foto marciano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-850471850702637399?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/850471850702637399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=850471850702637399' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/850471850702637399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/850471850702637399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/11/crie-firmeza-interior.html' title='Crie a firmeza interior...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-B2H8fT1Je94/TrSEFOtKZII/AAAAAAAAE08/qljgs5qeff4/s72-c/mar%2B%2Bfoto%2Bmarciano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5235216138084610116</id><published>2011-11-01T01:06:00.010Z</published><updated>2011-11-13T22:43:51.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Batalha     Património Mundial</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y10QO6g-_nA/Tq9KmvXSC_I/AAAAAAAAEzs/GuKpx7sFbh0/s1600/Batalha%2B107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y10QO6g-_nA/Tq9KmvXSC_I/AAAAAAAAEzs/GuKpx7sFbh0/s400/Batalha%2B107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669832485292346354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqzTmGNkNyw/Tq9KIPkgMKI/AAAAAAAAEzg/rhflXluA8ew/s1600/Batalha%2B124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uqzTmGNkNyw/Tq9KIPkgMKI/AAAAAAAAEzg/rhflXluA8ew/s400/Batalha%2B124.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669831961361789090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ukJw8KEGRk/Tq9JWlJ8jkI/AAAAAAAAEzU/nJu1bktoqy4/s1600/Batalha%2B065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3ukJw8KEGRk/Tq9JWlJ8jkI/AAAAAAAAEzU/nJu1bktoqy4/s400/Batalha%2B065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669831108162522690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Okg-k1LK96k/Tq9I2qbfPqI/AAAAAAAAEzI/lg3l6puVAXQ/s1600/Batalha%2B071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Okg-k1LK96k/Tq9I2qbfPqI/AAAAAAAAEzI/lg3l6puVAXQ/s400/Batalha%2B071.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669830559822462626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRRxWCK67jM/Tq9H4ZbdJjI/AAAAAAAAEy8/OmkyKfHvito/s1600/Batalha%2B098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fRRxWCK67jM/Tq9H4ZbdJjI/AAAAAAAAEy8/OmkyKfHvito/s400/Batalha%2B098.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669829490107033138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KX_24oeJr2c/Tq9HFFUmq9I/AAAAAAAAEyw/jtLxQTYUegE/s1600/Batalha%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KX_24oeJr2c/Tq9HFFUmq9I/AAAAAAAAEyw/jtLxQTYUegE/s400/Batalha%2B061.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669828608536259538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdKmtg-FoXY/Tq9GkUSqBiI/AAAAAAAAEyk/jekJ1oVs0a4/s1600/Batalha%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YdKmtg-FoXY/Tq9GkUSqBiI/AAAAAAAAEyk/jekJ1oVs0a4/s400/Batalha%2B016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669828045618939426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breve história&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mosteiro de Santa Maria da Vitória (mais conhecido como Mosteiro da Batalha) foi mandado edificar por D. João I de Portugal como agradecimento à Virgem Maria pela vitória na Batalha de Aljubarrota. Este mosteiro dominicano foi construído ao longo de dois séculos, desde o início em 1386 até cerca de 1517, ao longo do reinado de sete reis de Portugal, embora desde 1388 já ali vivessem os primeiros dominicanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exemplo da arquitectura gótica tardia portuguesa, ou estilo manuelino, é considerado património mundial pela UNESCO, e em 2007 foi eleito como uma das sete maravilhas de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Alda C.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5235216138084610116?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5235216138084610116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5235216138084610116' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5235216138084610116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5235216138084610116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/11/batalha-patrimonio-mundial.html' title='Batalha     Património Mundial'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y10QO6g-_nA/Tq9KmvXSC_I/AAAAAAAAEzs/GuKpx7sFbh0/s72-c/Batalha%2B107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2654185328979994507</id><published>2011-10-27T11:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-27T11:46:06.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A porta do lado..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zCtYZExBFo/Tqk2J2Iw-0I/AAAAAAAAEwU/rbBaY6dCmnk/s1600/gatinho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zCtYZExBFo/Tqk2J2Iw-0I/AAAAAAAAEwU/rbBaY6dCmnk/s400/gatinho.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668121148801481538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Porta do lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os desacertos da vida ameaçarem o seu bom humor, não estrague o seu dia... Use a porta do lado e mantenha a sua harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se, o humor é contagiante - para o bem e para o mal - portanto, sorria, e contagie todos ao seu redor com a sua alegria.&lt;br /&gt;A "Porta do lado" pode ser uma boa entrada ou uma boa saída...&lt;br /&gt;Experimente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dráuzio Varella&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2654185328979994507?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2654185328979994507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2654185328979994507' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2654185328979994507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2654185328979994507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/10/porta-do-lado.html' title='A porta do lado..'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5zCtYZExBFo/Tqk2J2Iw-0I/AAAAAAAAEwU/rbBaY6dCmnk/s72-c/gatinho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-605123401912383059</id><published>2011-10-01T21:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:56:31.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas os teus olhos… sem palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efW_OpbRkAc/Tod-Rx4OsAI/AAAAAAAAEvo/eB5z89wpFaw/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efW_OpbRkAc/Tod-Rx4OsAI/AAAAAAAAEvo/eB5z89wpFaw/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B301.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658630300726374402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é Outono e as pessoas evoluem em passo lento, resignadas e cansadas.&lt;br /&gt;Os corpos despegados soltam-se a espaços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há rostos que falam, que contam histórias...olhares brilhantes, sorridentes, outros tristes, marejados discretos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras perdem-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas nem se dão por achadas, os gestos tocam e encontram-nos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As palavras tentam, mordem, alcançam, cantam-se e ferem, abanam e apoderam-se de nós, enlaçando, remexendo, correndo desabridas sem alcance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos suspensos num tempo de nada, tentando derrubes de defesas construídas com cuidado e propriedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leio as tuas histórias sem nome nem rosto, maquetas construídas a preceito, palavras que sublinham desenho, leituras suaves e um deserto de emoções à deriva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te olho não preciso de palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu fazes um cerimonial de desacertos e procuras a geometria do meu corpo na voragem dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lábios deslumbrados e sangue dos sentidos, lábios com palavras escritas por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te oiço não preciso da tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços de teias, enredos, labirintos, medo de abraços sem antestreia nem ensaio geral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo sem espaço, dias e noites em desacordo, voragem dos dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O âmago da solidão que me invade e me habita,o solfejo em partituras, o teu regresso ao meu sorriso, adjectivos e perífrases prolongadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já é Outono e os corpos a descompasso, olhares profundos, inquietos, a memória da terra, a minha ausência temporal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jardins de ódios e afectos, buganvílias e ervas aromáticas, um oceano no teu olhar, Cassiopeia em meu redor, sonhos líricos vertiginosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São escritos que concebes e eu acolho, invasão nocturna sem gestos nem afagos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas os teus olhos sem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicada por Pedro Viegas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blogue http://1000conversas.blogspot.com                                              &lt;br /&gt;Foto alda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-605123401912383059?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/605123401912383059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=605123401912383059' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/605123401912383059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/605123401912383059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/10/apenas-os-teus-olhos-sem-palavras.html' title='Apenas os teus olhos… sem palavras'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-efW_OpbRkAc/Tod-Rx4OsAI/AAAAAAAAEvo/eB5z89wpFaw/s72-c/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B301.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2342171741069600497</id><published>2011-09-26T14:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-26T15:03:12.407+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não posso partir, nem ficar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--76E0c1oNnY/ToCFkph0hiI/AAAAAAAAEuw/c2xUbp4Z1pI/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--76E0c1oNnY/ToCFkph0hiI/AAAAAAAAEuw/c2xUbp4Z1pI/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656667996646835746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Não posso partir nem ficar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" não posso partir&lt;br /&gt;nem ficar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me só ficar&lt;br /&gt;abandonada em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;escorrida do teu suor&lt;br /&gt;menina que já não seja&lt;br /&gt;mas a magnólia dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lótus desmaiada&lt;br /&gt;no colo dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lágrima e sorriso&lt;br /&gt;do teu e do meu prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lava-me no teu fogo sagrado&lt;br /&gt;embebeda-me no teu branco sémen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penetra a boca doce do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;deixa-me ser o teu punhado&lt;br /&gt;de hortelã fresca, colhida na madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inquieta-me a alma&lt;br /&gt;dá-me o teu sopro&lt;br /&gt;odor agri-doce de jasmim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fico terra lavrada&lt;br /&gt;ardente dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;faz de mim o teu manto de cetim&lt;br /&gt;serei a tua ferida sarada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serei a língua molhada&lt;br /&gt;que ara o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;e semeia nos rasgos do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as palavras que o vento traz&lt;br /&gt;e depõe nas tuas nobres mãos&lt;br /&gt;as sementes de tanto amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serei o gemido incontido&lt;br /&gt;murmúrio furioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lábio mordido&lt;br /&gt;serei a cascata infinita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serei gruta escondida&lt;br /&gt;do teu desejo libidinoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas deixa&lt;br /&gt;que seja somente&lt;br /&gt;o prazer regado&lt;br /&gt;pela manhã fresca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...anda&lt;br /&gt;vá&lt;br /&gt;vem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...beijar o meu segredo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AnaBlue/2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Alda Caetano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2342171741069600497?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2342171741069600497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2342171741069600497' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2342171741069600497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2342171741069600497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/09/nao-posso-partir-nem-ficar.html' title='Não posso partir, nem ficar...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--76E0c1oNnY/ToCFkph0hiI/AAAAAAAAEuw/c2xUbp4Z1pI/s72-c/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-3335632324412316533</id><published>2011-08-30T18:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T19:42:13.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque gritamos?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRkrHT9Dwlw/Tl0Y_cLe-MI/AAAAAAAAEuA/6ii4BRnzqYM/s1600/Can%25C3%25A1rio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRkrHT9Dwlw/Tl0Y_cLe-MI/AAAAAAAAEuA/6ii4BRnzqYM/s400/Can%25C3%25A1rio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646696985967655106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque gritamos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, um pensador indiano fez a seguinte pergunta aos seus discípulos:&lt;br /&gt;"Porque é que as pessoas gritam quando estão aborrecidas?"&lt;br /&gt;"Gritamos porque perdemos a calma", disse um deles.&lt;br /&gt;"Mas, por que gritar quando a outra pessoa está ao seu lado?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questionou novamente o pensador.&lt;br /&gt;"Bem, gritamos porque desejamos que a outra pessoa nos ouça", retrucou outro discípulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mestre volta a perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;"Então não é possível falar-lhe em voz baixa?" Várias outras respostas surgiram,&lt;br /&gt;mas nenhuma convenceu o pensador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ele esclareceu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vocês sabem porque se grita com uma pessoa quando se está aborrecido?"&lt;br /&gt;O facto é que, quando duas pessoas estão aborrecidas, os seus corações&lt;br /&gt;afastam-se muito.&lt;br /&gt;Para cobrir esta distância precisam gritar para poderem escutar-se mutuamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais aborrecidas estiverem, mais forte terão que gritar para se ouvirem um&lt;br /&gt;ao outro, através da grande distância. Por outro lado, o que sucede quando duas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;estão apaixonadas? Elas não gritam. Falam suavemente. E por quê? Porque os seus corações estão&lt;br /&gt;muito perto. A distância entre elas é pequena. Às vezes os seus corações estão tão&lt;br /&gt;próximos, que nem falam, somente sussurram. E quando o amor é mais intenso, não necessitam&lt;br /&gt;sequer de sussurrar, apenas se olham, e basta. Os seus corações entendem-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso que acontece quando duas pessoas que se amam estão próximas."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, o pensador conclui, disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quando vocês discutirem, não deixem que os vossos corações se afastem, não digam palavras&lt;br /&gt;que os distanciem mais, pois chegará um dia em que a distância será tanta que não mais&lt;br /&gt;encontrarão o caminho de volta".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-3335632324412316533?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3335632324412316533/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=3335632324412316533' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3335632324412316533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3335632324412316533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/08/porque-gritamos.html' title='Porque gritamos?'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FRkrHT9Dwlw/Tl0Y_cLe-MI/AAAAAAAAEuA/6ii4BRnzqYM/s72-c/Can%25C3%25A1rio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5729278647409132758</id><published>2011-08-09T11:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T11:59:42.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei quantas almas tenho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi--Akl02lc/TkES3BQt5WI/AAAAAAAAEto/HX3Y20VGXiM/s1600/nua%2Be%2Bferida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi--Akl02lc/TkES3BQt5WI/AAAAAAAAEto/HX3Y20VGXiM/s320/nua%2Be%2Bferida.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638808944885228898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quantas almas tenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quantas almas tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Cada momento mudei.&lt;br /&gt;Continuamente me estranho.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me vi nem achei.&lt;br /&gt;De tanto ser, só tenho alma.&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem alma não tem calma.&lt;br /&gt;Quem vê é só o que vê,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sente não é quem é,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atento ao que sou e vejo,&lt;br /&gt;Torno-me eles e não eu.&lt;br /&gt;Cada meu sonho ou desejo&lt;br /&gt;É do que nasce e não meu.&lt;br /&gt;Sou minha própria paisagem,&lt;br /&gt;Assisto à minha passagem,&lt;br /&gt;Diverso, móbil e só,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei sentir-me onde estou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, alheio, vou lendo&lt;br /&gt;Como páginas, meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;O que segue não prevendo,&lt;br /&gt;O que passou a esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Noto à margem do que li&lt;br /&gt;O que julguei que senti.&lt;br /&gt;Releio e digo: &lt;&lt;Fui eu?&gt;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus sabe, porque o escreveu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5729278647409132758?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5729278647409132758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5729278647409132758' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5729278647409132758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5729278647409132758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-sei-quantas-almas-tenho.html' title='Não sei quantas almas tenho...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Oi--Akl02lc/TkES3BQt5WI/AAAAAAAAEto/HX3Y20VGXiM/s72-c/nua%2Be%2Bferida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2127897123150400636</id><published>2011-07-05T22:19:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T22:26:07.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A poesia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm6BIlpKRg4/ThOBIasWwZI/AAAAAAAAEsg/9T1OshyfT8Q/s1600/DSC_0058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm6BIlpKRg4/ThOBIasWwZI/AAAAAAAAEsg/9T1OshyfT8Q/s400/DSC_0058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625982341120180626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A poesia está na alma, como o rouxinol está nos ramos. "&lt;br /&gt;( Alfred Musset ) &lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2127897123150400636?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2127897123150400636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2127897123150400636' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2127897123150400636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2127897123150400636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/07/poesia.html' title='A poesia...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Hm6BIlpKRg4/ThOBIasWwZI/AAAAAAAAEsg/9T1OshyfT8Q/s72-c/DSC_0058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-3235316138805782044</id><published>2011-06-25T16:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T16:41:23.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queria ser um anjo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUG26cpZPx4/TgYBk8yIh3I/AAAAAAAAErw/h4DdHPpfeDY/s1600/Algarve%2B017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUG26cpZPx4/TgYBk8yIh3I/AAAAAAAAErw/h4DdHPpfeDY/s400/Algarve%2B017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622182919121962866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;a dor da solidão acabar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;a luz da tua lua à noite levar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;teus sonhos encantar&lt;br /&gt;Queria mesmo ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;tua dor e angustia tirar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;poder levitar e ao teu lado estar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;tuas lágrimas com beijos secar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;o feio em belo transformar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;a saudade exterminar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;teu riso fazer brotar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;teu coração sarar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser teu anjo para&lt;br /&gt;contigo sempre estar&lt;br /&gt;Queria ser um anjo para&lt;br /&gt;o tempo voltar e recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iza Mota&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-3235316138805782044?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3235316138805782044/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=3235316138805782044' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3235316138805782044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3235316138805782044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/06/queria-ser-um-anjo.html' title='Queria ser um anjo...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PUG26cpZPx4/TgYBk8yIh3I/AAAAAAAAErw/h4DdHPpfeDY/s72-c/Algarve%2B017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5712766460981680388</id><published>2011-06-18T23:34:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T11:25:47.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu fiel amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2Lk9I_U9wc/TgBuUOv6-5I/AAAAAAAAErA/4-xRICWwggg/s1600/Luki%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2Lk9I_U9wc/TgBuUOv6-5I/AAAAAAAAErA/4-xRICWwggg/s320/Luki%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620613628793912210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PARTISTE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir de hoje não mais verás a lua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não chorarás quando não estamos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não ficarás delirante quando chegamos a casa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não farás gracinhas para te batermos palmas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não nos acordarás de manhã,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pássaros que comiam a teu lado sentirão a tua falta,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jardim sem ti, não terá a mesma beleza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais veremos a doçura do teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pressentis-te que hoje era o teu ultimo dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os teus donos também, e ofereceram-te a paz,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a noite é diferente, mais negra e mais triste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tem mais uma estrelinha no céu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luki, meu fiel amigo, já sinto a tua falta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5712766460981680388?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5712766460981680388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5712766460981680388' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5712766460981680388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5712766460981680388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/06/partiste.html' title='Meu fiel amigo...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d2Lk9I_U9wc/TgBuUOv6-5I/AAAAAAAAErA/4-xRICWwggg/s72-c/Luki%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-156864361998214248</id><published>2011-06-09T12:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T13:04:19.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que passou, passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrXpeD1FhVY/TfCxEx550zI/AAAAAAAAEpo/7ywsOdSzchU/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrXpeD1FhVY/TfCxEx550zI/AAAAAAAAEpo/7ywsOdSzchU/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616183431004803890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que passou, passou.&lt;br /&gt;Não fique se lastimando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se errou, não permaneça recordando&lt;br /&gt;o erro e se martirizando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometa a Deus não cometer a mesma falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida caminha para a frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que passou, passou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levante o pensamento e entre no&lt;br /&gt;trabalho com alegria e ânimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O trabalho bem executado faz&lt;br /&gt;esquecer o passado faltoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cumpra o que prometer a Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus fez o movimento da vida voltado para o futuro&lt;br /&gt;para que pudéssemos recomeçar sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourival Lopes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-156864361998214248?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/156864361998214248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=156864361998214248' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/156864361998214248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/156864361998214248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-que-passou-passou.html' title='O que passou, passou...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LrXpeD1FhVY/TfCxEx550zI/AAAAAAAAEpo/7ywsOdSzchU/s72-c/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7691742143657754369</id><published>2011-06-05T17:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T17:38:08.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpL2ESk5D_o/TeuvTN1FkEI/AAAAAAAAEpg/0SL995dFkmM/s1600/Alviela%2BRosa%2BEsperan%25C3%25A7a%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpL2ESk5D_o/TeuvTN1FkEI/AAAAAAAAEpg/0SL995dFkmM/s400/Alviela%2BRosa%2BEsperan%25C3%25A7a%2B027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614774105112154178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CORAGEM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É resistência ao medo, domínio do medo, e não ausência do medo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt-9Wk676I4/TeuuYCNMWyI/AAAAAAAAEpY/armhJOQiG5M/s1600/Alviela%2BRosa%2BEsperan%25C3%25A7a%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xt-9Wk676I4/TeuuYCNMWyI/AAAAAAAAEpY/armhJOQiG5M/s400/Alviela%2BRosa%2BEsperan%25C3%25A7a%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614773088379755298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceste do rio Alviela Alcanena  Santarém&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7691742143657754369?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7691742143657754369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7691742143657754369' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7691742143657754369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7691742143657754369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/06/coragem.html' title='Coragem...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dpL2ESk5D_o/TeuvTN1FkEI/AAAAAAAAEpg/0SL995dFkmM/s72-c/Alviela%2BRosa%2BEsperan%25C3%25A7a%2B027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1568818265018405190</id><published>2011-05-24T16:58:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T22:35:20.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMq4Np-zPU4/TdvV3uQdhiI/AAAAAAAAEo8/bLeJAtQ-V4o/s1600/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMq4Np-zPU4/TdvV3uQdhiI/AAAAAAAAEo8/bLeJAtQ-V4o/s400/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610312914106680866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver contigo no fim do dia, poderás ver as minhas cicatrizes, e então saberás que eu me feri e também me curei.&lt;br /&gt;(Tagore)&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter de fazer uma pausa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A todos que me visitam um até já! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1568818265018405190?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1568818265018405190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1568818265018405190' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1568818265018405190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1568818265018405190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/05/esperanca.html' title='Esperança...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMq4Np-zPU4/TdvV3uQdhiI/AAAAAAAAEo8/bLeJAtQ-V4o/s72-c/esperan%25C3%25A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4203862076153597263</id><published>2011-05-22T18:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T18:35:50.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras da noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpw07W23Uq8/TdlI1JaMSbI/AAAAAAAAEoU/XQIdMTj6Coc/s1600/imagens%2Bspa%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpw07W23Uq8/TdlI1JaMSbI/AAAAAAAAEoU/XQIdMTj6Coc/s400/imagens%2Bspa%2B014.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609594888762706354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras da noite&lt;br /&gt;Não jogue palavras ao vento que passa e tudo leva.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe seus pensamentos soltos na noite fria.&lt;br /&gt;O Universo tudo lê, tudo enxerga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a tristeza se fez companheira,&lt;br /&gt;se o amor se fez peça perdida no tabuleiro do romance,&lt;br /&gt;se quem deveria estar aqui não está,&lt;br /&gt;se quem deveria consolar partiu,&lt;br /&gt;se a saudade está doendo demais,&lt;br /&gt;acredite:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um pensamento diferente,&lt;br /&gt;uma canção nunca ouvida,&lt;br /&gt;uma força desconhecida,&lt;br /&gt;pode te levar ao esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;que é porta para o novo dia,&lt;br /&gt;que se junta a outros dias como alento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a vida, sábia conselheira,&lt;br /&gt;traz pelas mãos o que te falta e complementa,&lt;br /&gt;a sua metade ausente,&lt;br /&gt;o coração tão carente,&lt;br /&gt;a paixão outrora tão ardente,&lt;br /&gt;que agora se transforma em doce melodia,&lt;br /&gt;em coração que bate num compasso suave,&lt;br /&gt;marcando o ritmo de um novo tempo,&lt;br /&gt;tempo de se desejar, apenas amar,&lt;br /&gt;ser feliz sem pensar,&lt;br /&gt;ser feliz pelo admirar,&lt;br /&gt;se deixar, e deixar o vento soprar,&lt;br /&gt;para anunciar, o amor que acaba de chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4203862076153597263?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4203862076153597263/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4203862076153597263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4203862076153597263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4203862076153597263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/05/palavras-da-noite.html' title='Palavras da noite...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mpw07W23Uq8/TdlI1JaMSbI/AAAAAAAAEoU/XQIdMTj6Coc/s72-c/imagens%2Bspa%2B014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7208797464665756911</id><published>2011-05-17T22:16:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T21:06:34.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Guimarães</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35Wxz-5RKuA/TdLqc-rEdzI/AAAAAAAAEm0/Sqktt161TtI/s1600/DSC05584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35Wxz-5RKuA/TdLqc-rEdzI/AAAAAAAAEm0/Sqktt161TtI/s400/DSC05584.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607802269610571570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5sPnqNn6yk/TdLoC1cYv2I/AAAAAAAAEms/L1bmHE1BOYI/s1600/DSC05608.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-g5sPnqNn6yk/TdLoC1cYv2I/AAAAAAAAEms/L1bmHE1BOYI/s400/DSC05608.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607799621433212770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmtvhIBlh6A/TdLnMht0p1I/AAAAAAAAEmU/S09qhW5hhG4/s1600/DSC05604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kmtvhIBlh6A/TdLnMht0p1I/AAAAAAAAEmU/S09qhW5hhG4/s400/DSC05604.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607798688424699730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guimarães num dia de outono de 2010. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei à cidade berço de Portugal passados tantos anos, mas o tempo era pouco e estava chuvoso para ver tanta beleza...terei que lá voltar brevemente.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7208797464665756911?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7208797464665756911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7208797464665756911' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7208797464665756911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7208797464665756911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/05/guimaraes.html' title='Guimarães'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-35Wxz-5RKuA/TdLqc-rEdzI/AAAAAAAAEm0/Sqktt161TtI/s72-c/DSC05584.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-3610063716002290680</id><published>2011-05-07T22:55:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T01:59:11.530+01:00</updated><title type='text'>lha da Berlenga</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z21FElmUPdU/TcXCkCjuI8I/AAAAAAAAElU/kcEvXSxmOk0/s1600/berlengas%2B118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z21FElmUPdU/TcXCkCjuI8I/AAAAAAAAElU/kcEvXSxmOk0/s400/berlengas%2B118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604099235750224834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-onGbXqmsw/TcXCGFv3oQI/AAAAAAAAElM/kd3cNYVkIbE/s1600/berlengas%2B125.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0-onGbXqmsw/TcXCGFv3oQI/AAAAAAAAElM/kd3cNYVkIbE/s400/berlengas%2B125.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604098721210409218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqV_vtnvoA8/TcXBvS_hTYI/AAAAAAAAElE/n9PYCw2PZe4/s1600/berlengas%2B147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xqV_vtnvoA8/TcXBvS_hTYI/AAAAAAAAElE/n9PYCw2PZe4/s400/berlengas%2B147.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604098329628724610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfgUpdX2hW0/TcXA29k34WI/AAAAAAAAEk0/kdvrvYwkOH0/s1600/berlengas%2B127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfgUpdX2hW0/TcXA29k34WI/AAAAAAAAEk0/kdvrvYwkOH0/s400/berlengas%2B127.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604097361807139170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A água é uma verdadeira beleza... transparente e em tons ora verdes ora azuis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-3610063716002290680?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3610063716002290680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=3610063716002290680' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3610063716002290680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3610063716002290680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/05/lha-da-berlenga-uma-maravilha-da.html' title='lha da Berlenga'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-z21FElmUPdU/TcXCkCjuI8I/AAAAAAAAElU/kcEvXSxmOk0/s72-c/berlengas%2B118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2430271242268191945</id><published>2011-04-29T23:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T23:25:29.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida tem muito para te dar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bb9sj8mEy0E/Tbs6rv4IjcI/AAAAAAAAEj8/7Mcj0vJO4VY/s1600/berlengas%2B130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bb9sj8mEy0E/Tbs6rv4IjcI/AAAAAAAAEj8/7Mcj0vJO4VY/s400/berlengas%2B130.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601135084826037698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida tem muito para te dar.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, como pode ela te dar o melhor, se nunca te&lt;br /&gt;encontra no lugar certo? Frequentas locais onde nada&lt;br /&gt;tens a aprender, dizes o que não te convém, procuras o&lt;br /&gt;que não tem proveito, andas por caminhos que não te&lt;br /&gt;levam a nada bom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é rica e quer te dar progresso, beleza, paz, felicidade. No entanto, se não estiveres no lugar certo, ela perde as condições de beneficiar-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acerta o passo com a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de fazer algo, pensa&lt;br /&gt;"Em que isto serve a mim e aos outros? O que me acrescenta?"&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que acertas o passo com a vida, ela te mostra a&lt;br /&gt;riqueza que tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourival Lopes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2430271242268191945?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2430271242268191945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2430271242268191945' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2430271242268191945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2430271242268191945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/04/vida-tem-muito-para-te-dar.html' title='A vida tem muito para te dar...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bb9sj8mEy0E/Tbs6rv4IjcI/AAAAAAAAEj8/7Mcj0vJO4VY/s72-c/berlengas%2B130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6873330270809299997</id><published>2011-04-24T00:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T00:36:02.641+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda à tanto que fazer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAv1xhgROCw/TbNiDW8NhcI/AAAAAAAAEjk/RrJdwfaFGkE/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAv1xhgROCw/TbNiDW8NhcI/AAAAAAAAEjk/RrJdwfaFGkE/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B218.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598926571588912578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há tanto que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;na minha vida há decisões que devo tomar,&lt;br /&gt;na minha família, atitudes que pedem reflexão,&lt;br /&gt;no meu trabalho, pessoas que pedem paciência,&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas pessoas que pedem compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;E se me perco em meio ás lamentações,&lt;br /&gt;se me entrego as reclamações da alma queixosa,&lt;br /&gt;paro e reflito, ainda há tanto o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor, por vezes sinto a ausência,&lt;br /&gt;por tantas vezes a solidão bate a porta,&lt;br /&gt;decepções e amarguras me fazem parar,&lt;br /&gt;um desejo de largar tudo e me fechar.&lt;br /&gt;Se não entendo quem eu amo,&lt;br /&gt;se espero mais do que podem me dar,&lt;br /&gt;é minha alma carente que grita,&lt;br /&gt;é um desejo infantil de amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Paro e reflito, ainda há tanto que amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia a dia, sinto o cansaço chegar,&lt;br /&gt;o nervosismo me ataca, quero brigar.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas parecem não me ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;falo e repito a mesma coisa, e por vezes,&lt;br /&gt;entre o desespero de querer acertar,&lt;br /&gt;e a intenção de ser o melhor, eu me perco.&lt;br /&gt;Sou alguém que não conheço,&lt;br /&gt;faço coisas que até me espantam, sinto medo.&lt;br /&gt;E se tento me esconder do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;paro e reflito, ainda há tanto que aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refletir, aprender, fazer e amar,&lt;br /&gt;eu me concentro nas possibilidades,&lt;br /&gt;eu me agarro na esperança,&lt;br /&gt;sou adulto, mas gostaria mesmo é de ser criança,&lt;br /&gt;o mundo me aflige, sinto que não vou conseguir,&lt;br /&gt;mas há algo em mim que grita e diz,&lt;br /&gt;que ainda há tanto que ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6873330270809299997?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6873330270809299997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6873330270809299997' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6873330270809299997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6873330270809299997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/04/ainda-tanto-que-fazer.html' title='Ainda à tanto que fazer...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zAv1xhgROCw/TbNiDW8NhcI/AAAAAAAAEjk/RrJdwfaFGkE/s72-c/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B218.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2922708818896738412</id><published>2011-04-16T00:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T00:20:00.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas belas dão paz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nbs4YhRO_U/TajSbs82OiI/AAAAAAAAEiE/NHsHgevPlww/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B328.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nbs4YhRO_U/TajSbs82OiI/AAAAAAAAEiE/NHsHgevPlww/s320/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B328.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595953910372514338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG8AZz6yEZc/TajR5TLc_MI/AAAAAAAAEh8/r3bFEFlWfjc/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DG8AZz6yEZc/TajR5TLc_MI/AAAAAAAAEh8/r3bFEFlWfjc/s320/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B330.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595953319338900674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas belas dão paz.&lt;br /&gt;Pense no sol da manhã que penetra o quarto;&lt;br /&gt;no sol do crepúsculo, que passa por baixo das nuvens, colorindo-as;&lt;br /&gt;nas nuvens que derramam a chuva vivificante;&lt;br /&gt;na brisa que refresca o ar, em dia calorento;&lt;br /&gt;na flor de cores fortes, que enfeita a grama bem tratada;&lt;br /&gt;na pessoa amada que chega com um sorriso;&lt;br /&gt;nas estrelas que brilham na noite escura;&lt;br /&gt;na notícia que chega depois de longa espera;&lt;br /&gt;no sonho da criança em seu cântico de alegria;&lt;br /&gt;no afago de sua mãe;&lt;br /&gt;na prece bem sentida no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Abra a alma para o que é belo.&lt;br /&gt;Um instante a apreciar a beleza traz mais de mil lições.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourival Lopes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2922708818896738412?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2922708818896738412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2922708818896738412' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2922708818896738412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2922708818896738412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/04/coisas-belas-dao-paz.html' title='Coisas belas dão paz...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0nbs4YhRO_U/TajSbs82OiI/AAAAAAAAEiE/NHsHgevPlww/s72-c/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1105198014451981510</id><published>2011-04-09T22:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T22:43:37.578+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8l9A0YuCT4/TaDSW2SXKhI/AAAAAAAAEhU/ReRshZPuc7A/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8l9A0YuCT4/TaDSW2SXKhI/AAAAAAAAEhU/ReRshZPuc7A/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593702027165641234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqhlGDoXRcQ/TaDR12B2dhI/AAAAAAAAEhM/T0qgS7r_B0Q/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B286.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OqhlGDoXRcQ/TaDR12B2dhI/AAAAAAAAEhM/T0qgS7r_B0Q/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B286.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593701460160706066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagens de um belo dia na linda cidade de Évora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1105198014451981510?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1105198014451981510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1105198014451981510' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1105198014451981510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1105198014451981510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/04/reflexos.html' title='Reflexos...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D8l9A0YuCT4/TaDSW2SXKhI/AAAAAAAAEhU/ReRshZPuc7A/s72-c/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B299.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-8715280064756836327</id><published>2011-03-13T22:55:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:25:40.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Pôr-do-Sol no Alentejo - Beja</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52fkrNEgb8w/TX1QRpj44nI/AAAAAAAAEdU/qSrGAJZ_EZE/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52fkrNEgb8w/TX1QRpj44nI/AAAAAAAAEdU/qSrGAJZ_EZE/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B033.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583707377153663602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOCsiER0aIs/TX1PFOjLDdI/AAAAAAAAEdE/UIQxjDXDNQ8/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jOCsiER0aIs/TX1PFOjLDdI/AAAAAAAAEdE/UIQxjDXDNQ8/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583706064232844754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pJSzcnA9EI/TX1OHzNUJWI/AAAAAAAAEc8/jMmieN61Z9w/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_pJSzcnA9EI/TX1OHzNUJWI/AAAAAAAAEc8/jMmieN61Z9w/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583705008921388386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqm6vUV0h24/TX1MnpFrM2I/AAAAAAAAEck/gk0TPf5i56g/s1600/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fqm6vUV0h24/TX1MnpFrM2I/AAAAAAAAEck/gk0TPf5i56g/s400/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583703356937548642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei maravilhada com este pôr-do-sol ... que cores lindas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos tiradas no dia 26 de Fevereiro de 2011.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-8715280064756836327?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8715280064756836327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=8715280064756836327' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8715280064756836327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8715280064756836327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/03/por-do-sol-no-alentejo-beja.html' title='Pôr-do-Sol no Alentejo - Beja'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-52fkrNEgb8w/TX1QRpj44nI/AAAAAAAAEdU/qSrGAJZ_EZE/s72-c/Beja%2B%25C3%2589vora%2B2011%2B033.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5315091604000803034</id><published>2011-02-28T22:40:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T23:12:23.219Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflexos da natureza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msfi6b6x7Ts/TWwnwRJ2nhI/AAAAAAAAEbc/kzzonovomk0/s1600/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B266.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msfi6b6x7Ts/TWwnwRJ2nhI/AAAAAAAAEbc/kzzonovomk0/s320/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B266.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578877748597136914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as coisas da natureza existe algo de maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Aristóteles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLSiw7ztipc/TWwnKtNEuCI/AAAAAAAAEbU/qnMLS7RNv4k/s1600/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lLSiw7ztipc/TWwnKtNEuCI/AAAAAAAAEbU/qnMLS7RNv4k/s320/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B269.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578877103291807778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a arte é imitação da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;Séneca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6xPx3y3aEw/TWwmYcHpvkI/AAAAAAAAEbM/36R3EGU1ZzA/s1600/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y6xPx3y3aEw/TWwmYcHpvkI/AAAAAAAAEbM/36R3EGU1ZzA/s320/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B212.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578876239712206402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5315091604000803034?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5315091604000803034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5315091604000803034' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5315091604000803034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5315091604000803034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/02/reflexos-da-natureza.html' title='Reflexos da natureza...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-msfi6b6x7Ts/TWwnwRJ2nhI/AAAAAAAAEbc/kzzonovomk0/s72-c/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B266.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4991221024565056554</id><published>2011-02-11T23:55:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-12T11:51:36.859Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu amo a natureza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPI-j7algRk/TVXXJQbGeKI/AAAAAAAAEaU/2mEUZDogtJk/s1600/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B235.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPI-j7algRk/TVXXJQbGeKI/AAAAAAAAEaU/2mEUZDogtJk/s400/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B235.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572596667968288930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNoyjnI9u0A/TVXWb1vMDuI/AAAAAAAAEaM/f3r784PQI1A/s1600/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNoyjnI9u0A/TVXWb1vMDuI/AAAAAAAAEaM/f3r784PQI1A/s400/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572595887710670562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEGDDO9VsqQ/TVXPMiZ2WGI/AAAAAAAAEaE/zJN4T4ngkQY/s1600/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SEGDDO9VsqQ/TVXPMiZ2WGI/AAAAAAAAEaE/zJN4T4ngkQY/s400/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B114.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572587928241461346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho filosofia: tenho sentidos...&lt;br /&gt;Se falo na Natureza não é porque saiba o que ela é.&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque a amo, e amo-a por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Porque quem ama nunca sabe o que ama&lt;br /&gt;Nem por que ama, nem o que é amar...&lt;br /&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d29BmASeQGs/TVXOD5UYeMI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/X_7gYpe9Vj8/s1600/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d29BmASeQGs/TVXOD5UYeMI/AAAAAAAAEZ8/X_7gYpe9Vj8/s400/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572586680262097090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um fim de semana maravilhoso e com muito sol que passámos na herdade dos Cadouços - Abrantes!!! Percorremos os 600 hectares a pé, visitámos a capela lá no alto, e as nove barragens! Também existem muitas aves e alguns animais... Uma verdadeira maravilha da natureza!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4991221024565056554?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4991221024565056554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4991221024565056554' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4991221024565056554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4991221024565056554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/02/eu-amo-natureza.html' title='Eu amo a natureza...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yPI-j7algRk/TVXXJQbGeKI/AAAAAAAAEaU/2mEUZDogtJk/s72-c/Herdade%2BCadou%25C3%25A7os%2BAbrantes%2B235.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7140783203136515655</id><published>2011-02-04T11:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T11:46:18.785Z</updated><title type='text'>A porta do lado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TUvm1YHSjfI/AAAAAAAAEZE/JheqfIDyUmo/s1600/passaros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 280px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TUvm1YHSjfI/AAAAAAAAEZE/JheqfIDyUmo/s400/passaros.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569799168854232562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mensagem do Dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Porta do lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando os desacertos da vida ameaçarem o seu bom humor, não estrague o seu dia... Use a porta do lado e mantenha a sua harmonia.&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se, o humor é contagiante - para o bem e para o mal - portanto, sorria, e contagie todos ao seu redor com a sua alegria.&lt;br /&gt;A "Porta do lado" pode ser uma boa entrada ou uma boa saída...&lt;br /&gt;Experimente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dráuzio Varella&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7140783203136515655?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7140783203136515655/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7140783203136515655' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7140783203136515655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7140783203136515655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/02/porta-do-lado.html' title='A porta do lado...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TUvm1YHSjfI/AAAAAAAAEZE/JheqfIDyUmo/s72-c/passaros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7172494621531395479</id><published>2011-01-20T14:07:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-01-20T15:41:07.352Z</updated><title type='text'>Cuidado com a ilusão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TThCB1I02zI/AAAAAAAAEXk/zKZ0HKG3_rI/s1600/flower_trends.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TThCB1I02zI/AAAAAAAAEXk/zKZ0HKG3_rI/s400/flower_trends.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564269938827647794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Não se iluda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ilusão se mascara, se esconde,&lt;br /&gt;dissimula, falseia, corrompe, deturpa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enaltece o jogo, a mentira, a&lt;br /&gt;deslealdade e afasta você de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se deixe envolver por ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gera o sofrimento, porque esconde a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva você a uma visão irreal&lt;br /&gt;da vida e dos acontecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não caia nas suas malhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É perda de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perder tempo nas futilidades da&lt;br /&gt;ilusão é ir perdendo a própria vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourival Lopes&lt;br /&gt;foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7172494621531395479?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7172494621531395479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7172494621531395479' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7172494621531395479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7172494621531395479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/01/cuidado-com-ilusao.html' title='Cuidado com a ilusão...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TThCB1I02zI/AAAAAAAAEXk/zKZ0HKG3_rI/s72-c/flower_trends.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4174832628862513707</id><published>2011-01-06T10:29:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T10:34:42.080Z</updated><title type='text'>A cor da tua alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TSWaKnt_A2I/AAAAAAAAEWU/2J76q0Y8L0o/s1600/888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TSWaKnt_A2I/AAAAAAAAEWU/2J76q0Y8L0o/s400/888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559018822309970786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cor da Tua Alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu te beijo, o seu rumor&lt;br /&gt;nos dá a árvore, que se agita ao sol de ouro&lt;br /&gt;que o sol lhe dá ao fugir, fugaz tesouro&lt;br /&gt;da árvore que é a árvore de meu amor.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fulgor, não é ardor, não é primor&lt;br /&gt;o que me dá de ti o que te adoro,&lt;br /&gt;com a luz que se afasta; é o ouro, o ouro,&lt;br /&gt;é o ouro feito sombra: a tua cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cor de tua alma; pois teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;vão-se tornando nela, e à medida&lt;br /&gt;que o sol troca por seus rubros seus ouros,&lt;br /&gt;e tu te fazes pálida e fundida,&lt;br /&gt;sai o ouro feito tu de teus dois olhos&lt;br /&gt;que me são paz, fé, sol: a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Ramón Jiménez, in "Ríos que se Van"&lt;br /&gt;Tradução de José Bento&lt;br /&gt;foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4174832628862513707?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4174832628862513707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4174832628862513707' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4174832628862513707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4174832628862513707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2011/01/cor-da-tua-alma.html' title='A cor da tua alma...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TSWaKnt_A2I/AAAAAAAAEWU/2J76q0Y8L0o/s72-c/888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7486846948553462431</id><published>2010-12-27T22:07:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T22:58:09.568Z</updated><title type='text'>Passeio pelo Parque D.Carlos I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkZQNTQWmI/AAAAAAAAEUc/ZRhvEBTVLeM/s1600/Parque%2Bdas%2BCaldas%2B086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkZQNTQWmI/AAAAAAAAEUc/ZRhvEBTVLeM/s400/Parque%2Bdas%2BCaldas%2B086.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555499381577243234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plátanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkU6CGzXjI/AAAAAAAAEUU/GBvOXYd2Ltg/s1600/Parque%2Bdas%2BCaldas%2B108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkU6CGzXjI/AAAAAAAAEUU/GBvOXYd2Ltg/s400/Parque%2Bdas%2BCaldas%2B108.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555494602568588850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Museu José Malhoa &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkTj1xemKI/AAAAAAAAEUM/-xTYPzUi3MQ/s1600/Parque%2BCaldas%2B041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkTj1xemKI/AAAAAAAAEUM/-xTYPzUi3MQ/s400/Parque%2BCaldas%2B041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555493121789171874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Cisne tinha acabado de comer um peixe e estava a olhar desconfiado para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkS_BOGJWI/AAAAAAAAEUE/3G_R0mRCwXA/s1600/Parque%2BCaldas%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkS_BOGJWI/AAAAAAAAEUE/3G_R0mRCwXA/s400/Parque%2BCaldas%2B029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555492489206834530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edifícios com uma arquitectura linda, a deteriorarem à espera de uma solução...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkProqlLzI/AAAAAAAAET0/sQTfF0F9DPU/s1600/Parque%2BCaldas%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkProqlLzI/AAAAAAAAET0/sQTfF0F9DPU/s400/Parque%2BCaldas%2B004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555488857663024946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barcos do lago à espera dos veraneantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parque D.arlos I - Caldas da Rainha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7486846948553462431?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7486846948553462431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7486846948553462431' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7486846948553462431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7486846948553462431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/12/passeio-pelo-parque-dcarlos-i.html' title='Passeio pelo Parque D.Carlos I'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRkZQNTQWmI/AAAAAAAAEUc/ZRhvEBTVLeM/s72-c/Parque%2Bdas%2BCaldas%2B086.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-8802776772003640312</id><published>2010-12-21T14:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T14:56:56.157Z</updated><title type='text'>MENSAGEM DE NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRC_4W3z24I/AAAAAAAAERo/1uJcbnVHE7o/s1600/tubes%2Bvelas%2Bnavidad%2B%252815%2529%255B2%255D-758078.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRC_4W3z24I/AAAAAAAAERo/1uJcbnVHE7o/s400/tubes%2Bvelas%2Bnavidad%2B%252815%2529%255B2%255D-758078.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553149315481066370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal, um tempo para avaliação&lt;br /&gt;Para renovação&lt;br /&gt;E reabastecimento de Deus&lt;br /&gt;E seu infinito amor.&lt;br /&gt;Uma época para agradecer&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor e pela paz&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo que semeamos&lt;br /&gt;Justiça, fraternidade, união...&lt;br /&gt;Alimentos da alma e do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Que em sua vida, este Natal&lt;br /&gt;Não seja feito apenas de cores e comidas&lt;br /&gt;Luzes, prazeres, bebidas...&lt;br /&gt;Que haja partilha e esperança&lt;br /&gt;Sem o que será mera ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;Que o Natal do Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Seja de fato uma oportunidade para reflexão&lt;br /&gt;Onde coloquemos a solidariedade como ideal&lt;br /&gt;Para que em nenhuma mesa falte o pão&lt;br /&gt;E em todos os corações reine o amor!&lt;br /&gt;Um feliz Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walter Pereira Pimente&lt;br /&gt;foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-8802776772003640312?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8802776772003640312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=8802776772003640312' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8802776772003640312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8802776772003640312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/12/mensagem-de-natal.html' title='MENSAGEM DE NATAL'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TRC_4W3z24I/AAAAAAAAERo/1uJcbnVHE7o/s72-c/tubes%2Bvelas%2Bnavidad%2B%252815%2529%255B2%255D-758078.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-3955589688801650168</id><published>2010-12-08T21:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:11:25.188Z</updated><title type='text'>Emoção e Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TP_0OM2JWcI/AAAAAAAAEOg/yySZcJXgB8w/s1600/P%25C3%25B4r%2Bdo%2Bsol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TP_0OM2JWcI/AAAAAAAAEOg/yySZcJXgB8w/s400/P%25C3%25B4r%2Bdo%2Bsol.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548421790747417026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento/Reflexão&lt;br /&gt;Emoção e Poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer que seja de algum modo um poeta sabe muito bem quão mais fácil é escrever um bom poema (se os bons poemas se acham ao alcance do homem) a respeito de uma mulher que lhe interessa muito do que a respeito de uma mulher pela qual está profundamente apaixonado. A melhor espécie de poema de amor é, em geral, escrita a respeito de uma mulher abstracta. Uma grande emoção é por demais egoísta; absorve em si própria todo o sangue do espírito, e a congestão deixa as mãos demasiado frias para escrever. Três espécies de emoções produzem grande poesia - emoções fortes, porém rápidas, captadas para a arte tão logo passaram; emoções fortes e profundas ao serem lembradas muito tempo depois; e emoções falsas, isto é, emoções sentidas no intelecto. Não a insinceridade, mas sim, uma sinceridade traduzida, é a base de toda a arte.&lt;br /&gt;O grande general que pretende ganhar uma batalha para o império do seu país e para a história do seu povo não deseja - não pode desejar ter muitos dos seus soldados assassinados (mortos). Contudo, uma vez que tenha penetrado na contemplação da sua estratégia, escolherá (sem um pensamento para os seus homens) o golpe melhor, embora o faça perder cem mil homens, em vez da estratégia pior, ou mesmo a mais lenta, que lhe pode deixar nove décimos daqueles homens com quem e por quem luta, e a quem, em geral, ama. Torna-se um artista por amor aos seus compatriotas, e expõe-nos à carnificina por causa da sua estratégia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fernando Pessoa, in 'Heróstrato'&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-3955589688801650168?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3955589688801650168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=3955589688801650168' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3955589688801650168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3955589688801650168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/12/emocao-e-poesia.html' title='Emoção e Poesia'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TP_0OM2JWcI/AAAAAAAAEOg/yySZcJXgB8w/s72-c/P%25C3%25B4r%2Bdo%2Bsol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7023948511399641653</id><published>2010-11-29T17:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-29T17:51:04.234Z</updated><title type='text'>Esperança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TPPn1CldBgI/AAAAAAAAEOI/svcMz7cBquA/s1600/0373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TPPn1CldBgI/AAAAAAAAEOI/svcMz7cBquA/s400/0373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545030464636257794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A esperança adquire-se. &lt;br /&gt;Chega-se à esperança através da verdade, pagando o preço de repetidos esforços e de uma longa paciência. &lt;br /&gt;Para encontrar a esperança é necessário ir além do desespero. &lt;br /&gt;Quando chegamos ao fim da noite, encontramos a aurora. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Georges Bernanos)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7023948511399641653?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7023948511399641653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7023948511399641653' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7023948511399641653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7023948511399641653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/11/esperanca.html' title='Esperança...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TPPn1CldBgI/AAAAAAAAEOI/svcMz7cBquA/s72-c/0373.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-8437830346212490189</id><published>2010-11-22T13:57:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:03:55.253Z</updated><title type='text'>Nuvens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TOp3yl7HHHI/AAAAAAAAENQ/Dp-Kgr8nYvw/s1600/seacreast_7-3-08_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TOp3yl7HHHI/AAAAAAAAENQ/Dp-Kgr8nYvw/s400/seacreast_7-3-08_026.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542374002490023026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nuvens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encantei-me com as nuvens, como se fossem calmas&lt;br /&gt;locuções de um pensamento aberto. No vazio de tudo&lt;br /&gt;eram frontes do universo deslumbrantes.&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio via-as deslizar num gozo obscuro&lt;br /&gt;e luminoso, tão suave na visão que se dilata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que clamor, que clamores mas em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;na brancura unânime! Um sopro do desejo&lt;br /&gt;que repousa no seio do movimento, que modela&lt;br /&gt;as formas amorosas, os cavalos, os barcos&lt;br /&gt;com as cabeças e as proas na luz que é toda sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unificado olho as nuvens no seu suave dinamismo.&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais que um corpo, sou um corpo que se eleva&lt;br /&gt;ao espaço inteiro, à luz ilimitada.&lt;br /&gt;No gozo de ver num sono transparente&lt;br /&gt;navego em centro aberto, o olhar e o sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;António Ramos Rosa&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-8437830346212490189?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8437830346212490189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=8437830346212490189' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8437830346212490189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8437830346212490189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/11/nuvens.html' title='Nuvens...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TOp3yl7HHHI/AAAAAAAAENQ/Dp-Kgr8nYvw/s72-c/seacreast_7-3-08_026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-8268684993621371428</id><published>2010-11-11T13:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-11T14:02:01.142Z</updated><title type='text'>O amor é grande e ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TNv3OLKy77I/AAAAAAAAEMo/dQAGYRMvU64/s1600/SY---Bel%2525EDssimo-fim-de-tarde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TNv3OLKy77I/AAAAAAAAEMo/dQAGYRMvU64/s400/SY---Bel%2525EDssimo-fim-de-tarde.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538291989670457266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é grande e cabe nesta janela sobre o mar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar é grande e cabe na cama e no colchão de amar. O amor é grande e cabe no breve espaço de beijar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-8268684993621371428?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8268684993621371428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=8268684993621371428' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8268684993621371428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8268684993621371428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/11/o-amor-e-grande-e.html' title='O amor é grande e ...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TNv3OLKy77I/AAAAAAAAEMo/dQAGYRMvU64/s72-c/SY---Bel%2525EDssimo-fim-de-tarde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5877874792655731959</id><published>2010-10-25T22:48:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T22:59:09.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Às vezes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TMX9XeEyT-I/AAAAAAAAEKM/JWXuQkqdQ-o/s1600/paisagem+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TMX9XeEyT-I/AAAAAAAAEKM/JWXuQkqdQ-o/s400/paisagem+028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532106296946479074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes só a mentira salva. Então, no dia seguinte, quando as quatro Marias cansadas foram trabalhar, ela teve pela primeira vez na vida uma coisa, a mais preciosa: a solidão. Tinha um quarto só para ela. Mal acreditava que usufruía o espaço. E nem uma palavra era ouvida. Então dançou num ato de absoluta coragem, pois a tia não a entenderia. Dançava e rodopiava porque ao estar sozinha se tornava l-i-v-r-e! Usufruía de tudo, da arduamente conseguida solidão, do rádio de pilha tocando o mais alto possível, da vastidão do quarto sem as Marias. Arrumou, como pedido de favor, um pouco de café solúvel com a dona dos quartos, e, ainda como favor, pediu-lhe água fervendo, tomou tudo se lambendo e diante do espelho para nada perder de si mesma. Encontrar-se consigo própria era um bem que ela até então não conhecia. Acho que nunca fui tão contente na vida, pensou. Não devia nada a ninguém e ninguém lhe devia nada. Até deu-se ao luxo de ter tédio – um tédio até muito distinto.&lt;br /&gt;CLARICE LISPECTOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5877874792655731959?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5877874792655731959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5877874792655731959' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5877874792655731959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5877874792655731959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/10/as-vezes.html' title='Às vezes...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TMX9XeEyT-I/AAAAAAAAEKM/JWXuQkqdQ-o/s72-c/paisagem+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-678903518220130637</id><published>2010-10-20T18:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T18:59:27.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu coração tardou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TL8tsmvMWBI/AAAAAAAAEJk/0Dyw_2kND5Q/s1600/Orchis%2Bmascula%2BEarly%2BPuple%2BOrchid%2Bvstava%25C4%258D%2Bmu%25C5%25BEsk%25C3%25BD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TL8tsmvMWBI/AAAAAAAAEJk/0Dyw_2kND5Q/s400/Orchis%2Bmascula%2BEarly%2BPuple%2BOrchid%2Bvstava%25C4%258D%2Bmu%25C5%25BEsk%25C3%25BD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530189111770241042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração tardou. Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se houvesse amor nunca tardasse;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, visto que, se o houve, houve em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz que o amor houvesse ou não.&lt;br /&gt;Tardou. Antes, de inútil, acabasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração postiço e contrafeito&lt;br /&gt;Finge-se meu. Se o amor o houvesse tido,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez, num rasgo natural de eleito,&lt;br /&gt;Seu próprio ser do nada houvesse feito,&lt;br /&gt;E a sua própria essência conseguido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não. Nunca nem eu nem coração&lt;br /&gt;Fomos mais que um vestígio de passagem&lt;br /&gt;Entre um anseio vão e um sonho vão.&lt;br /&gt;Parceiros em prestidigitação,&lt;br /&gt;Caímos ambos pelo alçapão.&lt;br /&gt;Foi esta a nossa vida e a nossa viagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       Fernando Pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-678903518220130637?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/678903518220130637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=678903518220130637' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/678903518220130637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/678903518220130637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/10/meu-coracao-tardou.html' title='Meu coração tardou...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TL8tsmvMWBI/AAAAAAAAEJk/0Dyw_2kND5Q/s72-c/Orchis%2Bmascula%2BEarly%2BPuple%2BOrchid%2Bvstava%25C4%258D%2Bmu%25C5%25BEsk%25C3%25BD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5788242707643002637</id><published>2010-10-11T10:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T10:16:57.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é belo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TLLUux5RzSI/AAAAAAAAEI0/13OJiaMlZKc/s1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TLLUux5RzSI/AAAAAAAAEI0/13OJiaMlZKc/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526713592869670178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Faça voar o pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Sensibilize o coração e imagine a beleza do sol, que, &lt;br /&gt;antes de aparecer no horizonte, já manda luzes.&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, ele clareia a superfície da terra, &lt;br /&gt;revelando flores, folhas de árvores, riachos e aves, &lt;br /&gt;as quais, alegres, abrem as asas e percorrem &lt;br /&gt;os ares com grande encanto.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é belo.&lt;br /&gt;E o sol reina.&lt;br /&gt;Há também beleza em seu interior.&lt;br /&gt;E então você se lembra de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E se vê com uma beleza ainda mais real que a externa.&lt;br /&gt;E o seu coração agradece a Deus, que fez &lt;br /&gt;o próprio sol, a você e a tudo o mais.&lt;br /&gt;Pensar em beleza é sublimar o espírito. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor Lourival Lopes &lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5788242707643002637?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5788242707643002637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5788242707643002637' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5788242707643002637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5788242707643002637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/10/tudo-e-belo.html' title='Tudo é belo'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TLLUux5RzSI/AAAAAAAAEI0/13OJiaMlZKc/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-127635330336288155</id><published>2010-09-24T23:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T21:36:34.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos de Paulo Coelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TJ0oXT_3p0I/AAAAAAAAEHs/s17oL9dK5co/s1600/berlengas+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TJ0oXT_3p0I/AAAAAAAAEHs/s17oL9dK5co/s400/berlengas+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520613099196360514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor ninguém pode machucar ninguém; cada um é responsável por aquilo que sente e não podemos culpar o outro por isso... Já me senti ferida quando perdi o homem por quem me apaixonei... Hoje estou convencida de que ninguém perde ninguém, porque ninguém possui ninguém... Essa é a verdadeira experiência de ser livre: ter a coisa mais importante do mundo sem possuí-la.&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Ilha da Berlenga - Peniche&lt;br /&gt;Alda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-127635330336288155?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/127635330336288155/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=127635330336288155' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/127635330336288155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/127635330336288155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/09/pensamentos-de-paulo-coelho.html' title='Pensamentos de Paulo Coelho'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TJ0oXT_3p0I/AAAAAAAAEHs/s17oL9dK5co/s72-c/berlengas+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4249187956027126837</id><published>2010-09-17T14:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T14:34:14.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Na hora do silêncio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TJNuRI37-RI/AAAAAAAAEGc/QbPYBys_CM4/s1600/0122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 301px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TJNuRI37-RI/AAAAAAAAEGc/QbPYBys_CM4/s320/0122.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517875209177921810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Hora do Silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Quando te encontrares em qualquer dificuldade emocional, recorda o silêncio como instrumento divino de construção e paz.&lt;br /&gt;Confuso, ele te ajudará a encontrar soluções adequadas.&lt;br /&gt;Indeciso, ele te ajudará a fortalecer a idéia de maior equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;Desacreditado, ele te ajudará a reconhecer que o mais importante é acreditares em ti mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Perseguido, ele te ajudará a compreender os perseguidores.&lt;br /&gt;Injuriado, ele te ajudará a continuar apesar dos espinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Vencido, ele te ajudará no refazimento de tuas forças.&lt;br /&gt;Revoltado, ele te ajudará a entender o valor da resignação no processo de auto-aperfeiçoamento.&lt;br /&gt;Ressentido, ele te ajudará a lutar contra o melindre.&lt;br /&gt;Injustiçado, ele te ajudará a perceber que o perdão rompe a cadeia do mal.&lt;br /&gt;Incompreendido, ele te ajudará a sustentar a paciência.&lt;br /&gt;Toda vez que te sentires em dificuldades emocionais, pensa um pouco mais antes de qualquer atitude impetuosa e recorda que, diante de Pilatos, o silêncio de Jesus representou, para sempre, a vitória do bem imperecível sobre a incompreensão transitória. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Luiz/Antônio Baduy Filho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4249187956027126837?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4249187956027126837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4249187956027126837' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4249187956027126837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4249187956027126837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/09/na-hora-do-silencio.html' title='Na hora do silêncio'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TJNuRI37-RI/AAAAAAAAEGc/QbPYBys_CM4/s72-c/0122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7335535041602231666</id><published>2010-08-28T14:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T17:37:49.800+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma pausa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THkQ6aldjeI/AAAAAAAAEEs/i4t318ATR6g/s1600/14255121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THkQ6aldjeI/AAAAAAAAEEs/i4t318ATR6g/s400/14255121.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510454214819417570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias de pausa, e descanso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foto da net&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7335535041602231666?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7335535041602231666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7335535041602231666' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7335535041602231666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7335535041602231666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-pausa.html' title='Uma pausa...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THkQ6aldjeI/AAAAAAAAEEs/i4t318ATR6g/s72-c/14255121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-76735308305562611</id><published>2010-08-25T21:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:13:03.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Forças do amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THV5C58qvAI/AAAAAAAAEEM/k_aur6SbcR0/s1600/natureza-foto+dementia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THV5C58qvAI/AAAAAAAAEEM/k_aur6SbcR0/s400/natureza-foto+dementia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509442809979649026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vive só.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa alma é sempre núcleo de influência para os demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossos actos possuem linguagem positiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossas palavras influenciam à distância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achamo-nos magneticamente associados uns aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acções e reacções caracterizam-nos a marcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, é necessário saber que espécie de forças projetamos naqueles que nos cercam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa conduta é um livro aberto que denuncia nossa condição interior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos de nossos gestos insignificantes alcançam o próximo, gerando inesperadas resoluções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quantas frases, aparentemente inexpressivas, que saem da nossa boca e estabelecem grandes acontecimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia emitimos sugestões para o bem ou para o mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirigentes arrastam dirigidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Administrados inspiram administradores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual caminho nossa atitude está indicando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco de fermento leveda toda a massa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dispomos de recursos para analisar a extensão de nossa influência, mas podemos examinar-lhe a qualidade essencial. Cuidado, pois, com o alimento invisível que você fornece às vidas que o rodeiam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos de indignação, uma palavra mal colocada pode ser o estopim para induzir o próximo ao cometimento de desatinos de consequências irreversíveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um comentário maldoso talvez se multiplique ao infinito, causando na vida alheia dores e humilhações intensas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pai que não cumpre os compromissos assumidos com os filhos pode suscitar nestes a ideia de que não é importante manter a palavra dada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse exemplo negativo pode multiplicar-se por gerações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O chefe que não assume a responsabilidade pela orientação que dá aos subordinados instala a desconfiança em sua equipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos de crise, a ausência de coesão no ambiente de trabalho pode levar uma empresa à falência, em prejuízo de toda a colectividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, comentar as virtudes de alguém que cometeu um pequeno deslize talvez faça cessar a maledicência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em momentos de distúrbio, quem consegue manter o equilíbrio e a paz, exteriorizando isso mediante actos e palavras, faz murchar a insânia dos demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não raro tal conduta provoca um generalizado constrangimento, pela imediata e colectiva percepção do equívoco em que se incidia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada como a grandeza alheia para fazer o homem perceber sua própria pequenez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defender corajosamente os mais fracos quiçá tenha o condão de motivar outras pessoas a também protegerem os desvalidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manter-se honesto e íntegro, mesmo em face das maiores tentações, talvez seduza outros para a causa do bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visão da generosidade em franca atividade é um grande consolo, em um mundo onde o egoísmo grassa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por se afigurar admirável a prática de virtudes, há tendência de alguém genuinamente virtuoso ser admirado e imitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso destino se desdobra em correntes de fluxo e refluxo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As forças que exteriorizamos hoje, potencializadas pelos atos que inspiramos, voltarão a nossa vida amanhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desse modo, nunca é demais prestar atenção no testemunho que damos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será nossa presença um factor de equilíbrio no mundo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por força da lei de causa e efeito, que opera no universo, recebemos o que damos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se desejamos paz, compreensão e conforto, devemos oferecê-los ao próximo, por meio de nossos sentimentos, actos e palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensemos nisso. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Dementia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-76735308305562611?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/76735308305562611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=76735308305562611' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/76735308305562611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/76735308305562611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/08/forcas-do-amanha.html' title='Forças do amanhã'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THV5C58qvAI/AAAAAAAAEEM/k_aur6SbcR0/s72-c/natureza-foto+dementia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7776971737876850068</id><published>2010-08-21T22:37:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:14:24.133+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditar a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THBJnu--j2I/AAAAAAAAEDg/g8lbK37AbeE/s1600/Alpiar%C3%A7a+e+Goleg%C3%A3+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THBJnu--j2I/AAAAAAAAEDg/g8lbK37AbeE/s400/Alpiar%C3%A7a+e+Goleg%C3%A3+018.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507983291250020194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEDITAR A VIDA&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, coincidentemente, nossos planos falham ao mesmo tempo em que os problemas se agigantam&lt;br /&gt;Num primeiro momento vem o desespero, depois a sensação de incapacidade e, por fim, a tristeza e a decepção&lt;br /&gt;Agrava-se quando os amigos desaparecem, os próximos te negam apoio, viram-lhe as costas e ausentam-se durante a sua adversidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São estes os momentos em que a abstenção do meio social é necessária, para vislumbrar saídas, encontrar soluções, ou até mesmo em resignar-se com os insucessos acometidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja a hora certa de reflectir, de rever valores, de repensar e de meditar sobre a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio pessoal e ausência são necessários para vislumbrar a luz que o Pai Maior esta indicando, e para vê-la, é preciso estar atento, observando os movimentos e as ondas do universo&lt;br /&gt;Se houver a oportunidade de viajarmos nos recônditos de nosso interior, e ficar em contacto com a força activa que estabelece e conserva a ordem natural de tudo quanto existe, que insistentemente é cantada e falada aos quatro cantos do planeta, e em todos os ventos, soprados pela Grande Mãe Natureza, iremos chegar à conclusão de que não somos intocáveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ao contrário, nossa fragilidade está exposta às intempéries da vida, que o fracasso e a perda fazem parte desta notável arte de viver&lt;br /&gt;Não é questão de falar, de escrever ou de pensar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nada deverá impedir-nos de sonhar e de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O importante é que tenhamos "algo" para nos apoiar ou acreditar, seja, manter nossa crença no Ente Superior, no Pai Maior, ou no Senhor Arquiteto do Universo, e saber que com Ele estaremos na paz e no amor pleno, pois, nele o benígno está garantido, para que possamos visualizar com clareza nossos ideais, e mantermos sempre a alegria de viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caio Amaral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto Alda &lt;br /&gt;Barragem de Alpiarça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7776971737876850068?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7776971737876850068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7776971737876850068' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7776971737876850068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7776971737876850068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/08/meditar-vida.html' title='Meditar a vida...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/THBJnu--j2I/AAAAAAAAEDg/g8lbK37AbeE/s72-c/Alpiar%C3%A7a+e+Goleg%C3%A3+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7939752900035524669</id><published>2010-08-17T15:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T15:50:02.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGqhA1TahCI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/OizCtXnCPa8/s1600/dan%C3%A7arinos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGqhA1TahCI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/OizCtXnCPa8/s400/dan%C3%A7arinos.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506390530094433314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é quando é concedido participar um pouco mais.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é a grande desilusão de tudo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é finalmente a pobreza.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é não ter inclusive amor.&lt;br /&gt;É a desilusão do que se pensava que era amor.&lt;br /&gt;Amor não é prêmio por isso não envaidece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7939752900035524669?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7939752900035524669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7939752900035524669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7939752900035524669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7939752900035524669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/08/amor-e.html' title='Amor é...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGqhA1TahCI/AAAAAAAAEDQ/OizCtXnCPa8/s72-c/dan%C3%A7arinos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-728710109062491931</id><published>2010-08-14T23:16:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T01:02:51.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Açores...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcbw2L73uI/AAAAAAAAECQ/7W29aqzIojQ/s1600/A%C3%A7ores+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcbw2L73uI/AAAAAAAAECQ/7W29aqzIojQ/s320/A%C3%A7ores+057.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505399595476967138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcYaMK2B7I/AAAAAAAAECI/Yl3c-LIDNEY/s1600/A%C3%A7ores+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcYaMK2B7I/AAAAAAAAECI/Yl3c-LIDNEY/s320/A%C3%A7ores+058.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505395907706095538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em S. Miguel olhando uma árvore fabulosa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcXt4l1x9I/AAAAAAAAECA/icZgDdowx_M/s1600/A%C3%A7ores+103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcXt4l1x9I/AAAAAAAAECA/icZgDdowx_M/s320/A%C3%A7ores+103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505395146536372178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagoa das sete cidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcXecDJjGI/AAAAAAAAEB4/-X3UgwmeUx4/s1600/A%C3%A7ores+097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcXecDJjGI/AAAAAAAAEB4/-X3UgwmeUx4/s320/A%C3%A7ores+097.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505394881176636514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praia da Victoria - Faial &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcXE-XyWCI/AAAAAAAAEBw/Pl8LY40pWHk/s1600/A%C3%A7ores+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcXE-XyWCI/AAAAAAAAEBw/Pl8LY40pWHk/s320/A%C3%A7ores+111.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505394443713402914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biscoitos - Ilha Terceira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcWqtLzkvI/AAAAAAAAEBg/HSU_QeMUv0o/s1600/A%C3%A7ores+073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcWqtLzkvI/AAAAAAAAEBg/HSU_QeMUv0o/s320/A%C3%A7ores+073.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505393992423150322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furnas, onde se faz o famoso e delicioso cozido à Portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;Dentro destes buracos na terra, colocam as panelas com as carnes e os legumes e tapam com a terra. Leva 4 a 5 horas a cozer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcWjC4VCjI/AAAAAAAAEBY/IxEKlGou8a4/s1600/A%C3%A7ores+068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcWjC4VCjI/AAAAAAAAEBY/IxEKlGou8a4/s320/A%C3%A7ores+068.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505393860808084018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordação da minha viajem aos Açores, em Setembro de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria tanto de lá voltar! Todas as ilhas são de uma beleza inexplicável!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-728710109062491931?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/728710109062491931/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=728710109062491931' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/728710109062491931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/728710109062491931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/08/acores.html' title='Açores...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TGcbw2L73uI/AAAAAAAAECQ/7W29aqzIojQ/s72-c/A%C3%A7ores+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-3983904999257181561</id><published>2010-08-09T00:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T00:25:32.552+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas mudam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TF86mJAQLII/AAAAAAAAD_Q/sPK82asImHQ/s1600/Parque+das+Caldas+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TF86mJAQLII/AAAAAAAAD_Q/sPK82asImHQ/s400/Parque+das+Caldas+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503181696596454530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas mudam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se espante com a mudança nas pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;você mesmo tem dias de "noite" e dias de "dia",&lt;br /&gt;momentos em que a alegria te contagia,&lt;br /&gt;e outros em que a tristeza te pega fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, não queira entender o próximo,&lt;br /&gt;busque antes, amar sem restrições,&lt;br /&gt;sem cobranças ou imagens formadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relacionamentos se dissolvem assim,&lt;br /&gt;com a imagem que um forma do outro sem respeitar as mudanças,&lt;br /&gt;sem se importar com os desejos próprios da alma que é única, individual,,&lt;br /&gt;e cheia de sonhos para realizar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje, reflicta sobre as suas próprias mudanças,&lt;br /&gt;das necessidades ainda não satisfeitas,&lt;br /&gt;dos sonhos desfeitos e dos desejos contidos,&lt;br /&gt;deixe escorrer pelo ralo da hipocrisia,&lt;br /&gt;a falsa ideia de que somos "certinhos",&lt;br /&gt;de que somos sempre os mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós estamos em constante evolução,&lt;br /&gt;somos hoje o fruto colhido do dia de ontem&lt;br /&gt;e seremos amanhã,&lt;br /&gt;a semente madura do que plantarmos ainda hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense nisso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Lago do Parque D.Carlos Caldas da Rainha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-3983904999257181561?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3983904999257181561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=3983904999257181561' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3983904999257181561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3983904999257181561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/08/pessoas-mudam.html' title='Pessoas mudam...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TF86mJAQLII/AAAAAAAAD_Q/sPK82asImHQ/s72-c/Parque+das+Caldas+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7510297384418992618</id><published>2010-08-01T22:28:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T22:51:39.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Praia de S. Pedro de Moel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TFXoGNuBO0I/AAAAAAAAD-o/Frsy6KO31jA/s1600/S.Pedro+de+Moel+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TFXoGNuBO0I/AAAAAAAAD-o/Frsy6KO31jA/s320/S.Pedro+de+Moel+022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500557713362467650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos tiradas em Novembro de 2007! &lt;br /&gt;O mar estava lindo... a maré estava baixa e parecia um dia de Verão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TFXn4j4qqMI/AAAAAAAAD-g/jqqW1wre45U/s1600/S.Pedro+de+Moel+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TFXn4j4qqMI/AAAAAAAAD-g/jqqW1wre45U/s320/S.Pedro+de+Moel+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500557478794537154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S. Pedro é uma das belas praias do Litoral... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TFXnkd7aL6I/AAAAAAAAD-Y/fKxBRCYr0pw/s1600/S.Pedro+de+Moel+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TFXnkd7aL6I/AAAAAAAAD-Y/fKxBRCYr0pw/s320/S.Pedro+de+Moel+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500557133598044066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7510297384418992618?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7510297384418992618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7510297384418992618' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7510297384418992618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7510297384418992618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/08/praia-de-s-pedro-de-moel.html' title='Praia de S. Pedro de Moel'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TFXoGNuBO0I/AAAAAAAAD-o/Frsy6KO31jA/s72-c/S.Pedro+de+Moel+022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2417947760203552686</id><published>2010-07-25T23:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T23:27:05.363+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo amanhecer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TEy53duVxjI/AAAAAAAAD8E/jRWxrrnpNN8/s1600/berlengas+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TEy53duVxjI/AAAAAAAAD8E/jRWxrrnpNN8/s400/berlengas+094.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497973607635469874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUE CADA NOVO AMANHECER&lt;br /&gt;Seja para nós, um momento de agradecer,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo dia que vimos nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Por termos acordados vivos e poder&lt;br /&gt;desfrutá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Pela natureza que enche de cores e perfumes.&lt;br /&gt;Pelas águas cristalinas dos rios que correm sem destino,&lt;br /&gt;Pelas amizades que adquirimos.&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os momentos alegres e tristes&lt;br /&gt;que vamos enfrentar, e que Deus nos guarde&lt;br /&gt;para os momentos difíceis suportar.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo trabalho que consegui para trazer comida ao lar.&lt;br /&gt;Pelos momentos de sucessos,que consegui conquistar.&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os percalços desta vida que consegui ultrapassar,&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, louvar por ter um tecto para morar,&lt;br /&gt;e um lar para compartilhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; José Ernesto Ferraresso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2417947760203552686?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2417947760203552686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2417947760203552686' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2417947760203552686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2417947760203552686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/07/novo-amanhecer.html' title='Novo amanhecer...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TEy53duVxjI/AAAAAAAAD8E/jRWxrrnpNN8/s72-c/berlengas+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6222838427934873569</id><published>2010-07-19T14:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T14:08:09.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou o que quero ser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TERNfAgmFxI/AAAAAAAAD60/rY4Ur_rD4po/s1600/image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TERNfAgmFxI/AAAAAAAAD60/rY4Ur_rD4po/s400/image003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495602640406845202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sou o que quero ser, porque possuo apenas uma vida e nela só tenho uma chance de fazer o que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho felicidade o bastante para fazê-la doce dificuldades para fazê-la forte,&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana e esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes não tem as melhores coisas,&lt;br /&gt;elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto a net&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6222838427934873569?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6222838427934873569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6222838427934873569' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6222838427934873569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6222838427934873569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/07/sou-o-que-quero-ser.html' title='Sou o que quero ser...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TERNfAgmFxI/AAAAAAAAD60/rY4Ur_rD4po/s72-c/image003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6399307058595601197</id><published>2010-07-16T09:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:16:17.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vale a pena viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TEAVDPLURpI/AAAAAAAAD58/baLhtghoJHY/s1600/love_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TEAVDPLURpI/AAAAAAAAD58/baLhtghoJHY/s400/love_23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494414690749793938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vale a Pena Viver &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não acredite que a vida terminou &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque perdeste o teu amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não terminou e o mundo continua girando, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite te parece absurda e longa, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas sua beleza é inegável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O luar é um dossel de cristal, pendendo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de um teto infinito recamado de estrelas; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a brisa, embora não toque teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acaricia com dedos de seda tudo o mais, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por onde passa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nos campos, assim como no teu jardim, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as plantinhas, as flores continuam nascendo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e crescendo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui a pouco, vai brilhar alegre e intenso, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indiferente à tua tristeza, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um Sol de raro esplendor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, também, teu coração continua pulsando, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vivo, forte, corajoso, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apesar do que sente, da dor que lhe é infligida;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não se entrega e, se pudesse falar-te, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazer-se ouvir, suplicar-te-ía &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para que não te entregasses à dor sem lutar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que acreditasses que vale à pena, viver, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;independente de tudo que possa acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perder um amor não significa que se perdeu tudo... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tens teus amigos que se preocupam, por ti, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tens outros sonhos que sonhavas realizar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vais, agora, desistir de tudo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e te entregares às mãos da dor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e por ela ser manipulado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre os olhos e vê: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bem à tua frente há um belíssimo e colorido caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à tua espera!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta que não entregues!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Arianne Evans &lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6399307058595601197?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6399307058595601197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6399307058595601197' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6399307058595601197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6399307058595601197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/07/vale-pena-viver.html' title='Vale a pena viver...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TEAVDPLURpI/AAAAAAAAD58/baLhtghoJHY/s72-c/love_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2115009423971777563</id><published>2010-07-15T12:32:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T14:49:40.029+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Faz hoje dois anos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TD7yElwgXAI/AAAAAAAAD50/s1U7_TUkceA/s1600/5086Floriade058TulipSM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TD7yElwgXAI/AAAAAAAAD50/s1U7_TUkceA/s400/5086Floriade058TulipSM.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494094756107541506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu blogue Jardins da Alma faz hoje 2 anos! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um tempo depois de criar o blogue Viver Outra Vez, surgiu a idéia de ter outro cantinho onde não falasse em doênças, e coisas tristes... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais dedicado à poesia, fotografia, e às pequenas coisas da vida, aquelas me que dão mais alegria, e que embelezam o jardim da minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este cantinho é o meu refúgio, é a outra metade da minha alma, ou seja uma parte da outra Alda, a que acredita que tudo não passou de um sonho... algo de mim que tento preservar para poder viver feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Penso que o meu objectivo está a ser conseguido, e já tenho mais seguidores do que no Viver Outra Vez!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns ao meu blogue!!! E um obrigado a todos os que me visitam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fot da net&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2115009423971777563?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2115009423971777563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2115009423971777563' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2115009423971777563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2115009423971777563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/07/faz-hoje-dois-anos.html' title='Faz hoje dois anos...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TD7yElwgXAI/AAAAAAAAD50/s1U7_TUkceA/s72-c/5086Floriade058TulipSM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4169978020302578633</id><published>2010-07-13T19:06:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:17:46.809+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visitas ao jardins da alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDys6OH7kvI/AAAAAAAAD5k/FqX2FKqhIqY/s1600/D%C3%A1lias+a+flor+da+amizade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 170px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDys6OH7kvI/AAAAAAAAD5k/FqX2FKqhIqY/s400/D%C3%A1lias+a+flor+da+amizade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493455761708913394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz hoje 6 meses que coloquei o novo contador! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive o prazer de receber aqui no jardins da alma até ao momento, 11.908 visitantes!&lt;br /&gt;A todos o meu obrigado! Sem vós não seria a mesma coisa... Voltem sempre!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4169978020302578633?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4169978020302578633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4169978020302578633' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4169978020302578633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4169978020302578633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/07/visitas-ao-jardins-da-alma.html' title='Visitas ao jardins da alma'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDys6OH7kvI/AAAAAAAAD5k/FqX2FKqhIqY/s72-c/D%C3%A1lias+a+flor+da+amizade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6812527680571323170</id><published>2010-07-11T15:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T15:23:38.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A cor da tua alma..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDnTZvdsEMI/AAAAAAAAD5c/bEZBNoYxgpg/s1600/0023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 370px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDnTZvdsEMI/AAAAAAAAD5c/bEZBNoYxgpg/s400/0023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492653659746209986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Cor da Tua Alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu te beijo, o seu rumor&lt;br /&gt;nos dá a árvore, que se agita ao sol de ouro&lt;br /&gt;que o sol lhe dá ao fugir, fugaz tesouro&lt;br /&gt;da árvore que é a árvore de meu amor.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é fulgor, não é ardor, não é primor&lt;br /&gt;o que me dá de ti o que te adoro,&lt;br /&gt;com a luz que se afasta; é o ouro, o ouro,&lt;br /&gt;é o ouro feito sombra: a tua cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cor de tua alma; pois teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;vão-se tornando nela, e à medida&lt;br /&gt;que o sol troca por seus rubros seus ouros,&lt;br /&gt;e tu te fazes pálida e fundida,&lt;br /&gt;sai o ouro feito tu de teus dois olhos&lt;br /&gt;que me são paz, fé, sol: a minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juan Ramón Jiménez, in "Ríos que se Van"&lt;br /&gt;Tradução de José Bento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6812527680571323170?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6812527680571323170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6812527680571323170' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6812527680571323170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6812527680571323170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/07/cor-da-tua-alma-enquanto-eu-te-beijo-o.html' title='A cor da tua alma..'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDnTZvdsEMI/AAAAAAAAD5c/bEZBNoYxgpg/s72-c/0023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7930881292708760435</id><published>2010-07-07T09:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T09:28:00.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Engano da Bondade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDQ6OrhlvfI/AAAAAAAAD5E/kaKuh3BH6Ag/s1600/FLOR_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 317px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDQ6OrhlvfI/AAAAAAAAD5E/kaKuh3BH6Ag/s400/FLOR_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491077869547666930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento/Reflexão &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;O Engano da Bondade &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endureçamos a bondade, amigos. Ela também é bondosa, a cutilada que faz saltar a roedura e os bichos: também é bondosa a chama nas selvas incendiadas para que os arados bondosos fendam a terra. &lt;br /&gt;Endureçamos a nossa bondade, amigos. Já não há pusilânime de olhos aguados e palavras brandas, já não há cretino de intenção subterrânea e gesto condescendente que não leve a bondade, por vós outorgada, como uma porta fechada a toda a penetração do nosso exame. Reparai que necessitamos que se chamem bons aos de coração recto, e aos não flexíveis e submissos. &lt;br /&gt;Reparai que a palavra se vai tornando acolhedora das mais vis cumplicidades, e confessai que a bondade das vossas palavras foi sempre - ou quase sempre - mentirosa. Alguma vez temos de deixar de mentir, porque, no fim de contas, só de nós dependemos, e mortificamo-nos constantemente a sós com a nossa falsidade, vivendo assim encerrados em nós próprios entre as paredes da nossa estuta estupidez. &lt;br /&gt;Os bons serão os que mais depressa se libertarem desta mentira pavorosa e souberem dizer a sua bondade endurecida contra todo aquele que a merecer. Bondade que se move, não com alguém, mas contra alguém. Bondade que não agride nem lambe, mas que desentranha e luta porque é a própria arma da vida. &lt;br /&gt;E, assim, só se chamarão bons os de coração recto, os não flexíveis, os insubmissos, os melhores. Reinvindicarão a bondade apodrecida por tanta baixeza, serão o braço da vida e os ricos de espírito. E deles, só deles, será o reino da terra. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pablo Neruda, in "Nasci para Nascer" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da Luna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7930881292708760435?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7930881292708760435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7930881292708760435' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7930881292708760435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7930881292708760435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-engano-da-bondade.html' title='O Engano da Bondade...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDQ6OrhlvfI/AAAAAAAAD5E/kaKuh3BH6Ag/s72-c/FLOR_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6411088001825142089</id><published>2010-07-05T00:39:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:50:31.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Exposição de Pintura na Foz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDEeMNnISyI/AAAAAAAAD40/-lCctEi1Kd8/s1600/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Marcianos+Foz+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDEeMNnISyI/AAAAAAAAD40/-lCctEi1Kd8/s320/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Marcianos+Foz+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490202615902391074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está patente até ao dia 31 de Julho no Marcianos Bar Foz do Arelho, a minha 2ª exposição de pintura individual. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da mostra fazem parte trabalhos a óleo e a acrílico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6411088001825142089?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6411088001825142089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6411088001825142089' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6411088001825142089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6411088001825142089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/07/exposicao-de-pintura-na-foz.html' title='Exposição de Pintura na Foz...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TDEeMNnISyI/AAAAAAAAD40/-lCctEi1Kd8/s72-c/Exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Marcianos+Foz+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-8661405063455198039</id><published>2010-06-29T22:40:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T22:56:00.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Florbela Espanca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCpr43og4PI/AAAAAAAAD3w/9q2236xh4sw/s1600/12-10-08_034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 179px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCpr43og4PI/AAAAAAAAD3w/9q2236xh4sw/s400/12-10-08_034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488317720655094002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os versos que te fiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que a minha boca tem pra te dizer!&lt;br /&gt;São talhados em mármore de Paros&lt;br /&gt;Cinzelados por mim pra te oferecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Têm dolência de veludos caros,&lt;br /&gt;São como sedas pálidas a arder...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa dizer-te os lindos versos raros&lt;br /&gt;Que foram feitos pra te endoidecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, meu Amor, eu não tos digo ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Que a boca da mulher é sempre linda&lt;br /&gt;Se dentro guarda um verso que não diz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te tanto! E nunca te beijei...&lt;br /&gt;E nesse beijo, Amor, que eu te não dei&lt;br /&gt;Guardo os versos mais lindos que te fiz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                    Florbela Espanca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-8661405063455198039?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8661405063455198039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=8661405063455198039' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8661405063455198039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8661405063455198039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/06/florbela-espanca.html' title='Florbela Espanca'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCpr43og4PI/AAAAAAAAD3w/9q2236xh4sw/s72-c/12-10-08_034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2034026949574833766</id><published>2010-06-24T10:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:43:49.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade é um pouco como fome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCMotq3RdiI/AAAAAAAAD3I/MMcZ92kBlDw/s1600/love_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCMotq3RdiI/AAAAAAAAD3I/MMcZ92kBlDw/s320/love_18.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486273536132740642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é um pouco como fome. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda. Essa vontade de um ser o outro para uma unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida. &lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2034026949574833766?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2034026949574833766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2034026949574833766' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2034026949574833766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2034026949574833766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/06/saudade-e-um-pouco-como-fome.html' title='Saudade é um pouco como fome...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCMotq3RdiI/AAAAAAAAD3I/MMcZ92kBlDw/s72-c/love_18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2492216088312391218</id><published>2010-06-22T10:19:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T10:34:19.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCCDMEsumSI/AAAAAAAAD2o/J5oWP20LX-s/s1600/Tiger_Swallowtail_Butterfly_(resized).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCCDMEsumSI/AAAAAAAAD2o/J5oWP20LX-s/s400/Tiger_Swallowtail_Butterfly_(resized).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485528589580278050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia o texto abaixo e depois leia de baixo para cima"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te amo mais.&lt;br /&gt;Estarei mentindo dizendo que&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te quero como sempre quis.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho certeza que&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi em vão.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto dentro de mim que&lt;br /&gt;Você não significa nada.&lt;br /&gt;Não poderia dizer jamais que&lt;br /&gt;Alimento um grande amor.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto cada vez mais que&lt;br /&gt;Já te esqueci!&lt;br /&gt;E jamais usarei a frase&lt;br /&gt;EU TE AMO!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto, mas tenho que dizer a verdade&lt;br /&gt;É tarde demais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2492216088312391218?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2492216088312391218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2492216088312391218' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2492216088312391218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2492216088312391218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/06/clarice-lispector.html' title='Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TCCDMEsumSI/AAAAAAAAD2o/J5oWP20LX-s/s72-c/Tiger_Swallowtail_Butterfly_(resized).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6910202381454517654</id><published>2010-06-20T00:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T01:01:52.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>José Saramago partiu ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TB1Yc5i0dUI/AAAAAAAAD2I/jw-oSwFipDo/s1600/Saramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 165px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TB1Yc5i0dUI/AAAAAAAAD2I/jw-oSwFipDo/s320/Saramago.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484637174713578818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerca de 20 mil pessoas deslocaram-se sábado, até cerca das 23:00, aos Paços do Concelho de Lisboa para se despedirem do corpo do escritor José Saramago, que faleceu aos 87 anos, disse à Lusa fonte da Policia Municipal. &lt;br /&gt;José Saramago morreu às 12:30 de sexta-feira, na casa onde residia em Lanzarote, ilha espanhola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo do escritor está em câmara ardente até às 00:00 de hoje, saindo às 12:00 para o cemitério do Alto de S. João, onde será cremado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Poema&lt;br /&gt;Passado, Presente, Futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fui. Mas o que fui já me não lembra:&lt;br /&gt;Mil camadas de pó disfarçam, véus,&lt;br /&gt;Estes quarenta rostos desiguais.&lt;br /&gt;Tão marcados de tempo e macaréus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou. Mas o que sou tão pouco é:&lt;br /&gt;Rã fugida do charco, que saltou,&lt;br /&gt;E no salto que deu, quanto podia,&lt;br /&gt;O ar dum outro mundo a rebentou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta ver, se é que falta, o que serei:&lt;br /&gt;Um rosto recomposto antes do fim,&lt;br /&gt;Um canto de batráquio, mesmo rouco,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida que corra assim-assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Saramago, in "Os Poemas Possíveis"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6910202381454517654?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6910202381454517654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6910202381454517654' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6910202381454517654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6910202381454517654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/06/jose-saramago-partiu.html' title='José Saramago partiu ...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TB1Yc5i0dUI/AAAAAAAAD2I/jw-oSwFipDo/s72-c/Saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1265326239631287361</id><published>2010-06-18T11:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T11:35:15.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor e seu tempo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TBtLXQXQSTI/AAAAAAAAD14/tTJ1_y7zSIs/s1600/Lamas1_009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TBtLXQXQSTI/AAAAAAAAD14/tTJ1_y7zSIs/s400/Lamas1_009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484059834155288882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é privilégio de maduros&lt;br /&gt;estendidos na mais estreita cama,&lt;br /&gt;que se torna a mais larga e mais relvosa,&lt;br /&gt;roçando, em cada poro, o céu do corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isto, amor: o ganho não previsto,&lt;br /&gt;o prêmio subterrâneo e coruscante,&lt;br /&gt;leitura de relâmpago cifrado,&lt;br /&gt;que, decifrado, nada mais existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;valendo a pena e o preço do terrestre,&lt;br /&gt;salvo o minuto de ouro no relógio&lt;br /&gt;minúsculo, vibrando no crepúsculo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é o que se aprende no limite,&lt;br /&gt;depois de se arquivar toda a ciência&lt;br /&gt;herdada, ouvida. Amor começa tarde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1265326239631287361?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1265326239631287361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1265326239631287361' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1265326239631287361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1265326239631287361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/06/amor-e-seu-tempo.html' title='Amor e seu tempo...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TBtLXQXQSTI/AAAAAAAAD14/tTJ1_y7zSIs/s72-c/Lamas1_009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4650686426767616471</id><published>2010-06-12T23:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T23:25:44.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflexão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TBQI6-gXtAI/AAAAAAAAD0A/KUDFTbSdBRQ/s1600/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TBQI6-gXtAI/AAAAAAAAD0A/KUDFTbSdBRQ/s400/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482016455720940546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflectir é pensar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o que os dias de hoje&lt;br /&gt;mais pedem.&lt;br /&gt;É o que a situação actual&lt;br /&gt;solicita com urgência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a dor se faz mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;quando julgamos que&lt;br /&gt;chegamos perto do fim do poço,&lt;br /&gt;quando tudo parece emperrado,&lt;br /&gt;complicado,&lt;br /&gt;quando começamos acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que todos estão contra nós,&lt;br /&gt;é o momento de parar&lt;br /&gt;e olhar para dentro de si mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;encontrar a resposta&lt;br /&gt;nessa visão,&lt;br /&gt;no olho interior que&lt;br /&gt;é a reflexão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflectir é pensar,&lt;br /&gt;ter tempo para questionar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu faço isso&lt;br /&gt;repetidas vezes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu só me apaixono por&lt;br /&gt;pessoas complicadas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não consigo&lt;br /&gt;um emprego como eu desejo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que vivo cheio&lt;br /&gt;de dívidas se ganho&lt;br /&gt;tão bem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que os amigos&lt;br /&gt;se afastam quando&lt;br /&gt;mais preciso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que minha família&lt;br /&gt;é tão desunida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que estou tão feliz,&lt;br /&gt;ou triste assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso coragem para&lt;br /&gt;questionar a si mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente temos um conselho&lt;br /&gt;pronto para os outros,&lt;br /&gt;sabemos indicar caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;rotas e direcções,&lt;br /&gt;sempre para os outros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, por favor,&lt;br /&gt;não confunda reflexão com&lt;br /&gt;auto-acusação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflectir não é se martirizar,&lt;br /&gt;pois isso leva ao erro,&lt;br /&gt;faz com que você assuma&lt;br /&gt;o papel de vítima,&lt;br /&gt;e nada é pior do que ser&lt;br /&gt;?a eterna vítima?,&lt;br /&gt;o ?coitadinho ou coitadinha de Jesus?.&lt;br /&gt;?Só eu apanho.&lt;br /&gt;Só eu sofro assim.&lt;br /&gt;Nada dá certo para mim?.&lt;br /&gt;Oh! dor, oh! dia,&lt;br /&gt;oh! desgraça sem fim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflexão não combina&lt;br /&gt;com lamentação.&lt;br /&gt;Reflexão é o uso da razão!&lt;br /&gt;É assumir conflitos e buscar&lt;br /&gt;uma solução.&lt;br /&gt;Tentar mais de uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;usar o perdão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomeçar quantas vezes&lt;br /&gt;forem necessárias,&lt;br /&gt;sempre com um desejo:&lt;br /&gt;acertar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virar o jogo,&lt;br /&gt;deixar de ser pedra que fica,&lt;br /&gt;para ser a pedra que rola,&lt;br /&gt;aquele que se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo está cinza,&lt;br /&gt;reflectir pode colorir&lt;br /&gt;a sua história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor Paulo Roberto Gaefke&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4650686426767616471?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4650686426767616471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4650686426767616471' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4650686426767616471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4650686426767616471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/06/reflexao.html' title='Reflexão...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TBQI6-gXtAI/AAAAAAAAD0A/KUDFTbSdBRQ/s72-c/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1923506108996647381</id><published>2010-06-01T14:36:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:04:38.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TAUNsrS5koI/AAAAAAAADy4/2kl5ye39dCM/s1600/S.Miguel-A%C3%A7ores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TAUNsrS5koI/AAAAAAAADy4/2kl5ye39dCM/s400/S.Miguel-A%C3%A7ores.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477799582953476738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto&lt;br /&gt;a falta de alguém que o que mais queremos&lt;br /&gt;é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;e abraçá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser.&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que você quer ser,&lt;br /&gt;porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;br /&gt;e nela só se tem uma chance&lt;br /&gt;de fazer aquilo que se quer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para fazê-la doce.&lt;br /&gt;Dificuldades para fazê-la forte.&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza para fazê-la humana.&lt;br /&gt;E esperança suficiente para fazê-la feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes&lt;br /&gt;não têm as melhores coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Elas sabem fazer o melhor&lt;br /&gt;das oportunidades que aparecem&lt;br /&gt;em seus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que se machucam.&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre.&lt;br /&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem&lt;br /&gt;a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O futuro mais brilhante&lt;br /&gt;é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida&lt;br /&gt;quando perdoar os erros&lt;br /&gt;e as decepções do passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar&lt;br /&gt;duram uma eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é de se brincar&lt;br /&gt;porque um belo dia se morre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto de Fernandinha S. Miguel-Açores &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus queridos visitantes, deixo-vos hoje este lindo poema, e faço uma pequenina pausa, para uns dias de descanso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até já!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1923506108996647381?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1923506108996647381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1923506108996647381' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1923506108996647381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1923506108996647381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/06/ha-momentos.html' title='Há momentos...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/TAUNsrS5koI/AAAAAAAADy4/2kl5ye39dCM/s72-c/S.Miguel-A%C3%A7ores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-3943484826603997798</id><published>2010-05-27T11:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T11:59:37.354+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fernando Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_5P1ih0DaI/AAAAAAAADxg/Umcndo329I0/s1600/Campo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_5P1ih0DaI/AAAAAAAADxg/Umcndo329I0/s320/Campo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475901978149391778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, que já tem a forma do nosso corpo, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia: e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-3943484826603997798?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3943484826603997798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=3943484826603997798' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3943484826603997798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3943484826603997798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/05/fernando-pessoa.html' title='Fernando Pessoa'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_5P1ih0DaI/AAAAAAAADxg/Umcndo329I0/s72-c/Campo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-8425851626914866473</id><published>2010-05-24T09:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T09:48:01.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade é um pouco como fome...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_o88h9d2iI/AAAAAAAADxI/kGObDmh-aG4/s1600/1789447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_o88h9d2iI/AAAAAAAADxI/kGObDmh-aG4/s320/1789447.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474755307628255778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade é um pouco como fome. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda. Essa vontade de um ser o outro para uma unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-8425851626914866473?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8425851626914866473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=8425851626914866473' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8425851626914866473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8425851626914866473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/05/saudade-e-um-pouco-como-fome.html' title='Saudade é um pouco como fome...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_o88h9d2iI/AAAAAAAADxI/kGObDmh-aG4/s72-c/1789447.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-678553332857547089</id><published>2010-05-17T08:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:02:24.965+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As sem-razões do amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_D3kmoV3CI/AAAAAAAADv4/CawV2VHUUGw/s1600/Pic_489_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_D3kmoV3CI/AAAAAAAADv4/CawV2VHUUGw/s320/Pic_489_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472145755472256034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo,&lt;br /&gt;Não precisas ser amante,&lt;br /&gt;e nem sempre sabes sê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é estado de graça&lt;br /&gt;e com amor não se paga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é dado de graça,&lt;br /&gt;é semeado no vento,&lt;br /&gt;na cachoeira, no eclipse.&lt;br /&gt;Amor foge a dicionários&lt;br /&gt;e a regulamentos vários.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo porque não amo&lt;br /&gt;bastante ou demais a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor não se troca,&lt;br /&gt;não se conjuga nem se ama.&lt;br /&gt;Porque amor é amor a nada,&lt;br /&gt;feliz e forte em si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é primo da morte,&lt;br /&gt;e da morte vencedor,&lt;br /&gt;por mais que o matem (e matam)&lt;br /&gt;a cada instante de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Drummond de Andrade&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-678553332857547089?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/678553332857547089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=678553332857547089' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/678553332857547089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/678553332857547089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/05/as-sem-razoes-do-amor.html' title='As sem-razões do amor...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S_D3kmoV3CI/AAAAAAAADv4/CawV2VHUUGw/s72-c/Pic_489_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4943947986284266126</id><published>2010-05-14T09:09:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T18:21:58.400+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomponha-se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S-0GjrrmoiI/AAAAAAAADvY/Kz5B-wi8yUk/s1600/energia+violeta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 255px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S-0GjrrmoiI/AAAAAAAADvY/Kz5B-wi8yUk/s400/energia+violeta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471036332415820322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recomponha-se. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há como negar que, em certas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;horas, a vida surge sem sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, a dor forte invade o peito, e o cérebro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não consegue formular as melhores idéias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, o que acontece se você se entregar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Render-se é por gasolina no fogo do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desânimo, e deixá-lo tomar conta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então, mesmo que com esforço, empregue as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;suas forças positivas e inverta a situação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Observe o presente e comece por reconhecer a inutilidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de prosseguir com pensamentos negativos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com a lenha do bom ânimo que se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acende a fogueira da alegria. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lourival Lopes &lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico esta mensagem, a amigas que estão a passar por momentos muito difíceis! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4943947986284266126?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4943947986284266126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4943947986284266126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4943947986284266126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4943947986284266126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/05/mensagem-para-as-minhas-amigas.html' title='Recomponha-se...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S-0GjrrmoiI/AAAAAAAADvY/Kz5B-wi8yUk/s72-c/energia+violeta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4670967636502781712</id><published>2010-05-06T15:24:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T15:35:36.885+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gritos de Minha Alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S-LTXIkh_vI/AAAAAAAADsY/a-KmQ8PFJjU/s1600/02701_JFR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S-LTXIkh_vI/AAAAAAAADsY/a-KmQ8PFJjU/s400/02701_JFR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468165291972361970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gritos de Minh’alma&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Uma desesperança permanente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde o preservar o ser humano já não existe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ausência dos carinhos plenos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que no olhar completava admiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dor que acompanhou no medo do sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as seqüelas ainda vivas, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maltrata corpo doente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma fadiga mental que na tristeza do olhar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se vê ao longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde ficou meus anseios?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parados na incerteza que impregnou minha vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia quente o frio do olhar distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na noite fria o gelo da saudade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No tempo a dor de quem não entende&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus braços já não acompanham &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mente distante onde a primavera levou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo... Sonhos submergidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grita alma cansada de tentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entender, aceitar, compreender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não vejo a imagem com nitidez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não lembro dos carinhos com tanta freqüência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que no meu coração &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre sangra saudade. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tânia Ailene&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4670967636502781712?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4670967636502781712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4670967636502781712' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4670967636502781712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4670967636502781712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/05/gritos-de-minha-alma.html' title='Gritos de Minha Alma...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S-LTXIkh_vI/AAAAAAAADsY/a-KmQ8PFJjU/s72-c/02701_JFR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4059661113005917369</id><published>2010-04-27T11:01:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:12:22.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O abraço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S9a3XvOqIeI/AAAAAAAADqI/FX7IS2lcWnU/s1600/c4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 186px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S9a3XvOqIeI/AAAAAAAADqI/FX7IS2lcWnU/s400/c4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464756816303497698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem os orientais que, quando abraçarmos uma pessoa querida a quem amamos, devemos fazer da seguinte forma: &lt;br /&gt;inspirando e expirando três vezes, e aí sua felicidade se multiplicará pelo menos dez vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O efeito terapêutico do abraço é inegável. Diante disso não podemos esperar para abraçarmos a quem queremos bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se você estiver sentindo um vazio interior, tente abraçar o seu amigo, deslizando delicadamente a mão sobre as costas dele, para que o possa sentir junto a você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos momentos de dor ou de alegria é que vemos o bem que um grande e demorado abraço nos causa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo abraço, transmitimos emoções, recebemos carinho, trocamos afeto, compartilhamos alegria, amenizamos dores, demonstramos amizade, doamos amor, expressamos nossa humanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tempo de enlaçarmos nossos braços num terno, profundo e afetuoso abraço. &lt;br /&gt;Luiz Maia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4059661113005917369?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4059661113005917369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4059661113005917369' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4059661113005917369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4059661113005917369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/04/o-abraco.html' title='O abraço'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S9a3XvOqIeI/AAAAAAAADqI/FX7IS2lcWnU/s72-c/c4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2049966921021826360</id><published>2010-04-23T23:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:44:37.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S9IivdquthI/AAAAAAAADpA/v76yg5_jnYI/s1600/10022815-12125639.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 298px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S9IivdquthI/AAAAAAAADpA/v76yg5_jnYI/s400/10022815-12125639.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463467496766879250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Carinho: que delícia, dar ou receber.&lt;br /&gt;A carência é a distância de si próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Não pense em receber e sim em dar.&lt;br /&gt;Dar a si, presentear-se, permitir que seu&lt;br /&gt;sorriso alegre um jardim de poucas flores.&lt;br /&gt;Permita seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;O carinho dado a si mesmo é o que será&lt;br /&gt;dado ao outro.&lt;br /&gt;É o que receberá de todos.&lt;br /&gt;É seu passaporte para o país da harmonia&lt;br /&gt;e da gratidão.&lt;br /&gt;Seu passaporte é seu documento e seu&lt;br /&gt;documento é sua identidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sua identidade é sua essência." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2049966921021826360?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2049966921021826360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2049966921021826360' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2049966921021826360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2049966921021826360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/04/carinho.html' title='Carinho...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S9IivdquthI/AAAAAAAADpA/v76yg5_jnYI/s72-c/10022815-12125639.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1642451026425619481</id><published>2010-04-21T13:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T13:44:03.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A difícil arte da fé...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S87yyU3HpWI/AAAAAAAADoo/0vsmlHEes9Y/s1600/cristo+rei.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S87yyU3HpWI/AAAAAAAADoo/0vsmlHEes9Y/s320/cristo+rei.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462570344454268258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A difícil arte da fé &lt;br /&gt;Ter fé é banir da vida o "e se?" e caminhar com a cabeça erguida, sem olhar para trás e nem para os lados; é ter a convicção de que aconteça o que acontecer, o objetivo será atingido.&lt;br /&gt;Há quem pense que ter fé é se jogar num buraco escuro, sem saber o que o espera embaixo; mas é exatamente o contrário. Quem tem fé se joga no buraco escuro sim, mas ele sabe, através dos olhos espirituais, o que o espera e não duvida disso; ele constrói sua arca com a certeza que a chuva virá; ele abre os olhos para a promessa e fecha os ouvidos para os que tentam fazê-lo desistir com dúvidas; ele anda sobre as águas e sente terra firme sob os pés; ele vê saídas e continua a caminhar onde outros desistiram.&lt;br /&gt;Temos fé quando temos a certeza absoluta que não estamos sós. Sabemos que uma Mão nos guia, Braços nos esperam e isso nos reconforta. &lt;br /&gt;Perdemos bênçãos por que no meio do caminho, principalmente se este for longo, começamos a questionar. Mas não é fácil pra ninguém manter-se em posição de fé quando tudo parece contrário ao que se espera. &lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais próximas de Jesus duvidaram. Pedro começou a afundar ao andar sobre as águas, os discípulos todos entraram em pânico por causa de uma tempestade, mesmo sabendo o Mestre do lado e Tomé quis tocar a ferida com as próprias mãos. &lt;br /&gt;Somos assim, nós, incrédulos, porque somos por demais materialistas. Fôssemos mais espirituais e nossa vida seria diferente. Quem só acredita naquilo que vê, só experimenta daquilo que vê; quem acredita em Deus, experimenta a diversidade de bênçãos que Deus coloca a nossa disposição.&lt;br /&gt;A fé é um exercício diário de confiança em Deus e é o resultado da convivência com Ele. Só que Deus não é um Deus que se impõe. A nós cabe a busca. &lt;br /&gt;Quem já tem fé planta em desertos e vê campos floridos.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem, peça que Deus dá com alegria. &lt;br /&gt;Letícia Thompson &lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1642451026425619481?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1642451026425619481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1642451026425619481' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1642451026425619481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1642451026425619481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/04/dificil-arte-da-fe.html' title='A difícil arte da fé...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S87yyU3HpWI/AAAAAAAADoo/0vsmlHEes9Y/s72-c/cristo+rei.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6762212021220378277</id><published>2010-04-14T10:06:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T10:46:49.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha 1ª Exposição de Pintura Colectiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WN7ZVzbqI/AAAAAAAADng/fhG-9w8EZb8/s1600/tela++momentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 176px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WN7ZVzbqI/AAAAAAAADng/fhG-9w8EZb8/s400/tela++momentos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459926174810730146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acrílico s/ tela 50X70 título : Momentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WIxzqY34I/AAAAAAAADnY/GcgI3LzBcG0/s1600/tela+esperan%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 153px; height: 166px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WIxzqY34I/AAAAAAAADnY/GcgI3LzBcG0/s400/tela+esperan%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459920512519561090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrílico s/ tela 50X70 título: Esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WIiZN3mII/AAAAAAAADnQ/IOHqy6YH1z0/s1600/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+pintura+s.+martinho.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 105px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WIiZN3mII/AAAAAAAADnQ/IOHqy6YH1z0/s400/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+pintura+s.+martinho.1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459920247722580098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acrílico s/ tela 30X70 título : Sedução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WHopt3JoI/AAAAAAAADm4/exv36gcuTww/s1600/tela++labirinto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 193px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WHopt3JoI/AAAAAAAADm4/exv36gcuTww/s400/tela++labirinto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459919255719323266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acrílico s/ tela 50X70 título : Labirinto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto do meu blogue: http://pinturasdaalda.bloguespot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podem ver e apreciar até ao fim do mês, no Bar Casa do Leme em S. Martinho do Porto, todos os dias a partir das 21horas.&lt;br /&gt;Estas são as minhas quatro telas, e no total são catorze!&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria muito de saber a vossa opinião sobre os meus trabalhos!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WGKbIYdlI/AAAAAAAADmw/LEHzaQAA8KQ/s1600/exposi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bpintura%2Bs_%2Bmartinho%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WGKbIYdlI/AAAAAAAADmw/LEHzaQAA8KQ/s400/exposi%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%2Bpintura%2Bs_%2Bmartinho%2B4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459917636896323154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bar Casa do Leme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WF8wZxHkI/AAAAAAAADmo/SLCnHbcqZkU/s1600/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+pintura+s.+martinho+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 151px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WF8wZxHkI/AAAAAAAADmo/SLCnHbcqZkU/s400/exposi%C3%A7%C3%A3o+pintura+s.+martinho+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459917402088218178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha-mos acabado de colocar as telas, e estávamos a admirar o trabalho, apareceram vários amigos sem que estivesse à espera naquele momento... A Manela, Cacilda, Nela, Paulo, e um casal amigo de Lisboa, resolveram aparecer e fazer-nos uma surpresa! Adorei!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei muito feliz de os receber ali aquela hora, sem outras pessoas à volta!&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma pré-inauguração, e à noite o bar estava cheio! Foi muito bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou os meus parabéns às minhas colegas do Atelier, pelos seus lindos trabalhos! Eu sou caloira ainda...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos aguardar para saber a receptividade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos são do Paulo Azevedo, um dos meus fotografos privativos!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6762212021220378277?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6762212021220378277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6762212021220378277' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6762212021220378277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6762212021220378277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/04/minha-1-exposicao-de-pintura-colectiva.html' title='A minha 1ª Exposição de Pintura Colectiva'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8WN7ZVzbqI/AAAAAAAADng/fhG-9w8EZb8/s72-c/tela++momentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6266549797579036780</id><published>2010-04-12T13:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T13:58:22.252+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto - estima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8MYflWvUhI/AAAAAAAADkw/6XoVlHYYees/s1600/BONECA_DE_TRAPO1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8MYflWvUhI/AAAAAAAADkw/6XoVlHYYees/s320/BONECA_DE_TRAPO1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459234104185672210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Auto-estima &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia alguém fizer com que se quebre a visão bonita que você tem de si, com muita paciência e amor reconstrua-a. Assim como o artesão recupera a sua peça mais valiosa que caiu no chão, sem duvidar de que aquela é a tarefa mais importante, você é a sua criação mais valiosa. Não olhe para trás. Não olhe para os lados. Olhe somente para dentro, para bem dentro de você e faça dali o seu lugar de descanso, conforto e recomposição. Crie este universo agradável para si. O mundo agradecerá o seu trabalho. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brahma Kumaris&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Foto do blogue da vovó guida.  &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6266549797579036780?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6266549797579036780/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6266549797579036780' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6266549797579036780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6266549797579036780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/04/auto-estima.html' title='Auto - estima'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S8MYflWvUhI/AAAAAAAADkw/6XoVlHYYees/s72-c/BONECA_DE_TRAPO1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-8760289300657378753</id><published>2010-04-02T22:45:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T18:45:06.581+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nazaré  terra de tradições...</title><content type='html'>Gosto muito da Nazaré... Tenho tão boas recordações...&lt;br /&gt;Praia onde passei sempre as férias desde menina, e fui muito feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZtevLCy_I/AAAAAAAADj8/oJiJ8smEql0/s1600/Nazare+183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZtevLCy_I/AAAAAAAADj8/oJiJ8smEql0/s320/Nazare+183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455668373432224754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradição e cultura animam Páscoa na Nazaré&lt;br /&gt;"Brincar é Tradicional" é o nome desta iniciativa que se realiza à uns anos na Nazaré e durante 3 dias  todos podem jogar os jogos tradicionais tais como o pião, o arco, a malha, ou o banco! Vale a pena ver é muito divertido... e foi assim que eu passei hoje a minha tarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZqWlIZ3PI/AAAAAAAADj0/L9YTHvSkjD8/s1600/Nazare+170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZqWlIZ3PI/AAAAAAAADj0/L9YTHvSkjD8/s320/Nazare+170.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455664934762962162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nazarenas a jogarem jogos tradicionais na marginal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZpzVshx5I/AAAAAAAADjs/U0tNy9nDK0U/s1600/Nazare+154.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZpzVshx5I/AAAAAAAADjs/U0tNy9nDK0U/s320/Nazare+154.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455664329324087186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nazarenas a saltarem à corda no Centro Cultural&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Centro Cultural uma exposição "Rosto de Mar e Vida"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZnRQXmktI/AAAAAAAADjc/WsuS-yro1Tg/s1600/Nazare+116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZnRQXmktI/AAAAAAAADjc/WsuS-yro1Tg/s320/Nazare+116.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455661544755335890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambientes e costumes da primeira metade do século XX da Vila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-8760289300657378753?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/8760289300657378753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=8760289300657378753' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8760289300657378753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/8760289300657378753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/04/nazare-terra-de-tradicoes.html' title='Nazaré  terra de tradições...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7ZtevLCy_I/AAAAAAAADj8/oJiJ8smEql0/s72-c/Nazare+183.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2618601308258815312</id><published>2010-03-29T10:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T10:37:21.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A vida é bela...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7By2G6g8JI/AAAAAAAADi8/8Zc3nE3X4_8/s1600/s320x240.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7By2G6g8JI/AAAAAAAADi8/8Zc3nE3X4_8/s320/s320x240.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453985422640214162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A vida é bela, nós é que damos cabo dela"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A vida é feita de altos e baixos, momentos maus e momentos bons, mas há momentos que nos mostram que a magia pode existir e algumas vezes, que existe realmente, é a alegria de estar vivo mas também a alegria de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque é diferente estar vivo e viver. Quantas pessoas passam pela vida sem saber o que é viver, sentir, Amar, ser Amado, apenas estão vivos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felizes aqueles que sabem o que é Amar, que já sentiram o Amor pelo menos uma vez na vida, que já sofreram e choraram por Amor, aqueles que põe o bem de outrem à frente do seu próprio bem, pois esses sabem o que é viver e até mesmo sobreviver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida  é como o tempo, ora faz frio, ora faz calor, ora temos Sol, ora temos chuva. Há quem adore o Sol e não passe sem ele, há quem adore andar à chuva e até mesmo rebolar na terra molhada. A vida é feita de equilíbrio, é nas compatibilidades, visões, sonhos, que estão as melhores coisas da vida, e é nas pequenas diferenças que está o sabor de viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivam a vida, não estejam apenas vivos, a vida é feita para se viver :)&lt;br /&gt;Nuno Ferreira &lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2618601308258815312?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2618601308258815312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2618601308258815312' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2618601308258815312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2618601308258815312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/03/vida-e-bela.html' title='A vida é bela...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S7By2G6g8JI/AAAAAAAADi8/8Zc3nE3X4_8/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1870196077619228568</id><published>2010-03-23T10:32:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:05:10.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Ainda há tanto que fazer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S6ieV9SoIOI/AAAAAAAADhU/qLZQHgt4KHE/s1600-h/Bosque_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S6ieV9SoIOI/AAAAAAAADhU/qLZQHgt4KHE/s400/Bosque_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451781448999117026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:&lt;br /&gt;Não fui eu que escrevi... mas sinto cada palavra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há tanto que fazer...&lt;br /&gt;na minha vida há decisões que devo tomar,&lt;br /&gt;na minha família, atitudes que pedem reflexão,&lt;br /&gt;no meu trabalho, pessoas que pedem paciência,&lt;br /&gt;pelas ruas pessoas que pedem compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;E se me perco em meio ás lamentações,&lt;br /&gt;se me entrego as reclamações da alma queixosa,&lt;br /&gt;paro e reflito, ainda há tanto o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No amor, por vezes sinto a ausência,&lt;br /&gt;por tantas vezes a solidão bate a porta,&lt;br /&gt;decepções e amarguras me fazem parar,&lt;br /&gt;um desejo de largar tudo e me fechar.&lt;br /&gt;Se não entendo quem eu amo,&lt;br /&gt;se espero mais do que podem me dar,&lt;br /&gt;é minha alma carente que grita,&lt;br /&gt;é um desejo infantil de amor eterno.&lt;br /&gt;Paro e reflito, ainda há tanto que amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia a dia, sinto o cansaço chegar,&lt;br /&gt;o nervosismo me ataca, quero brigar.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas parecem não me ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;falo e repito a mesma coisa, e por vezes,&lt;br /&gt;entre o desespero de querer acertar,&lt;br /&gt;e a intenção de ser o melhor, eu me perco.&lt;br /&gt;Sou alguém que não conheço,&lt;br /&gt;faço coisas que até me espantam, sinto medo.&lt;br /&gt;E se tento me esconder do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;paro e reflito, ainda há tanto que aprender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refletir, aprender, fazer e amar,&lt;br /&gt;eu me concentro nas possibilidades,&lt;br /&gt;eu me agarro na esperança,&lt;br /&gt;sou adulto, mas gostaria mesmo é de ser criança,&lt;br /&gt;o mundo me aflige, sinto que não vou conseguir,&lt;br /&gt;mas há algo em mim que grita e diz,&lt;br /&gt;que ainda há tanto que ser feliz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo R.Gaefke&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1870196077619228568?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1870196077619228568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1870196077619228568' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1870196077619228568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1870196077619228568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/03/ainda-ha-tanto-que-fazer.html' title='Ainda há tanto que fazer...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S6ieV9SoIOI/AAAAAAAADhU/qLZQHgt4KHE/s72-c/Bosque_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1904727557174570189</id><published>2010-03-16T11:34:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T11:45:41.862Z</updated><title type='text'>Nunca corro atrás do vento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S59vXCkjwUI/AAAAAAAADf8/1D4BGL8gC1Y/s1600-h/Actea_spicata_samorostlik_klasnaty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S59vXCkjwUI/AAAAAAAADf8/1D4BGL8gC1Y/s320/Actea_spicata_samorostlik_klasnaty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449196515759472962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca corro atrás do vento e não me importo em que direção ele vai, ele &lt;br /&gt;sempre passa por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo este dia, a vida que está dentro de mim, sempre da melhor maneira que &lt;br /&gt;posso.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo ninguém a espera de uma palavra.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, as que digo, são evasão do meu interior,pois brotam do meu coração, &lt;br /&gt;que está sempre aberto aos seres humanos, e, principalmente às pessoas que &lt;br /&gt;amo.Porque, talvez, do meu lado esteja uma pessoa que sofre e chora em &lt;br /&gt;silêncio e choro com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo para amanhã a minha palavra de carinho presa na garganta, porque, &lt;br /&gt;talvez me falte outra oportunidade de dize-la.A morte se sobrepõe a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo a fidelidade presa só para mim, a demonstro de coração, no meu &lt;br /&gt;gesto de amor, no valor que dou a sua amizade que me faz feliz, na &lt;br /&gt;transparência do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;O quanto posso ser solidário, a grande e sincera amizade que te devoto, os &lt;br /&gt;melhores dos meus sentimentos, lhe deixo a certeza, de que meu coração bate &lt;br /&gt;a todo momento por você.&lt;br /&gt;Busco sempre alguma alma ferida, que precise das minhas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Uma amizade, que espera por um humilde gesto de afeto meu.&lt;br /&gt;Divido meu pão com quem esteja com fome, torço por um doente encontrar a &lt;br /&gt;cura, oro sempre por alguém que nem conheço e desejo intensamente que seja &lt;br /&gt;feliz, por estar viva, mesmo nem sabendo em que lugar esteja.&lt;br /&gt;E sei que Deus habita no meio daqueles que tem a posse do maior sentimento &lt;br /&gt;universal: O AMOR!!! &lt;br /&gt;Autor deconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1904727557174570189?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1904727557174570189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1904727557174570189' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1904727557174570189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1904727557174570189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/03/nunca-corro-atras-do-vento.html' title='Nunca corro atrás do vento...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S59vXCkjwUI/AAAAAAAADf8/1D4BGL8gC1Y/s72-c/Actea_spicata_samorostlik_klasnaty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4558088961693037020</id><published>2010-03-11T16:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T16:33:15.328Z</updated><title type='text'>Serena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S5kaTJR1Z2I/AAAAAAAADeM/P34xTBUwHRQ/s1600-h/Black_Swallowtail_Butterfly.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S5kaTJR1Z2I/AAAAAAAADeM/P34xTBUwHRQ/s400/Black_Swallowtail_Butterfly.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447414140491884386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Essa ternura grave&lt;br /&gt;que me ensina a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;em silêncio, &lt;br /&gt;na suavidade do entardecer,&lt;br /&gt;menos que pluma de ave&lt;br /&gt;pesa sobre meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;E só assim, &lt;br /&gt;na levitação da &lt;br /&gt;hora alta e fria,&lt;br /&gt;porque a noite me leve,&lt;br /&gt;sorvo, pura, a alegria,&lt;br /&gt;que outrora, &lt;br /&gt;por mais breve,&lt;br /&gt;de emoção me feria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Autor Henriqueta Lisboa &lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4558088961693037020?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4558088961693037020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4558088961693037020' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4558088961693037020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4558088961693037020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/03/serena.html' title='Serena...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S5kaTJR1Z2I/AAAAAAAADeM/P34xTBUwHRQ/s72-c/Black_Swallowtail_Butterfly.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6069438727008629367</id><published>2010-03-08T10:19:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-08T10:55:30.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Mulher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S5TTqUrztaI/AAAAAAAADc8/3OmFHG0K0GM/s1600-h/fdtwn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S5TTqUrztaI/AAAAAAAADc8/3OmFHG0K0GM/s400/fdtwn4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446210573458191778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico a todas as Mulheres este lindo poema, e desejo-vos um dia lindo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulher...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que traz beleza e luz aos dias mais difíceis&lt;br /&gt;Que divide sua alma em duas&lt;br /&gt;Para carregar tamanha sensibilidade e força&lt;br /&gt;Que ganha o mundo com sua coragem&lt;br /&gt;Que traz paixão no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Que luta pelos seus ideais,&lt;br /&gt;Que dá a vida pela sua família&lt;br /&gt;Mulher&lt;br /&gt;Que ama incondicionalmente&lt;br /&gt;Que se arruma, se perfuma&lt;br /&gt;Que vence o cansaço&lt;br /&gt;Mulher,&lt;br /&gt;Que chora e que ri&lt;br /&gt;Mulher que sonha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas Mulheres, belezas únicas, vivas,&lt;br /&gt;Cheias de mistérios e encanto!&lt;br /&gt;Mulheres que deveriam ser lembradas,&lt;br /&gt;amadas, admiradas todos os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para você, Mulher tão especial...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Dia Internacional da Mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6069438727008629367?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6069438727008629367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6069438727008629367' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6069438727008629367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6069438727008629367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/03/mulher.html' title='Mulher...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S5TTqUrztaI/AAAAAAAADc8/3OmFHG0K0GM/s72-c/fdtwn4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7605105873656998026</id><published>2010-03-02T21:45:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:18:55.885Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é breve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S42ORj1pBsI/AAAAAAAADcU/U66S6-ROnvs/s1600-h/borboletas-fotos-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S42ORj1pBsI/AAAAAAAADcU/U66S6-ROnvs/s400/borboletas-fotos-p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444163956889945794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUDO É BREVE...&lt;br /&gt;A existência é curta,&lt;br /&gt;o mal do egoísmo a&lt;br /&gt;encurta..&lt;br /&gt;Estamos só de passagem&lt;br /&gt;num estágio temporário,&lt;br /&gt;onde os momentos&lt;br /&gt;têm sua rota traçada.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo é o timoneiro&lt;br /&gt;desta embarcação&lt;br /&gt;e bem depressa, cobra&lt;br /&gt;certeiro a nossa participação,&lt;br /&gt;na estação&lt;br /&gt;que nos foi doada.&lt;br /&gt;No vento que sopra leve,&lt;br /&gt;tudo é breve, efêmero,&lt;br /&gt;ligeiro, rasteiro...&lt;br /&gt;E num repente, muda&lt;br /&gt;o cenário...&lt;br /&gt;Cada personagem&lt;br /&gt;receberá os louros&lt;br /&gt;dos seus atos.&lt;br /&gt;Depende de cada ser,&lt;br /&gt;saber de fato,&lt;br /&gt;valorizar os instantes&lt;br /&gt;e com sabedoria fazer:&lt;br /&gt;do breve, o eterno,&lt;br /&gt;do pouco, o muito,&lt;br /&gt;do nada, o inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é breve&lt;br /&gt;e acaba um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Adormece a fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;os sonhos hibernam&lt;br /&gt;nos braços da emoção,&lt;br /&gt;o coração recolhe estesia&lt;br /&gt;e colhe-se os frutos do&lt;br /&gt;plantio da nossa&lt;br /&gt;hospedagem.&lt;br /&gt;A matéria se desintegra,&lt;br /&gt;a alma liberta, retoma&lt;br /&gt;sua jornada&lt;br /&gt;e um novo ciclo recomeça,&lt;br /&gt;pois sempre amanhece...&lt;br /&gt;Somos aprendizes&lt;br /&gt;que caminham pela Terra&lt;br /&gt;em busca de aperfeiçoamento,&lt;br /&gt;traçando a trilha,&lt;br /&gt;que na hora certa&lt;br /&gt;descerra, com nuances&lt;br /&gt;suaves de claridade,&lt;br /&gt;as veredas da&lt;br /&gt;Eternidade, pois que a&lt;br /&gt;vida é uma constante&lt;br /&gt;viagem... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Peralva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7605105873656998026?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7605105873656998026/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7605105873656998026' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7605105873656998026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7605105873656998026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/03/tudo-e-breve.html' title='Tudo é breve...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S42ORj1pBsI/AAAAAAAADcU/U66S6-ROnvs/s72-c/borboletas-fotos-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5712065282713973623</id><published>2010-02-24T18:51:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T09:17:37.799Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4eRoKJK-cI/AAAAAAAADbE/DzYvoiFyGMI/s1600-h/02701_JFR.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4eRoKJK-cI/AAAAAAAADbE/DzYvoiFyGMI/s400/02701_JFR.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442478793804151234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão... &lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar,&lt;br /&gt;namorar, passear ou fazer sexo... Isto é carência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos&lt;br /&gt;pela ausência de entes queridos que não podem&lt;br /&gt;mais voltar... Isto é saudade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se&lt;br /&gt;impõe, às vezes, para realinhar os pensamentos...&lt;br /&gt;Isto é equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão pouco é o claustro involuntário que o destino&lt;br /&gt;nos impõe compulsoriamente, para que revejamos&lt;br /&gt;a nossa vida... Isto é um princípio da natureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão não é o vazio de gente ao nosso lado...&lt;br /&gt;Isto é circunstância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é muito mais do que isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;e procuramos em vão pela nossa alma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor Francisco Cândido Xavier&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5712065282713973623?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5712065282713973623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5712065282713973623' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5712065282713973623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5712065282713973623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/02/solidao_765.html' title='Solidão...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4eRoKJK-cI/AAAAAAAADbE/DzYvoiFyGMI/s72-c/02701_JFR.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1851634854073095347</id><published>2010-02-24T14:40:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T11:36:26.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Selo Faschion...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4VaCuq-5FI/AAAAAAAADaE/aeHZdWr-M2o/s1600-h/barbie.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 166px; height: 166px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4VaCuq-5FI/AAAAAAAADaE/aeHZdWr-M2o/s320/barbie.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441854727681664082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi este selo gentilmente oferecido pela Helga, a quem agradeço pela simpatia do seu gesto. É um selo Fashion, e traz com ele um desafio super interessante. Dez questões pessoais, que dão a conhecer um pouco mais sobre mim e sobre algumas das minhas manias. Aqui vai: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dois truques de beleza: Eu como profissional tenho alguns... aqui vão dois:&lt;br /&gt;Limpar e tratar bem da pele de manhã e à noite, e usar sempre bons produtos de cosmética! O outro é dormir pelo menos 8 horas... é fundamental para a nossa beleza e equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Duas prendas que gostas de receber: Flores, e livros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Local preferido para fazer compras: Comercio tradicional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Dois defeitos: Teimosa,(um bocadinho, sou carneiro) e impulsiva! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Duas qualidades: Optimista, e honesta! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dois produtos de beleza recomendáveis: Creme de rosto Beauté Neuve à base de ácidos de frutos da Guinot, antes ou depois do verão é espectacular rejuvenesce a pele, e o fortalecedor de unhas da Bruno Vassari, que faz um verdadeiro milagre nas unhas fracas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Três manias: 1ª - De guardar a roupa que deixa de me servir a que mais gosto, à espera de emagrecer... Os filhos e marido dizem que é a roupa da Barbie e só me serve nas orelhas...2ª - Andar de saltos altos! 3ª - Fazer meditação antes de dormir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Três características que não suportas nas pessoas: Falta de educação, mentira, e falta de honestidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Três características que adoras nas pessoas: Honestidade, Humildade, e amor ao Próximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Pessoa especial para ti: Uma só? A Minha querida mãe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 blogues aos quais passo o selo e o desafio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina,&lt;br /&gt;Maguie&lt;br /&gt;Geninha&lt;br /&gt;Susana Neves&lt;br /&gt;Teresa M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi estas amigas, porque devem ter mais tempo para responder...&lt;br /&gt;Eu à vezes não respondo porque não tenho tempo! Para responder a este, ando a escrever aos bochechos desde manhã... Mas pronto, já está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1851634854073095347?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1851634854073095347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1851634854073095347' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1851634854073095347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1851634854073095347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/02/selo-faschion.html' title='Selo Faschion...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4VaCuq-5FI/AAAAAAAADaE/aeHZdWr-M2o/s72-c/barbie.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-3185277163923397422</id><published>2010-02-22T11:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T15:55:00.048Z</updated><title type='text'>Minha alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4JnpEpeE_I/AAAAAAAADZ0/JhFlMyeKBxc/s1600-h/426301.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 209px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4JnpEpeE_I/AAAAAAAADZ0/JhFlMyeKBxc/s400/426301.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441025255136957426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Minha alma é feita de luz e trevas; nada de brumas. Ou faz bom tempo ou há temporal; as temperaturas variáveis são de pouca duração."&lt;br /&gt;( Victoria Ocampo)&lt;br /&gt;foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-3185277163923397422?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/3185277163923397422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=3185277163923397422' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3185277163923397422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/3185277163923397422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/02/minha-alma.html' title='Minha alma...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S4JnpEpeE_I/AAAAAAAADZ0/JhFlMyeKBxc/s72-c/426301.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5437076688193445100</id><published>2010-02-15T19:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-15T19:32:02.738Z</updated><title type='text'>Aprendendo a viver...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S3mgfr5jBNI/AAAAAAAADYc/fIsySZcnjY4/s1600-h/DSC05537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S3mgfr5jBNI/AAAAAAAADYc/fIsySZcnjY4/s400/DSC05537.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438554491247068370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo a Viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem sempre presente, que a pele se enrruga, que o cabelo se torna branco, que os dias se convertem em anos, mas o mais importante não muda !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua força interior e tuas convicções não tem idade.&lt;br /&gt;Teu espírito é o espanador de qualquer teia de aranha.&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de cada linha de chegada, há uma de partida.&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de cada trunfo, há outro desafio.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estiveres vivo, sente-te vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Se sentes saudades do que fazias, torna a fazê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Não vivas de fotografias amareladas.&lt;br /&gt;Continua, a pesar de todos esperarem que abandones.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes que se enferruje o ferro que há em você.&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que em lugar de pena, te respeitem.&lt;br /&gt;Quando pelos anos não consigas correr, trota.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não possas trotar, caminha.&lt;br /&gt;Quando não possas caminhar, usa bengala.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca te detenhas !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camile Claudel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5437076688193445100?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5437076688193445100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5437076688193445100' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5437076688193445100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5437076688193445100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/02/aprendendo-viver.html' title='Aprendendo a viver...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S3mgfr5jBNI/AAAAAAAADYc/fIsySZcnjY4/s72-c/DSC05537.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-6380560547026777388</id><published>2010-02-09T10:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T11:00:34.877Z</updated><title type='text'>A amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S3FAH1evIeI/AAAAAAAADWs/HrNoY-yYBpM/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S3FAH1evIeI/AAAAAAAADWs/HrNoY-yYBpM/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436196728572158434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto de Paulo Coelho, um autor que muito admiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A amizade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez um homem pobre mas corajoso que se chamava Ali. Trabalhava para Ammar, um velho e rico comerciante. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa noite de inverno, disse Ammar: “ninguém pode passar uma noite assim no alto da montanha, sem cobertor e sem comida. Mas voce precisa de dinheiro, e se conseguir fazer isso, receberá uma grande recompensa. Se não conseguir, trabalhará de graça por trinta dias”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali respondeu: “amanhã cumprirei esta prova”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas ao sair da loja, viu que realmente soprava um vento gelado, ficou com medo, e resolveu perguntar ao seu melhor amigo, Aydi, se não era uma loucura fazer esta aposta. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de refletir um pouco, Aydi respondeu: “vou lhe ajudar. Amanhã, quando estiver no alto da montanha, olhe adiante. Eu estarei também no alto da montanha vizinha, passarei a noite inteira com uma fogueira acesa para voce. Olhe para o fogo, pense em nossa amizade, e isso o manterá aquecido. Você vai conseguir, e depois eu lhe peço algo em troca.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali venceu a prova, pegou o dinheiro, e foi até a casa do amigo: “voce me disse que queria um pagamento.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aydi respondeu: ”sim, mas não é em dinheiro. Prometa que, se em algum momento o vento frio passar por minha vida, acenderá para mim o fogo da amizade.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-6380560547026777388?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/6380560547026777388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=6380560547026777388' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6380560547026777388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/6380560547026777388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/02/amizade.html' title='A amizade'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S3FAH1evIeI/AAAAAAAADWs/HrNoY-yYBpM/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2568887019408771187</id><published>2010-02-03T18:08:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:10:42.426Z</updated><title type='text'>É tempo de mudar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S2m7wL_pFHI/AAAAAAAADV8/55WQOGQHGhk/s1600-h/gato+e+rato.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 178px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S2m7wL_pFHI/AAAAAAAADV8/55WQOGQHGhk/s400/gato+e+rato.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434080861927052402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É TEMPO DE MUDAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E perguntaram para Deus...&lt;br /&gt;O que mais te intriga nos seres humanos?&lt;br /&gt;Deus respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;Eles fartam-se de ser criança e têm pressa de crescer, depois suspiram por voltar a ser criança.&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro perdem a saúde para ter dinheiro e logo em seguida perdem o dinheiro para ter saúde.&lt;br /&gt;Pensam tão ansiosos no futuro que descuidam do presente e, assim, não vivem o presente e nem o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;Vivem como se fossem morrer e morrem como se não tivessem vivido...&lt;br /&gt;Reflita sobre isso, pois você ainda tem tempo para acertar sua vida, todos os dias quando você&lt;br /&gt;acordar receba o mais belo de todos os presentes...&lt;br /&gt;A dádiva da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Deus lhe deu e você a administra, faça com que realmente valha a pena... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2568887019408771187?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2568887019408771187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2568887019408771187' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2568887019408771187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2568887019408771187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-tempo-de-mudar.html' title='É tempo de mudar...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S2m7wL_pFHI/AAAAAAAADV8/55WQOGQHGhk/s72-c/gato+e+rato.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4705026102063274677</id><published>2010-01-27T00:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:36:06.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidão..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1-LvIQhANI/AAAAAAAADUs/uE2w7rtjrqw/s1600-h/Flores+145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1-LvIQhANI/AAAAAAAADUs/uE2w7rtjrqw/s400/Flores+145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431213317418975442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solidão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproximo-me da noite&lt;br /&gt;o silêncio abre os seus panos escuros&lt;br /&gt;e as coisas escorrem&lt;br /&gt;por óleo frio e espesso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta deveria ser a hora&lt;br /&gt;em que me recolheria&lt;br /&gt;como um poente&lt;br /&gt;no bater do teu peito&lt;br /&gt;mas a solidão&lt;br /&gt;entra pelos meus vidros&lt;br /&gt;e nas suas enlutadas mãos&lt;br /&gt;solto o meu delírio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É então que surges&lt;br /&gt;com teus passos de menina&lt;br /&gt;os teus sonhos arrumados&lt;br /&gt;como duas tranças nas tuas costas&lt;br /&gt;guiando-me por corredores infinitos&lt;br /&gt;e regressando aos espelhos&lt;br /&gt;onde a vida te encarou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os ruídos da noite&lt;br /&gt;trazem a sua esponja silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;e sem luz e sem tinta&lt;br /&gt;o meu sonho resigna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe&lt;br /&gt;os homens afundam-se&lt;br /&gt;com o caju que fermenta&lt;br /&gt;e a onda da madrugada&lt;br /&gt;demora-se de encontro&lt;br /&gt;às rochas do tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia Couto, in "Raiz de Orvalho e Outros Poemas"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4705026102063274677?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4705026102063274677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4705026102063274677' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4705026102063274677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4705026102063274677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/01/solidao.html' title='Solidão..'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1-LvIQhANI/AAAAAAAADUs/uE2w7rtjrqw/s72-c/Flores+145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1676946385774579411</id><published>2010-01-18T21:34:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T22:05:49.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Maravilhas da Natureza...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1Ta6_ayG6I/AAAAAAAADSQ/vSIkp3KtYA8/s1600-h/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+080.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1Ta6_ayG6I/AAAAAAAADSQ/vSIkp3KtYA8/s400/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+080.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428204157879327650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1TXI6m6LFI/AAAAAAAADSA/JcKzZHI0Vsc/s1600-h/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1TXI6m6LFI/AAAAAAAADSA/JcKzZHI0Vsc/s400/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428199999059668050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1TUWxuTenI/AAAAAAAADRw/bkYg-Arl8s4/s1600-h/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1TUWxuTenI/AAAAAAAADRw/bkYg-Arl8s4/s400/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428196938658052722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As grutas de Mira de Aire são as maiores de Portugal, com extensão total conhecida de 11000 metros, e extensão visitável de 600 metros. Desnível vencido durante a visita 110 metros (683 degraus) www.grutasmiradaire.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1676946385774579411?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1676946385774579411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1676946385774579411' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1676946385774579411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1676946385774579411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/01/maravilhas-da-natureza.html' title='Maravilhas da Natureza...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S1Ta6_ayG6I/AAAAAAAADSQ/vSIkp3KtYA8/s72-c/Mira+de+Aire+almo%C3%A7o+Grutas+080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5220998250470068168</id><published>2010-01-11T22:59:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:23:43.731Z</updated><title type='text'>Alvor- praia dos pescadores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0uw5YCYM9I/AAAAAAAADPw/-eFMlucAhh8/s1600-h/Algarve++Maio+2009+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0uw5YCYM9I/AAAAAAAADPw/-eFMlucAhh8/s320/Algarve++Maio+2009+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425624675849352146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0uuf51Z78I/AAAAAAAADPo/ex8-JO1IPi0/s1600-h/Algarve++Maio+2009+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0uuf51Z78I/AAAAAAAADPo/ex8-JO1IPi0/s320/Algarve++Maio+2009+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425622039221891010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0uuDxaAz9I/AAAAAAAADPg/qe5YDswz0aI/s1600-h/Algarve++Maio+2009+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0uuDxaAz9I/AAAAAAAADPg/qe5YDswz0aI/s320/Algarve++Maio+2009+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425621555923177426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com este frio, só apetece pensar na praia e no Sol. Gosto muito de passear por aqui, sentar um bocado e ler, tomar um café na esplanada com vista para a ria, ou simplesmente não fazer nada... Olhar, sentir os cheiros, apreciar os pássaros que vêm comer as migalhas aos nossos pés, ver os pescadores que regressam da faina do mar... É ambém muito agradável passear pelas dunas de areia e pescar... Estar em sintonia com a natureza, é uma das coisas boas da vida, e hoje eu sei apreciar muito mais estas pequenas "grandes coisas"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5220998250470068168?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5220998250470068168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5220998250470068168' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5220998250470068168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5220998250470068168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/01/alvor-praia-dos-pescadores.html' title='Alvor- praia dos pescadores'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0uw5YCYM9I/AAAAAAAADPw/-eFMlucAhh8/s72-c/Algarve++Maio+2009+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1057776913969803812</id><published>2010-01-06T17:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-06T17:45:32.702Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0TMLSbsOEI/AAAAAAAADPA/fCM5RJSx1SQ/s1600-h/Pulsatilla%2Bvernalis%2BSpring%2BPasque%2BFlower%2Bkoniklec%2Bjarn%25C3%25AD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0TMLSbsOEI/AAAAAAAADPA/fCM5RJSx1SQ/s320/Pulsatilla%2Bvernalis%2BSpring%2BPasque%2BFlower%2Bkoniklec%2Bjarn%25C3%25AD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423684345559529538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Florbela Espanca &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;É vão o amor, o ódio, ou o desdém;&lt;br /&gt;Inútil o desejo e o sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;Lançar um grande amor aos pés de alguém&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo é que lançar flores ao vento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos somos no mundo «Pedro Sem»,&lt;br /&gt;Uma alegria é feita dum tormento,&lt;br /&gt;Um riso é sempre o eco dum lamento,&lt;br /&gt;Sabe-se lá um beijo de onde vem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mais nobre ilusão morre... desfaz-se...&lt;br /&gt;Uma saudade morta em nós renasce&lt;br /&gt;Que no mesmo momento é já perdida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te a vida inteira eu não podia.&lt;br /&gt;A gente esquece sempre o bem de um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Que queres, meu Amor, se é isto a vida!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1057776913969803812?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1057776913969803812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1057776913969803812' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1057776913969803812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1057776913969803812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/01/vida.html' title='A vida...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0TMLSbsOEI/AAAAAAAADPA/fCM5RJSx1SQ/s72-c/Pulsatilla%2Bvernalis%2BSpring%2BPasque%2BFlower%2Bkoniklec%2Bjarn%25C3%25AD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4797365401946292774</id><published>2010-01-04T14:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T14:38:43.461Z</updated><title type='text'>Nuvens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0H7Gl4p3TI/AAAAAAAADNw/pokfyP_jObo/s1600-h/Algarve+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0H7Gl4p3TI/AAAAAAAADNw/pokfyP_jObo/s400/Algarve+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422891516998311218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Numa tarde de pesca em Portimão, olhando o céu e o efeito das nuvens...Foi maravilhosa essa contemplação... lembrava-me que tinha a cana na mão quando o peixe picava... Pescar, pode ser uma maneira de relaxar, e um estado de meditação!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0H666PKIRI/AAAAAAAADNo/NfULzC7YnB0/s1600-h/Algarve+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0H666PKIRI/AAAAAAAADNo/NfULzC7YnB0/s400/Algarve+016.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422891316302979346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4797365401946292774?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4797365401946292774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4797365401946292774' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4797365401946292774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4797365401946292774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2010/01/nuvens.html' title='Nuvens...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/S0H7Gl4p3TI/AAAAAAAADNw/pokfyP_jObo/s72-c/Algarve+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-7467570499128052665</id><published>2009-12-29T16:08:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:52:36.678Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SzyPosm-z7I/AAAAAAAADLE/IWRgFdC-U5g/s1600-h/038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SzyPosm-z7I/AAAAAAAADLE/IWRgFdC-U5g/s400/038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421365980779433906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo a todos os amigos, e visitantes deste blog uma boa passagem de ano, e um excelente 2010 repleto de coisas boas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-7467570499128052665?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/7467570499128052665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=7467570499128052665' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7467570499128052665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/7467570499128052665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/12/bom-ano.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo!'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SzyPosm-z7I/AAAAAAAADLE/IWRgFdC-U5g/s72-c/038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5741063775015955019</id><published>2009-12-24T13:57:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-24T14:37:10.251Z</updated><title type='text'>Para todos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SzN13Rls-AI/AAAAAAAADJU/ISoLeOOevps/s1600-h/20071112112502_gifs-para-orkut-n-2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SzN13Rls-AI/AAAAAAAADJU/ISoLeOOevps/s320/20071112112502_gifs-para-orkut-n-2.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418804369131632642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5741063775015955019?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5741063775015955019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5741063775015955019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5741063775015955019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5741063775015955019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/12/para-todos.html' title='Para todos...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SzN13Rls-AI/AAAAAAAADJU/ISoLeOOevps/s72-c/20071112112502_gifs-para-orkut-n-2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-4681669117643184308</id><published>2009-12-18T12:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:45:31.137Z</updated><title type='text'>Se tu viesses ver-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/Syt5XpAB9QI/AAAAAAAADIE/i8a0MJp5lUg/s1600-h/tn-5597Z1Y5909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 145px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/Syt5XpAB9QI/AAAAAAAADIE/i8a0MJp5lUg/s400/tn-5597Z1Y5909.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416556423893087490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu viesses ver-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu viesses ver-me hoje à tardinha,&lt;br /&gt;A essa hora dos mágicos cansaços,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite de manso se avizinha,&lt;br /&gt;E me prendesses toda nos teus braços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me lembra: esse sabor que tinha&lt;br /&gt;A tua boca... o eco dos teus passos...&lt;br /&gt;O teu riso de fonte... os teus abraços...&lt;br /&gt;Os teus beijos... a tua mão na minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu viesses quando, linda e louca,&lt;br /&gt;Traça as linhas dulcíssimas dum beijo&lt;br /&gt;E é de seda vermelha e canta e ri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é como um cravo ao sol a minha boca...&lt;br /&gt;Quando os olhos se me cerram de desejo...&lt;br /&gt;E os meus braços se estendem para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  Florbela Espanca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-4681669117643184308?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/4681669117643184308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=4681669117643184308' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4681669117643184308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/4681669117643184308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-tu-viesses-ver-me.html' title='Se tu viesses ver-me...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/Syt5XpAB9QI/AAAAAAAADIE/i8a0MJp5lUg/s72-c/tn-5597Z1Y5909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-9094990702127563071</id><published>2009-12-15T15:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:14:28.295Z</updated><title type='text'>O Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SyenPfi-T2I/AAAAAAAADHs/zBUSrlKn_BQ/s1600-h/feliz_dia_dos_namorados-300x187.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SyenPfi-T2I/AAAAAAAADHs/zBUSrlKn_BQ/s400/feliz_dia_dos_namorados-300x187.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415480961544376162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não se deixa impressionar pela aparência física&lt;br /&gt;ou pelos atributos pessoais de outrem.&lt;br /&gt;Desdobra-se na convivência com as pessoas, jamais&lt;br /&gt;diminuindo de intensidade, multiplicando-se largamente&lt;br /&gt;em todas as direções.&lt;br /&gt;A chama do amor nunca se apaga, porque nunca se consome.&lt;br /&gt;Ela se auto-sustenta com o combustível da alegria em que&lt;br /&gt;se expressa.&lt;br /&gt;Envolvente, é suave como um amanhecer e poderoso como&lt;br /&gt;a força da própria vida. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Autor Joanna de Ângelis/Divaldo Franco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-9094990702127563071?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/9094990702127563071/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=9094990702127563071' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/9094990702127563071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/9094990702127563071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-amor.html' title='O Amor...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SyenPfi-T2I/AAAAAAAADHs/zBUSrlKn_BQ/s72-c/feliz_dia_dos_namorados-300x187.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-2432098642051954995</id><published>2009-12-10T11:01:00.009Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T11:01:43.350Z</updated><title type='text'>Lousã</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SyDWLKlbRoI/AAAAAAAADGE/Dlpgr3fpxCM/s1600-h/lousa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SyDWLKlbRoI/AAAAAAAADGE/Dlpgr3fpxCM/s400/lousa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413562239407572610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lousã - Uma vila encantadora pelo deslumbrante cenário em que a planície se junta à serra, e pelas magníficas casas do século XVIII (o Palácio dos Salazares é disso exemplo). Vale a pena admirar o conjunto das ermidas que formam o Santuário de Nossa Senhora da Piedade e o Castelo de Arouce, entre montes, olivedos e densa vegetação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A serra é uma maravilha... sinto-mo extasiada e livre, convida à meditação... Se pudesse ter uma casinha na serra era este o meu lugar de eleição! Gosto muito da Lousã, dos seus arredores, e das suas gentes! É bom andar por lá à deriva.. Descobrir as paisagens maravilhosas da serra com toda a sua beleza e pureza! Já tenho saudades de respirar aquele ar puro... &lt;br /&gt;Quando chegar a primavera lá vou eu procurar novas energias, e a serra é sem dúvida o local ideal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-2432098642051954995?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/2432098642051954995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=2432098642051954995' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2432098642051954995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/2432098642051954995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/12/lousa.html' title='Lousã'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SyDWLKlbRoI/AAAAAAAADGE/Dlpgr3fpxCM/s72-c/lousa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-5792392120572457710</id><published>2009-12-08T18:19:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-12-12T09:48:31.693Z</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/Sx6dsCil5HI/AAAAAAAADFU/VD10x2_WRfw/s1600-h/pessoas+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/Sx6dsCil5HI/AAAAAAAADFU/VD10x2_WRfw/s320/pessoas+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412937182067680370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentados em amena cavaqueira, até parece no Alentejo mas não é! São os amigos de Peniche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/Sx6ZvTHXlMI/AAAAAAAADE8/LTSxjvJfJ5s/s1600-h/pessoas+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/Sx6ZvTHXlMI/AAAAAAAADE8/LTSxjvJfJ5s/s320/pessoas+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412932840009995458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amola tesouras, uma profissão em vias de extinção!&lt;br /&gt;Fotos tiradas em Peniche,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-5792392120572457710?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/5792392120572457710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=5792392120572457710' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5792392120572457710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/5792392120572457710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/12/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/Sx6dsCil5HI/AAAAAAAADFU/VD10x2_WRfw/s72-c/pessoas+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8063108508146657824.post-1039507215907909537</id><published>2009-11-30T13:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T13:49:40.209Z</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos da vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SxPNDQydoVI/AAAAAAAADEM/LomYBYi6lGM/s1600/a_walk_in_the_park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SxPNDQydoVI/AAAAAAAADEM/LomYBYi6lGM/s400/a_walk_in_the_park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409893033332023634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAMINHOS DA VIDA. &lt;br /&gt;Quando cortas uma flor para ti,&lt;br /&gt;começas a perdê-la...&lt;br /&gt;porque murchará em tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;e não se fará semente&lt;br /&gt;para outras primaveras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando aprisionas um passarinho para ti,&lt;br /&gt;começas a perdê-lo...&lt;br /&gt;Porque não mais cantará&lt;br /&gt;no bosque para ti&lt;br /&gt;nem criará outros passarinhos&lt;br /&gt;em seu ninho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando guardas teu dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;começas a perdê-lo...&lt;br /&gt;porque o dinheiro não vale por si,&lt;br /&gt;mas pelo o que com ele se pode fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não arriscas&lt;br /&gt;tua liberdade para tê-la,&lt;br /&gt;começas a perdê-la...&lt;br /&gt;porque a liberdade que tens se comprova&lt;br /&gt;quando te atiras optando e decidindo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não deixas partir o teu filho&lt;br /&gt;para a vida, começas a perdê-lo...&lt;br /&gt;porque nunca o verás&lt;br /&gt;voltar para ti livre e maduro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprende no caminho da vida&lt;br /&gt;a paradoxal lição da experiência:&lt;br /&gt;sempre ganhas o que deixas&lt;br /&gt;e perdes o que reténs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;René Juan Trossero&lt;br /&gt;Foto ret. da net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8063108508146657824-1039507215907909537?l=jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/feeds/1039507215907909537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8063108508146657824&amp;postID=1039507215907909537' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1039507215907909537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8063108508146657824/posts/default/1039507215907909537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jardinsdaalma.blogspot.com/2009/11/caminhos-da-vida.html' title='Caminhos da vida...'/><author><name>Alda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17647152172691253998</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oJQE__nWwxg/TYvGsGslm4I/AAAAAAAAEf8/8Tl9XJK94Ok/s220/cuba%2Be%2Brepub.dominicana%2B109.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SggIoq01dMM/SxPNDQydoVI/AAAAAAAADEM/LomYBYi6lGM/s72-c/a_walk_in_the_park.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
