<?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-7014137274214673734</id><updated>2011-07-08T13:35:53.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>tropismos da matilde</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-3010457030476849745</id><published>2009-08-14T11:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T11:43:03.468+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SoU_qcuKwBI/AAAAAAAAAZo/i9hTudqmT_A/s1600-h/F1010012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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Cortei os sentimentos, os sonhos, a vontade, o desejo de seja lá o que for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é a única maneira que encontrei para sobreviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-5563481321698867986?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5563481321698867986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=5563481321698867986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5563481321698867986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5563481321698867986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2009/05/afinal.html' title='Afinal'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-1361404512460968032</id><published>2009-05-07T18:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:33:12.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é um belo dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Continuo a fazer cruzinhas no calendário... a saborear cada segundo que passa e que me aproxima do meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e do meu futuro, por mim escolhido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-1361404512460968032?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1361404512460968032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=1361404512460968032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1361404512460968032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1361404512460968032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2009/05/hoje-e-um-belo-dia.html' title='Hoje é um belo dia...'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-4147494051587217677</id><published>2009-03-20T14:49:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:01:43.868Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo está no amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ScOt_TaLFaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jgdRLBJtx6g/s1600-h/velas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315283288280733090" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ScOt_TaLFaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jgdRLBJtx6g/s320/velas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Podemos não gostar de certas pessoas mas devemos amá-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;AMAR TODA A HUMANIDADE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-4147494051587217677?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4147494051587217677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=4147494051587217677' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/4147494051587217677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/4147494051587217677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2009/03/tudo-esta-no-amor.html' title='Tudo está no amor'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ScOt_TaLFaI/AAAAAAAAAVk/jgdRLBJtx6g/s72-c/velas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-4806735113585859600</id><published>2009-02-14T10:13:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T10:24:29.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem cortei o que me ligava e que me magoava</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nestes últimos meses vivi uma situação que a canção "mal por mal" dos Deolinda retrata muitíssimo bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já sou quem tu queres que eu seja:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;tenho emprego e uma vida normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas quando acordo e não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;quem sou, quem me tornei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e começo a bater mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já me enquadro na tua estrutura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;não ofendo a tua moral,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas quando me impões o meu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e eu ainda o sinto aquém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;o teu bem faz-me tão mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O teu bem faz-me tão mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que esperas que eu não desiluda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;que, por bem, siga o teu ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não queroseguir ninguém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;por mais que me queiras bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O teu bem faz-me tão mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O teu bem faz-me tão mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que me vais virar do avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;se eu te disser foi em mim que apostei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não, não é nada que me rale,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;mesmo que me faças mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Do avesso te direi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"O teu mal faz-me tão bem".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deolinda, "mal por mal" in Canção ao lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não concordo com o último verso... não preciso disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crescemos continuamente - até aos 31 anos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-4806735113585859600?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4806735113585859600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=4806735113585859600' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/4806735113585859600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/4806735113585859600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2009/02/ontem-cortei-o-que-me-ligava-e-que-me.html' title='Ontem cortei o que me ligava e que me magoava'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-1980884358604390865</id><published>2008-12-31T11:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:37:24.085Z</updated><title type='text'>A literatura do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem fui com Audrina ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SVtXB_jl9uI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jNB2WEfK22s/s1600-h/weltliteratur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285914279401617122" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SVtXB_jl9uI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jNB2WEfK22s/s320/weltliteratur.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Exposição patente na Gulbenkian sobre a Literatura. A expressão Weltliteratur é de Goethe. Denota que a literatura apesar de se circonscrever a um autor, um escritor, um país, um espaço (penso na mansarda da qual fala Fernando Pessoa) une diversos pensamentos ou correntes que se manifestam nos quatro cantos do planeta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi com imenso prazer que reli trechos do &lt;em&gt;Livro do Desassossego &lt;/em&gt;de Fernando Pessoa ou ainda a poesia de Álvaro de Campos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sou nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nunca serei nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não posso querer ser nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(in a Tabacaria)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como gosto dos contrastes - "não sou nada ... tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo" - e do que nasce, brota, jorra do abismo criado pelos contrastes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-1980884358604390865?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1980884358604390865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=1980884358604390865' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1980884358604390865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1980884358604390865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/12/literatura-do-mundo.html' title='A literatura do mundo'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SVtXB_jl9uI/AAAAAAAAAVM/jNB2WEfK22s/s72-c/weltliteratur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-5875102691620959801</id><published>2008-12-27T12:58:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-27T13:10:38.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida nova ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por vezes pergunto-me o que estou aqui a fazer - por aqui, entenda-se, internet, blog -?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje diria que este espaço, estes tropismos funcionam como refúgio. Não quero escrever nem artigos, nem resumos para comunicação, nada de muito concreto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero começar uma vida nova?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;____________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;Vida nova? O que é isso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dar aulas em França é uma vida nova. Não deve ser essa que eu quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O mais estranho é que sei o que quero, conheço as coisas pelas quais anseio, mas também sei que ainda não chegou a hora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo tem seu tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu ainda não chegou. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acredito que tenho de aprender a ser paciente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;a ser mais paciente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;humilde, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;_______ &lt;/span&gt;ser mais humilde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-5875102691620959801?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5875102691620959801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=5875102691620959801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5875102691620959801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5875102691620959801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/12/nova-vida.html' title='Vida nova ?'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-8950678651102044411</id><published>2008-11-10T11:34:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-11-11T09:37:12.122Z</updated><title type='text'>Como pedido</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Algumas fotos do casamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994415142287794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfg8yFubI/AAAAAAAAATs/YghBKOasULc/s400/s705243403_1038586_3204.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994670365653122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfvzkFOII/AAAAAAAAAUU/35-H0vZ1WEc/s400/s705243403_1038614_2305.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994666496349298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfvlJkVHI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Wqie7boySKc/s400/s705243403_1038601_8653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994420737790002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 97px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfhRoKUDI/AAAAAAAAAUE/aMNuw6JbWMM/s400/s705243403_1038597_7711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfv30j-3I/AAAAAAAAAUk/oRrdKVZ71FQ/s1600-h/s705243403_1038658_1977.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994671508519794" style="DISPLAY: block; 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfhEgwvpI/AAAAAAAAAT8/2AGcdLZ-bvw/s400/s705243403_1038589_3957.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfhNKiqjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Yc5oDh8yIdg/s1600-h/s705243403_1038588_3708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994419539814962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 86px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfhNKiqjI/AAAAAAAAAT0/Yc5oDh8yIdg/s400/s705243403_1038588_3708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfg5VYkSI/AAAAAAAAATk/0Odn2_7HNok/s1600-h/Casamento+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266994414216581410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfg5VYkSI/AAAAAAAAATk/0Odn2_7HNok/s400/Casamento+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Outras virão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-8950678651102044411?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8950678651102044411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=8950678651102044411' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/8950678651102044411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/8950678651102044411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-pedido.html' title='Como pedido'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SRgfg8yFubI/AAAAAAAAATs/YghBKOasULc/s72-c/s705243403_1038586_3204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-3976797199761848633</id><published>2008-10-03T12:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T12:06:15.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os três M- Mathieu, Margaux, Matilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SOX8CsaGn8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ua6QHp_XB9s/s1600-h/DSCF1243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252881663608135618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SOX8CsaGn8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ua6QHp_XB9s/s320/DSCF1243.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Confesso que sou uma tia babada, muito babada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O essencial situa-se noutro ponto, ao qual chamo a força do amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Posso estar exausta, sem vontade de nada, mas a verdade é que, quando olho para os dois M, sou capaz de conquistar o mundo inteiro só para eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-3976797199761848633?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3976797199761848633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=3976797199761848633' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/3976797199761848633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/3976797199761848633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/10/os-trs-m-mathieu-margaux-matilde.html' title='Os três M- Mathieu, Margaux, Matilde'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SOX8CsaGn8I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Ua6QHp_XB9s/s72-c/DSCF1243.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-8298354100310416202</id><published>2008-09-12T15:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T16:07:00.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>não acredito .. hoje já é dia 12 de Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não têm a impressão que o tempo passa depressa, muito depressa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois eu também tenho essa impressão.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                                                                                         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há dias ouvi uma teoria surpreendente cujo nome esqueci, mas que explica que o eixo da terra mudou, a órbita dos planetas mudaram e continuam a mudar, que 24 horas, já não correspondem a 24 horas, visto o calendário, as horas, os minutos, os segundos terem sido pensados em função dos planetas e das orbitas da Lua à volta da Terra e desta à volta do sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelos vistos em 2012 vamos mudar de sistema temporal.... o dia não durará 24 horas mas .... (aceitam-se apostas).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Também me disseram que a percepção do tempo é subjectiva e que a sensação do tempo passar muito depressa tem a ver com as modernices da vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei, não... Acredito mais na primeira teoria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-8298354100310416202?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8298354100310416202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=8298354100310416202' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/8298354100310416202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/8298354100310416202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/09/no-acredito-hoje-j-dia-12-de-setembro.html' title='não acredito .. hoje já é dia 12 de Setembro'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-1521345477280133563</id><published>2008-09-01T14:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:21:35.047+01:00</updated><title type='text'>também quero</title><content type='html'>fériasssssssssssssssssssssssssssss&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-1521345477280133563?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1521345477280133563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=1521345477280133563' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1521345477280133563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1521345477280133563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/09/tambm-quero.html' title='também quero'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-1101138814978832341</id><published>2008-08-31T20:35:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T20:54:33.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para ele</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLrywL3NA-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hugQZKh-OQg/s1600-h/steFamille.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240768026030965730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLrywL3NA-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hugQZKh-OQg/s200/steFamille.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conheço uma pessoa muito especial que, além de ser pessoa, é padre. Quando conhecemos o Padre Carlos, nunca mais somos os mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é o seu último ano, aqui, em Sintra...&lt;br /&gt;Custa vê-lo partir, mas pensando bem, tivemos a sorte de o ter, é bom que outras pessoas, outras paróquias o conheçam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das coisas que me marcou - entre outras - nas palavras do Padre Carlos é a referência a José ao lado de Maria e Jesus. A maioria dos ícones representam Maria e Jesus omitindo José.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual não foi a minha surpresa ao encontrar este ícone da Santa Família de M. Baud, que dedico ao P. Carlos, ele que me deu confiança na progressão da construção da minha família com o Jorge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso tudo e por algo mais é o P.Carlos que vai celebrar o nosso casamento (falo em meu nome e em nome do Jo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-1101138814978832341?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1101138814978832341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=1101138814978832341' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1101138814978832341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1101138814978832341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/08/para-ele.html' title='Para ele'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLrywL3NA-I/AAAAAAAAAIc/hugQZKh-OQg/s72-c/steFamille.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-5177839544967332902</id><published>2008-08-30T18:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T19:15:41.776+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos preparativos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLmNutXM8yI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8EX1-6Hw8LA/s1600-h/DSCF2056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240375475012694818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLmNutXM8yI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8EX1-6Hw8LA/s200/DSCF2056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLmKAGltqdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DEq4-dRVs8k/s1600-h/DSCF2053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240371375795710418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLmKAGltqdI/AAAAAAAAAIM/DEq4-dRVs8k/s200/DSCF2053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;A menos de dois meses do casamento, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;surgem questões: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este dia não é para os noivos, pois não? A cada casamento que fui os noivos estavam muito cansados... A mim não me enganam!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que tipo de surpresas vamos ter? (sim porque sei que vamos ter surpresas!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Que surpresas vamos fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Surgem ideias e sensações:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O casamento - ou melhor dizendo a união - não se resume a um dia (25 de Outubro de 2008) mas constroí-se ao longo da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sei que vamos ser felizes e que ainda nos resta muita coisa para viver, descobrir e conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não queremos tudo aqui e agora, queremos conquistar e saborear... Viver "crescendo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-5177839544967332902?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5177839544967332902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=5177839544967332902' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5177839544967332902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5177839544967332902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/08/nos-preparativos.html' title='Nos preparativos ...'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLmNutXM8yI/AAAAAAAAAIU/8EX1-6Hw8LA/s72-c/DSCF2056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-1876148359848453342</id><published>2008-08-27T18:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T19:08:08.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLWXqmZ18AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ug1NGGMJFDw/s1600-h/2007_0919segovia017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239260499634679810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLWXqmZ18AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ug1NGGMJFDw/s200/2007_0919segovia017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SLWV9-k7XHI/AAAAAAAAAH8/nwEtMpzVKJk/s1600-h/momento.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leio muito e o que mais gosto é encontrar frases, pensamentos que nos podem acompanhar para o resto a vida, como este de Carlos Drummond de Andrade:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A cada dia que vivo, mais me convenço de que o desperdício da vida está no amor que não damos, nas forças que não usamos, na prudência egoista que nada arrisca, e que, esquivando-se do sofrimento, perdemos a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-1876148359848453342?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1876148359848453342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=1876148359848453342' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-6414263670928396131</id><published>2008-06-28T17:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:59:19.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pequenO momentO de epifaniA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SGZttNXAMOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8KqGPIYDWMw/s1600-h/hortensia_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216977841802981602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SGZttNXAMOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8KqGPIYDWMw/s400/hortensia_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-6414263670928396131?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SGZttNXAMOI/AAAAAAAAAH0/8KqGPIYDWMw/s72-c/hortensia_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-5131265893951756110</id><published>2008-06-28T17:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:57:28.882+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de sabedoria</title><content type='html'>O dia mais belo? Hoje&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais fácil? Equivocar-se&lt;br /&gt;O obstáculo maior? O medo&lt;br /&gt;O erro maior? Abandonar-se&lt;br /&gt;A raiz de todos os males? O egoísmo&lt;br /&gt;A distração mais bela? O trabalho&lt;br /&gt;A pior derrota? O desalento&lt;br /&gt;Os melhores professores? As crianças&lt;br /&gt;A primeira necessidade? Comunicar-se&lt;br /&gt;O que mais faz feliz? Ser útil aos demais&lt;br /&gt;O mistério maior? A morte&lt;br /&gt;O pior defeito? O mau humor&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais perigosa? A mentira&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento pior? O rancor&lt;br /&gt;O presente mais belo? O perdão&lt;br /&gt;O mais imprescindível? O lar&lt;br /&gt;A estrada mais rápida? O caminho correto&lt;br /&gt;A sensação mais grata? A paz interior&lt;br /&gt;O resguardo mais eficaz? O sorriso&lt;br /&gt;O melhor remédio? O optimismo&lt;br /&gt;A maior satisfação? O dever cumprido&lt;br /&gt;A força mais potente do mundo? A fé&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais necessárias? Os pais&lt;br /&gt;A coisa mais bela de todas? 0 amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Madre Teresa de Calcutá &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-5131265893951756110?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5131265893951756110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=5131265893951756110' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5131265893951756110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5131265893951756110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/06/um-pouco-de-sabedoria.html' title='Um pouco de sabedoria'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-2302130658833074024</id><published>2008-05-26T16:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T16:52:47.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nos entretantos ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SDrclVz7D7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/aOwVNbza9mg/s1600-h/fleurs0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204714853448224690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SDrclVz7D7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/aOwVNbza9mg/s320/fleurs0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nos entretantos que são poucos... comecei uma das minhas paixões secretas - a pintura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;É por puro prazer, não tenho nem formação, nem pretenções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-2302130658833074024?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2302130658833074024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=2302130658833074024' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/2302130658833074024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/2302130658833074024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/nos-entretantos.html' title='Nos entretantos ...'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SDrclVz7D7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/aOwVNbza9mg/s72-c/fleurs0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-8183991811538539743</id><published>2008-05-20T15:34:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:48:18.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As dúvidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SDLkT2xl_hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VePw8-5NtDQ/s1600-h/2007_0919segovia017_crdireita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202471549338517010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SDLkT2xl_hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VePw8-5NtDQ/s320/2007_0919segovia017_crdireita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cada vez mais me apercebo que as dúvidas fazem parte da minha vida. Podem estar ligadas à minha fé, às minhas escolhas, às minhas capacidades, etc, etc, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se no início, ficava assustada, agora, vejo as dúvidas como algo que me permite dar um passo em frente. Duvido, tento responder, aceito e avanço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ter dúvidas faz com que veja e aceite a minha fragilidade, a minha incapacidade em levar o peso do mundo nas minhas costas. Faz com que conte um pouco menos comigo e um pouco mais com os outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;É o início da comunidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-8183991811538539743?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8183991811538539743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=8183991811538539743' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/8183991811538539743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/8183991811538539743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/as-dvidas.html' title='As dúvidas'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SDLkT2xl_hI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VePw8-5NtDQ/s72-c/2007_0919segovia017_crdireita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-1946373353933304940</id><published>2008-05-15T15:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T16:02:56.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dez minutos de Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDBsE5gjSi0&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FDBsE5gjSi0&amp;hl=en&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A imagem não é das melhores, mas a viagem vale a pena. &lt;br /&gt;Música de Arvo Part&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-1946373353933304940?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1946373353933304940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=1946373353933304940' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1946373353933304940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1946373353933304940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/dez-minutos-de-liberdade.html' title='Dez minutos de Liberdade'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-3321509725510150442</id><published>2008-05-12T14:35:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T15:33:55.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mon jardin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nasci e cresci no meio da natureza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso, criei na minha varanda um pequeno jardim ... enquanto anseio por um jardim verdadeiro ---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SChKbmxl_fI/AAAAAAAAADs/I8D_YwmQk7c/s1600-h/fleurs0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199487607924719090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SChKbmxl_fI/AAAAAAAAADs/I8D_YwmQk7c/s400/fleurs0062.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Little Gerbera&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SChKNWxl_eI/AAAAAAAAADk/9rqHelWwB4I/s1600-h/fleurs0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199487363111583202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SChKNWxl_eI/AAAAAAAAADk/9rqHelWwB4I/s400/fleurs0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Menina Lavanda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SChJ4Gxl_dI/AAAAAAAAADc/hXMTOp8-jq8/s1600-h/fleurs0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SChIiWxl_aI/AAAAAAAAADE/oaI8pYG1aHU/s1600-h/fleurs0067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199485524865580450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SChIiWxl_aI/AAAAAAAAADE/oaI8pYG1aHU/s400/fleurs0067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Flor da Pascale&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-3321509725510150442?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3321509725510150442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=3321509725510150442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/3321509725510150442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/3321509725510150442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/mon-jardin.html' title='Mon jardin'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SChKbmxl_fI/AAAAAAAAADs/I8D_YwmQk7c/s72-c/fleurs0062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-4879793912566054234</id><published>2008-05-10T13:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T13:53:20.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A flor luminosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4fd8a6bbca10b56d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4fd8a6bbca10b56d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330144161%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23DB0986C3C0640653229031846C8E3A385740B0.3A8663986B2C0259F75BA838C76EAF7D05846498%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4fd8a6bbca10b56d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYuScxJj3JVYmI66YcEKSBe9R0oQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4fd8a6bbca10b56d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330144161%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D23DB0986C3C0640653229031846C8E3A385740B0.3A8663986B2C0259F75BA838C76EAF7D05846498%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4fd8a6bbca10b56d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYuScxJj3JVYmI66YcEKSBe9R0oQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ando numa de brincar com o vento e a luz.... Falta a música de fundo... será para a próxima!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-4879793912566054234?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4fd8a6bbca10b56d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4879793912566054234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=4879793912566054234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/4879793912566054234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/4879793912566054234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/ando-numa-de-brincar-com-o-vento-e-luz.html' title='A flor luminosa'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-5813808471529289344</id><published>2008-05-08T16:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T16:29:27.461+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>Com as novas tecnologias é muito fácil criar novos laços e novas amizades. A minha pergunta é: qual a profundidade dessa Amizade? (repara que escrevo com A e não com a)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que vivemos cada vez mais na era do efémero, do ilusório, apercebo-me de que a amizade se assemelha ao facto de conhecer alguém, ir beber café, ir ao cinema, saber qual o gosto musical do dito amigo, etc... etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, a amizade vai além do "passar tempo" com essa ou essas pessoas. É sobretudo um sentimento mútuo semelhante ao amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Amizade é ínutil e gratuita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não preciso de um amigo para ir ao cinema, posso muito bem ir sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Vou com esse amigo porque quero partilhar aquele filme, aquele momento com ele. A partir do momento em que preciso daquele amigo para fazer qualquer coisa, sei que o que está a ser convocado não é amizade mas necessidade. É certo que por vezes, preciso da ajuda dessa pessoa, mas não é, de certeza absoluta, a necessidade que anima a Amizade que tenho por essa pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus amigos, exigo a mesma coisa - inutilidade e gratuidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero não estar a afastar pessoas que se dizem e que eu penso serem minhas amigas, risos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou amiga de pessoas que conheço há pouco tempo e sou amiga de pessoas que conheço há imenso tempo. Sei se a pessoa é minha amiga quando a olho nos olhos e vejo uma luz, um brilho que não consigo descrever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui a foto de um amigo que conheci através da net. Quando vi o olhar dele, pensei: "tu sim... serás meu amigo e eu tua..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SCMavInn3ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9A8pNfFBqjA/s1600-h/GotasPlanetaAzul%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198027791985532306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SCMavInn3ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9A8pNfFBqjA/s400/GotasPlanetaAzul%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Gotas do Planeta Azul"&lt;br /&gt;Foto de João Paulo Redondo- redoido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-5813808471529289344?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5813808471529289344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=5813808471529289344' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5813808471529289344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5813808471529289344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SCMavInn3ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/9A8pNfFBqjA/s72-c/GotasPlanetaAzul%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-5841689980274765675</id><published>2008-05-06T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:39:19.769+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SCCXVr3ng_I/AAAAAAAAACs/bEGzxJM3JiE/s1600-h/Goutelettes.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197320368794600434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SCCXVr3ng_I/AAAAAAAAACs/bEGzxJM3JiE/s400/Goutelettes.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabem o que é que me apetece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andar descalça na erva ligeiramente molhada pelo orvalho... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem me dera...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                             Sensações da minha infância&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-5841689980274765675?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/5841689980274765675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=5841689980274765675' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5841689980274765675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/5841689980274765675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/sabem-o-que-que-me-apetece-andar.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SCCXVr3ng_I/AAAAAAAAACs/bEGzxJM3JiE/s72-c/Goutelettes.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-8272636790109934188</id><published>2008-05-06T18:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T18:35:30.510+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoas</title><content type='html'>Ontem foi o dia do msn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falei com amigos com os quais já não falava há algum tempo :) foi muito bom! Saudades, recordações, sorrisos e gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merci les amis :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-8272636790109934188?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/8272636790109934188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=8272636790109934188' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/8272636790109934188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/8272636790109934188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/pessoas.html' title='Pessoas'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-1709820193909794922</id><published>2008-05-02T01:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T01:21:51.323+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm tired...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-1709820193909794922?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1709820193909794922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=1709820193909794922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1709820193909794922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1709820193909794922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-3480030739211861014</id><published>2008-04-30T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T19:21:15.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SBiuXL3ng-I/AAAAAAAAACk/-sucpaO4VtY/s1600-h/Mon%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195093883518157794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SBiuXL3ng-I/AAAAAAAAACk/-sucpaO4VtY/s400/Mon%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... esta luz primaveril encanta-me o coração e a alma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apesar da azáfama das pesquisas, da tese, do casamento, sinto-me feliz e serena. Como explicar? Ao certo, não sei ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surgem imagens, sons em mim que me apaziguam. Sinto a presença de Deus. Por vezes falo com Ele. Outras vezes simplesmente agradeço-O e sorriu-Lhe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já estou habituada à solidão que envolve a escrita. Acho que é a parte mais difícil da tese. É estar sozinha... eu que até amo a solidão. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-3480030739211861014?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/3480030739211861014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=3480030739211861014' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/3480030739211861014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/3480030739211861014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/04/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SBiuXL3ng-I/AAAAAAAAACk/-sucpaO4VtY/s72-c/Mon%C3%A7%C3%A3o1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-7150660298881726944</id><published>2008-04-28T12:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T12:50:22.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prazo...</title><content type='html'>Ontem, quase tive uma crise de pânico. Tive a boa ideia de pegar num calendário e ver quanto tempo tinha para acabar a dita cuja tese...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a ideia foi boa ou má. O que importa é que agora tenho um programa: 6 semanas para acabar a terceira e última parte da tese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se diz em francês: il faut prende le taureau par les cornes (agarrar o touro pelos cornos)! Desta, agarrei-o.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que na vida, há duas opções: fugir ou lutar.  Ando a fugir há alguns meses... Ontem decidi lutar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje continua na luta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã veremos.... Risos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-7150660298881726944?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/7150660298881726944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=7150660298881726944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/7150660298881726944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/7150660298881726944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/04/prazo.html' title='Prazo...'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-2010100254100751231</id><published>2008-04-25T22:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T21:55:00.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Orgulhosamente sós</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SBJNo73ng6I/AAAAAAAAABo/CoTdPbvnXWI/s1600-h/cravo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193298685972677538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SBJNo73ng6I/AAAAAAAAABo/CoTdPbvnXWI/s320/cravo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só para não esquecer que hoje foi e é um dia muito especial para a História de Portugal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O orgulho não leva ninguém a sítio nenhum,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;muito pelo contrário....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-2010100254100751231?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2010100254100751231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=2010100254100751231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/2010100254100751231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/2010100254100751231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/04/orgulhosamente-ss.html' title='Orgulhosamente sós'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SBJNo73ng6I/AAAAAAAAABo/CoTdPbvnXWI/s72-c/cravo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-1247236454977278273</id><published>2008-04-24T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T18:41:19.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>Eu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um de nós, talvez geométrica flor, tenho experimentado a sensação -- que até agora desconhecia --, que estar vivo e estar só é um sinal de alegria,&lt;br /&gt;semelhante ao tombar da neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se as espirais delicadas do contacto com os outros (cada vez mais delicada) se transformam em mais frágeis à medida que a sensibilidade aos actos de linguagem -- e aos&lt;br /&gt;actos --&lt;br /&gt;cresce,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;este face a face sem intermédios humanos com as coisas&lt;br /&gt;pode fazê-las transparecer num espaço máximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É talvez uma fase nova de aprendizagem da leitura __ será&lt;br /&gt;preciso entrar nesse espaço em que dos flocos já caem letras&lt;br /&gt;para usar finamente o privilégio de ensiná-los aos animais do Mosteiro, chamamento que aqui demos à sua contemplação. Mosteiro e monstro -- e os caminhos&lt;br /&gt;transitáveis entre eles;&lt;br /&gt;por fim, suponho que o nosso cântico de leitura dará&lt;br /&gt;nascimento a híbridos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Maria Gabriela Llansol, &lt;em&gt;Os Cantores de Leitura&lt;/em&gt;, 22&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-1247236454977278273?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/1247236454977278273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=1247236454977278273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1247236454977278273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/1247236454977278273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-4102037528541255031</id><published>2008-04-23T12:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:34:55.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SA8cH73ng5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XV3o2eVxE0k/s1600-h/fleurs0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SA8cH73ng5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XV3o2eVxE0k/s320/fleurs0007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192399818037101458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera saber para onde vou?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-4102037528541255031?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/4102037528541255031/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=4102037528541255031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/4102037528541255031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/4102037528541255031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/04/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/SA8cH73ng5I/AAAAAAAAABQ/XV3o2eVxE0k/s72-c/fleurs0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7014137274214673734.post-2968802310354697092</id><published>2008-04-22T10:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T10:45:05.287+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One day...</title><content type='html'>Um dia criarei um blog... &lt;br /&gt;será para seguir a onda dos blogs? &lt;br /&gt;Partilhar com os amigos? &lt;br /&gt;Colocar no ecrã o que não quero em mim? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que os Tropismos da Laranja Matilde serão um espaço onde possa viajar, criar e sobretodo sonhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7014137274214673734-2968802310354697092?l=tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/feeds/2968802310354697092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7014137274214673734&amp;postID=2968802310354697092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/2968802310354697092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7014137274214673734/posts/default/2968802310354697092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tropismos-da-matilde-laranja.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-day.html' title='One day...'/><author><name>Matilde</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00641904011315555557</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oF6nTTP10Jk/ShMSww-9gpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/OWxDwtJuHnw/S220/004.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
