<?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-296443820493044406</id><updated>2012-01-26T04:23:55.753+01:00</updated><category term='o inicio'/><title type='text'>No Cimo da Montanha</title><subtitle type='html'>"Até que enfim cheguei ao cimo da montanha
após uma jornada extensa e fatigante. 
Passei o olhar em torno e, 
pronto, o olhar apanha tudo 
que a vida tem de belo e contrastante. …

… Graças vos dou, meu Deus, graças vos dou, Senhor, 
por sentir que me ergui dos abismos da treva, 
por sentir mais intensa essa luz que me eleva, 
suave irradiação do Vosso imenso amor."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>201</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6626084051663115083</id><published>2011-12-16T03:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T03:19:38.759+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades</title><content type='html'>Ola Boa noite, tal como tinha informado na minha ultima &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;postagem&lt;/span&gt; estou de regresso com algumas novidades a meu respeito....&lt;br /&gt;A vida da muitas voltas e nunca sabemos o que nos esta reservado, durante esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ausência&lt;/span&gt; muita coisa aconteceu, conheci uma pessoa com quem me identifico bastante, casei pelo civil e aguardo o desenvolvimento do processo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;canónico&lt;/span&gt; para a dispensa do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ministério&lt;/span&gt; para poder casar pela igreja. Estou muito feliz e continuo a minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;missão&lt;/span&gt; neste mundo num... evangelizar pelo testemunho de vida crista no sacramento do matrimonio ( quando me for permitido contrai-lo), ser &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cristão&lt;/span&gt; sempre e um "reflexo" do Amor de Deus pela humanidade:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6626084051663115083?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6626084051663115083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6626084051663115083' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt; Forte abraço em Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-1164549617211480150?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1164549617211480150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1164549617211480150' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1164549617211480150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514664333003650674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Ainda que os teus passos te pareçam inúteis, vai abrindo caminhos como  a água que desce cantando da montanha. Outros te seguirão..."&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Saint Exupery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-391046198545478563?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/391046198545478563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=391046198545478563' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/391046198545478563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/391046198545478563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2010/09/os-teus-passos.html' title='Os teus passos...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/TIgF_jAy9nI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/NN7aY1RNykY/s72-c/passos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1653775334948315860</id><published>2010-09-06T20:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T20:45:53.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Cristo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxiMy3OokrQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gxiMy3OokrQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-1653775334948315860?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1653775334948315860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1653775334948315860' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1653775334948315860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1653775334948315860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2010/09/jesus-cristo.html' title='Jesus Cristo...'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4990859873255315829</id><published>2010-06-16T10:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T10:41:46.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Carpinteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial, serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: normal;  font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Times New Roman';color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title" style="color: rgb(204, 14, 0); font-size: 20px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.4em; margin-top: 0.25em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body" style="line-height: 1.6em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.75em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bYwRiXf5l4/TBKsPOiFr6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/y2NS7ihJpWc/s1600/casa+mad.jpg" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-bYwRiXf5l4/TBKsPOiFr6I/AAAAAAAAAtA/y2NS7ihJpWc/s400/casa+mad.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481633074062405538" style="border-top-width: 1px; border-right-width: 1px; border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-width: 1px; border-top-style: solid; border-right-style: solid; border-bottom-style: solid; border-left-style: solid; border-top-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-right-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-bottom-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); border-left-color: rgb(204, 204, 204); padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 4px; padding-bottom: 4px; padding-left: 4px; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;p   style="text-align: center;  font-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0E00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 76px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 22px; font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0E00;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Um velho carpinteiro que construía casas estava pronto para se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;aposentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Informou o chefe do seu desejo de sair da indústria de construção e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;passar mais tempo com a família. Ainda disse que sentiria falta do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;salário, mas realmente queria aposentar-se. A empresa não seria muito afectada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;pela saída do carpinteiro, mas o chefe estava triste por ver um bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;funcionário partindo e pediu ao carpinteiro para trabalhar em mais um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;projecto como um favor. O carpinteiro não gostou mas acabou concordando. E foi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;fácil ver que ele não estava entusiasmado com a ideia. Assim prosseguiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;fazendo um trabalho de segunda qualidade e usando materiais inadequados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Foi uma maneira negativa dele terminar a sua carreira. Quando o carpinteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;acabou, o chefe veio fazer a inspecção da casa construída.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Deu a chave ao carpinteiro e disse:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;"Essa é a sua casa. Ela é o meu presente para ti.".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;O carpinteiro ficou muito surpreso. Que pena! Se ele soubesse que estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;construindo a sua própria casa, teria feito tudo diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;(Desconheço autor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;O mesmo acontece connosco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Nós construímos a nossa vida, um dia de cada vez e muitas vezes fazendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;menos que o melhor possível na construção. Depois, com surpresa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;descobrimos que precisamos viver na casa que construímos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Se pudéssemos fazer tudo de novo, faríamos tudo diferente. Mas não podemos voltar atrás. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Tu és o carpinteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Todos os dias martelas pregos, ajustas tábuas e constróis paredes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Alguém já disse que "A vida é um projecto que tu mesmo constróis".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;As tuas atitudes e escolhas de hoje estão construindo a "casa" em que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;vais morar amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;Constrói com sabedoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;E lembra-te: Trabalha como se não precisasses do dinheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Ama como se nunca se tivesses magoado antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000066;"&gt;Dança &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span 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text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Hoje subi de novo o cimo desta montanha,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Porque há quase três anos atrás,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span 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style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia, serif; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-nasce.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;(aqui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New 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PCL...muitas!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;color:black;mso-fareast-language:PT"&gt;Neste dia que falei com o PCL, que o encontrei bem,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p 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id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ciclo&lt;/span&gt; que termina para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;outro&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;iniciar&lt;/span&gt;... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;após&lt;/span&gt; o tempo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;comum&lt;/span&gt; que culmina &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;com&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;solenidade&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Cristo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Rei&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;próximo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;domingo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;começa&lt;/span&gt; o tempo forte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;espectação&lt;/span&gt;, o tempo do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Advento&lt;/span&gt;, tempo de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;recolhimento&lt;/span&gt; e de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;preparação&lt;/span&gt; para a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;vinda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;iminente&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;esperado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;Rei&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;Israel&lt;/span&gt; que é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;nada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;menos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Rei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;quer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;reinar&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;intimo&lt;/span&gt; do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;humano&lt;/span&gt; onde procura &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;cada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;ano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;acolhimento&lt;/span&gt;... que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;este&lt;/span&gt; tempo forte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;seja&lt;/span&gt; de facto forte no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;sentido&lt;/span&gt; de que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;cada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;nós&lt;/span&gt; se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;prepara&lt;/span&gt; para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;dar&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;melhor&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;presentes&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Este&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Soberano&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Senhor&lt;/span&gt; que se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;apresenta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;humildemente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;como&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;recém-nascido&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;indefeso&lt;/span&gt;... que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;nosso&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;coração&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;seja&lt;/span&gt; o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;melhor&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;presépios&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;deste&lt;/span&gt; Natal &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;oferenda&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Cristo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Rei&lt;/span&gt; dos Reis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-8533307560248939354?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8533307560248939354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8533307560248939354' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8533307560248939354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8533307560248939354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-fim-esta-proximo.html' title='O fim està próximo...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2620572823994459949</id><published>2009-10-26T20:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T20:51:47.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em contraluz</title><content type='html'>Na lonjura destas paragens&lt;br /&gt;vou observando em contraluz&lt;br /&gt;quanta dor e sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;se esparge no ar de quem vai caminhando&lt;br /&gt;lado a lado, ombro a ombro&lt;br /&gt;neste indolente tormento&lt;br /&gt;de quem moureja o pao de cada dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mudam os rostos, mudam os ares&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre se observa o mesmo semblante&lt;br /&gt;carregado sofrido&lt;br /&gt;de qualquer ser humano... viandante&lt;br /&gt;buscando sempre no longinquo horizonte&lt;br /&gt;a mesma luz, o mesmo brilho de tempos idos&lt;br /&gt;passados ao redor de uma qualquer lareira&lt;br /&gt;no seu paiz distante...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2620572823994459949?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2620572823994459949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2620572823994459949' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2620572823994459949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2620572823994459949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/10/em-contraluz.html' title='Em contraluz'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1582420149068377447</id><published>2009-10-06T13:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T13:38:39.533+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em reflexao</title><content type='html'>Ja algum tempo que este cantinho se encontra encerrado... Por vezes e necessario parar reflectir e tomar decisoes... tem sido isso mesmo que esta a acontecer, encontro-me num periodo de reflexao, apos pedir um ano, ao meu bispo, para pensar sobre o que quero de verdade para mim cada dia que passa aumenta a indecisao... uns dias a vontade de retomar o ministerio assola-me outros a incapacidade de abandonar a actividade que agora desenvolvo arrasa-me... depois de um periodo em que tudo a minha volta pareciam sombras e escuridao hoje encontro-me a bem comigo mesmo num paiz distante do meu lar, estou junto de familiares na Suiça onde me tornei em algo que jamais julguei ser capaz de ser "Electricista" ou melhor ajudante de electricista... continuo a participar assiduamente na vida da comunidade em que vivo onde comecei a desempenhar o ministerio de leitor com alguma regularidade... sinto-me feliz mas por vezes julgo que poderia fazer melhor... a minha mae continua com uma restia de esperança que eu regresse a vida sacerdotal, ainda ha dias me dizia: "toda a gente diz que Deus te vai voltar a chamar", um coraçao de mae que nunca se cansa de esperar...&lt;br /&gt;De uma coisa tenho a certeza Ele tem estado sempre a meu lado e por isso O amo com todas as forças..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-1582420149068377447?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1582420149068377447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1582420149068377447' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1582420149068377447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1582420149068377447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/10/em-reflexao.html' title='Em reflexao'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6706707107195424833</id><published>2009-05-10T19:40:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:57:15.952+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - A chegada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/Sgcf8eFLw3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/0KwYDCJ2n4M/s1600-h/SANTUARIO_DE_FATIMA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267407371060082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/Sgcf8eFLw3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/0KwYDCJ2n4M/s400/SANTUARIO_DE_FATIMA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos peregrinos chegaram eram 10:30 da manhã!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momento de grande emoção povoou o coração de todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O caminho, as dores, tudo tinha ficado para trás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora era hora de estar nos braços da Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgcftBwLBzI/AAAAAAAAA1U/IL7R6WTvkpk/s1600-h/fatima+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267142068700978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgcftBwLBzI/AAAAAAAAA1U/IL7R6WTvkpk/s400/fatima+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi isso que fizeram!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momentos de oração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;junto de Maria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgcfpsrsxaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nQzaLursm8Q/s1600-h/fatima+3"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267084873188770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgcfpsrsxaI/AAAAAAAAA1M/nQzaLursm8Q/s400/fatima+3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e de Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este ano os nosso peregrinos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não vão ficar para as celebrações de 12 e 13 de Maio,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isso terminamos aqui a reportagem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de mais uma Peregrinação, aqui no Cimo da Montanha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuamos a rezar por todos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os que vão ainda a caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334267302158252962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/Sgcf2WIfu6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/lkbQFCFR8Ek/s400/fatima.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Avé, ó Mãe, Rainha do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a Mãe do amor formoso.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a Mãe de Jesus, fonte de toda a graça,&lt;br /&gt;O perfume de toda a virtude, o modelo de toda a pureza.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a alegria nas dores, a vitória no combate,&lt;br /&gt;A esperança na morte.&lt;br /&gt;Como é doce o vosso nome em nossos lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Como é harmonioso aos nossos ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;Como enche de gozo o nosso coração!&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a alegria dos que sofrem,&lt;br /&gt;A coroa dos mártires, a beleza das virgens.&lt;br /&gt;Depois deste desterro, nós vo-lo pedimos,&lt;br /&gt;Guiai-nos ao vosso Filho Jesus. Amén!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Paulo II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334269954441491810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgciQuqGNWI/AAAAAAAAA10/rDvERkkkX5g/s400/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Deixo-vos rosas, para que elas perpetuem &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;o doce perfume destes dias!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E..para o ano há mais, se Deus quiser!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6706707107195424833?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6706707107195424833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6706707107195424833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6706707107195424833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6706707107195424833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/05/peregrinacao-chegada.html' title='Peregrinação - A chegada!'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/Sgcf8eFLw3I/AAAAAAAAA1s/0KwYDCJ2n4M/s72-c/SANTUARIO_DE_FATIMA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6632948628124994167</id><published>2009-05-09T20:55:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:03:24.063+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - Mais perto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amigos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os nossos peregrinos, estão bem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A caminhada tem sido feita a bom ritmo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apesar do cansaço, o ânimo continua em grande forma!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333928631132287298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgXr1GPs8UI/AAAAAAAAA08/uch4WZSGFTM/s400/barracao.gif" border="0" /&gt;Hoje a paragem para almoço fez-se na localidade de Barracão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgXq_bSGmtI/AAAAAAAAA0s/W73N0MHFYFs/s1600-h/Chuva_-_Wlady.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333927709066566354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgXq_bSGmtI/AAAAAAAAA0s/W73N0MHFYFs/s400/Chuva_-_Wlady.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A chuvinha apareceu ao fim da tarde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas, nada de alarme que os nossos peregrinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estão habituados!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333927786669318034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 311px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgXrD8YCn5I/AAAAAAAAA00/3vudiM7GPLU/s400/Caranguejeira.gif" border="0" /&gt; E, hoje vão passar a noite em Caranguejeira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já bem pertinho de Fátima!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje deixo-vos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma lenda da Caranguejeira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os Olhos de Água da Caranguejeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Era uma vez...andava um lavrador agarrado à rabiça do seu arado lavrando a terra que lhe havia de dar o pão. Ele era um bom homem, trabalhador, honrado e muito temente a Deus. Dia de sol tórrido que tudo abrasava e secava a língua das gentes e dos animais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os bois, puxando o arado numa andadura pachorrenta, estavam sedentos pois a lavra já se prolongava por várias horas. Para os dessedentar o lavrador, sequioso também, levou os bois a um charco que lá havia perto e já com pouca água, por a nascente haver secado.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta era a sede e a pressa de a mitigar que o lavrador não desaparelhou o gado, e os bois na impaciência da sua secura, avançaram mais e mais, pelo charco até que, às tantas, perdendo o pé, começaram a desaparecer nas areias movediças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bom lavrador, impotente na sua infelicidade, nada podendo fazer para valer aos seus bois, que eram a sua riqueza, implorou a graça divina.&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo foi em vão. Os bois e o arado desapareceram sem deixar rasto.&lt;br /&gt;Mais empobrecido de bens, mas mais rico de coragem, o lavrador empunha a enxada e com ela revolve a terra que já não pode arar.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, alguns dias depois, não muitos, com extrema surpresa do lavrador, os bois, ainda aparelhados no seu arado, emergem de um outro charco, também de pouca água e não muito distante daquele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sua passagem pelo interior da terra os bois desentupiram as nascentes dos dois charcos que, a partir daí, se transformaram em “Dois Olhos de Água”.&lt;br /&gt;O povo da terra deu a um o nome de “Olho do Vale Sobreiro” e ao outro “Olho da Fonte”. E os charcos nunca mais secaram."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In, Anais do Município de Leiria de João Cabral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333931672450756802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgXumICh8MI/AAAAAAAAA1E/8noJ26o-VdU/s400/fatima340x240.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, será então a chegada dos nossos peregrinos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Estaremos aqui a acompanha-los,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nesses momentos que são sempre &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;de fortes emoções!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgXf1IiYs6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/lK0XV2z2MQ8/s1600-h/rainha_paz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333915437607990178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgXf1IiYs6I/AAAAAAAAA0k/lK0XV2z2MQ8/s400/rainha_paz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mãe de Deus e nossa Mãe, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maria, Rainha da Paz! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Viestes até aqui para conduzir-nos a Deus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alcançai-nos dEle a graça de podermos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não apenas dizer: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Faça-se em mim segundo a Vossa palavra!", &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas também poder vivê-la como Vós o fizestes. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em vossas mãos colocamos as nossas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para que, no meio de todas as dificuldades e misérias, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;possais conduzir-nos a Jesus. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por Cristo, nosso Senhor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6632948628124994167?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6632948628124994167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6632948628124994167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6632948628124994167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6632948628124994167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/05/peregrinacao-mais-perto.html' title='Peregrinação - Mais perto!'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgXr1GPs8UI/AAAAAAAAA08/uch4WZSGFTM/s72-c/barracao.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6916081917426557054</id><published>2009-05-08T22:54:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T00:23:26.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - Peregrinos localizados!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amigos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já encontrei os nosso peregrinos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estavam muito bem!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ontem perdemos o contacto, porque o PCL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ficou sem bateria no telemóvel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E houve por aqui uma pequena desorientação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ontem, pernoitaram não em Pombal, mas sim em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSsG5zj-FI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zM1D_5Da8AQ/s1600-h/mapa3104.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333577093309790290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 272px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSsG5zj-FI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zM1D_5Da8AQ/s400/mapa3104.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSrioR9SDI/AAAAAAAAAz8/l2_f5jTRhtU/s1600-h/vila+nova+de+poiares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333576470130149426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSrioR9SDI/AAAAAAAAAz8/l2_f5jTRhtU/s400/vila+nova+de+poiares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vila Nova de Poiares!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSq-sjU1TI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2k6DfHYYjyY/s1600-h/coimbra+%C3%A0+noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333575852801447218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSq-sjU1TI/AAAAAAAAAz0/2k6DfHYYjyY/s400/coimbra+%C3%A0+noite.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passaram em Coimbra, ainda era noite,&lt;br /&gt;e puderam desfrutar da beleza daquela cidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSqseC-MxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/bRXt2LWXfak/s1600-h/queima+fitas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333575539670004498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSqseC-MxI/AAAAAAAAAzs/bRXt2LWXfak/s400/queima+fitas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia-se ainda os sons e os ritmos&lt;br /&gt;de mais uma noite da queima das fitas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSqmY-hdmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7t73Cdsyiz8/s1600-h/casa+da+julia+restaurante.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333575435229951586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSqmY-hdmI/AAAAAAAAAzk/7t73Cdsyiz8/s400/casa+da+julia+restaurante.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E hoje o almoço foi neste Restaurante&lt;br /&gt;- A CASA DA JÚLIA, -&lt;br /&gt;onde puderam retemperar forças,&lt;br /&gt;para mais uma etapa do caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSqhkdenqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/XwtMGFOmfjU/s1600-h/bombeirospombal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333575352413232802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSqhkdenqI/AAAAAAAAAzc/XwtMGFOmfjU/s400/bombeirospombal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje sim! Vão dormir em Pombal,&lt;br /&gt;no quartel dos Bombeiros!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586529194918418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgS0sJN4whI/AAAAAAAAA0c/24GWq6k_emE/s400/amigos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestas andanças, é sempre bom poder contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com os AMIGOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim aqui fica o agradecimento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AO ANTÓNIO e ao TEODÓRO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que gentilemente empretaram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os seus carros ao PCL, para que o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;transporte de peregrinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos fins de etapa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;até aos pontos de dormida &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se possam fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333582983336770162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSxdv3bOnI/AAAAAAAAA0M/SPuOYXk3H08/s400/peregrinos.jpg" border="0" /&gt; E quem são os nossos peregrinos???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Armandina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Fátima Baptista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Fátima Almeida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Paula Carpinteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Afonso Eiras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Flávio Dias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(O enfermeiro que trata da saúde &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a esta gente!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Amália Pacheco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(que se juntou ao grupo no alto dos Pereiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- e o nosso PCL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Então menina Cristina de Sequeiros...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ainda não foi este ano??? Malandreca!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ano passado a marcar a passagem ahahah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como &lt;a href="http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/05/peregrinao-5-dia.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AQUI &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;esta documentado)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;O PCL queixou-se da Cruz Vermelha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que só deu apoio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos três primeiros dias...&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta madrugada vão partir também em peregrinação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dois amigos meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inseridos no grupo de peregrinos de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Castelo Branco, são eles o José Pio e a Ju, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que já o ano passado se encontraram com o PCL,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como podem verificar &lt;a href="http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/05/peregrinao-8-dia-dia-2-em-ftima.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AQUI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Para acompanhar os peregrinos de Castelo Branco:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333586045129020482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgS0P97lVEI/AAAAAAAAA0U/XgOfxlX06hI/s400/cvp+castelo+branco" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A sede nacional já disponibilizou o mapa de postos de apoio aos peregrinos da zona Norte-Centro. Como já vem sendo hábito, a delegação de Castelo Branco encontrar-se-á em Sobreira Formosa, Proença-a-Nova e Cernache do Bonjardim com a sua equipa de voluntários."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Informação e foto retirada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://cvp-castelobranco.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D'AQUI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A chegada a Fátima &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poderá ocorrer já amanhã...ou Domingo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Voltem que nós voltaremos também!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSqWzIGUyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/SGJLfezbMro/s1600-h/virgem+m%C2%AA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333575167371531042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSqWzIGUyI/AAAAAAAAAzU/SGJLfezbMro/s400/virgem+m%C2%AA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria, mãe de bondade e de amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;espírito superior iluminado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo saber e pelo sentimento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;intercedei por nós junto ao teu Divino filho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e, aliviai-nos de toda dor e sofrimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fortalece nosso espírito,ó Senhora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com os fluidos energéticos do teu amor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dai-nos a tua paz, e, nos acalma a alma,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fazei de nós, instrumentos de luz e de amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mãe do Divino Mestre, e nossa mãe querida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aos teus cuidados, entregamos nossas vidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tornai-nos puros como as crianças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maria, raínha do céu, porta de nossas esperanças.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mãe de Jesus, cuida de toda humanidade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos teus filhos doentes do corpo e da alma,e, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;daqueles que ainda não vêem a Luz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assistí-os, ó Mãe , por caridade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mostrai-lhes o teu Filho Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ó , Mãe de misericórdia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acolhei aos teus filhos que sofrem e choram,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;acalentai os que padecem por dores físicas e morais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que eles possam, quando partirem dessa Terra,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;habitar tua morada celestial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que assim seja!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6916081917426557054?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6916081917426557054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6916081917426557054' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6916081917426557054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6916081917426557054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/05/peregrinacao-peregrinos-localizados.html' title='Peregrinação - Peregrinos localizados!'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgSsG5zj-FI/AAAAAAAAA0E/zM1D_5Da8AQ/s72-c/mapa3104.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2706955928956733836</id><published>2009-05-07T23:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T23:24:13.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - Em busca dos peregrinos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgNdHjP3qbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2ESEz3g9I1s/s1600-h/plcas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333208768039070130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgNdHjP3qbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2ESEz3g9I1s/s400/plcas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amigos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje "perdi" os peregrinos...mas pelas minhas contas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;devem estar a estas horas em Pombal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuemos a acompanha-los e a rezar por eles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333209972525992594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgNeNqT7ipI/AAAAAAAAAzM/x66cqM8VtWY/s400/maria.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Santa Maria, Mãe de Deus,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu ofereceste ao mundo a verdadeira Luz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus Cristo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela tua obediência ao Pai e pela graça do Espírito Santo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tu nos deste a fonte da nossa reconciliação e da nossa justiça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus Cristo, nossa paz e nossa alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mãe de ternura e de sabedoria, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mostra-nos Jesus, teu Filho e Filho de Deus,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ilumina o nosso caminho de conversão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que Jesus faça brilhar em nós a sua Glória&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em todos os âmbitos da nossa vida pessoal, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;familiar e social.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mãe, cheia de Misericórdia e de Justiça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela tua docilidade ao Espírito Consolador,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;concede-nos a graça de sermos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;testemunhas do Senhor Ressuscitado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que sejamos cada vez mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sal da terra e luz do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mãe do Perpétuo Socorro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rainha da Paz, rogai por nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2706955928956733836?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2706955928956733836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2706955928956733836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2706955928956733836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2706955928956733836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/05/peregrinacao-em-busca-dos-peregrinos.html' title='Peregrinação - Em busca dos peregrinos!'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgNdHjP3qbI/AAAAAAAAAzE/2ESEz3g9I1s/s72-c/plcas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6519482003991949006</id><published>2009-05-06T21:34:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T06:14:06.588+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - ANO III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amigos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já sei que cheguei um pouco atrasada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas ainda a tempo de acompanhar os últimos dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dos nossos peregrinos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estão prontos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Então vamos lá!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332812643119980786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH02C7g4PI/AAAAAAAAAy8/RiwBl67yQmY/s400/fozcoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este ano o grupo dos peregrinos é composto por &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oito elementos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(oportunamente direi quem são eles...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Iniciaram a peregrinação no passado Domingo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Partiram de Vila Nova de Foz Côa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH0wp0wlBI/AAAAAAAAAy0/pJNLJKu2zNo/s1600-h/trancoso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332812550481417234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH0wp0wlBI/AAAAAAAAAy0/pJNLJKu2zNo/s400/trancoso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E, pernoitaram em Trancoso.&lt;br /&gt;De onde partiram para ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH0qzjAOiI/AAAAAAAAAys/u4ET5t5TQBM/s1600-h/Gouveia%2B15_%2BVerg%25C3%25ADlio%2BFerreira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332812450012084770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH0qzjAOiI/AAAAAAAAAys/u4ET5t5TQBM/s400/Gouveia%2B15_%2BVerg%25C3%25ADlio%2BFerreira.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gouveia!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a correr dentro da normalidade,&lt;br /&gt;e hoje o destino foi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH0l8d77dI/AAAAAAAAAyk/LG09Gm22jTg/s1600-h/mucela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332812366507404754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH0l8d77dI/AAAAAAAAAyk/LG09Gm22jTg/s400/mucela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mucela!&lt;br /&gt;Amanha, mais um pouco do caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH0hblIXFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/1wSExnVz1lM/s1600-h/VirgemMaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332812288959732818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH0hblIXFI/AAAAAAAAAyc/1wSExnVz1lM/s400/VirgemMaria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Oh! Divina Mãe&lt;br /&gt;Ajudai-nos para que possamos ser tão ternos como Vós.&lt;br /&gt;Inspirai-nos para que nos tornemos tão sábios como Vós.&lt;br /&gt;Que a vossa compreensão nos atinja e conosco permaneça.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o amor que dedicastes ao vosso Filho &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos cubra como um grande manto rosa, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;estimulando em nós esse mesmo amor para com nossos irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;Que a força por Vós demonstrada ante a Cruz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nos ajude a suportar e vencer as vicissitudes da vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o vosso grande poder de cura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;se derrame sobre a humanidade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;através de vossos Anjos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;eliminando as doenças, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;corrigindo defeitos físicos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;afastando males mentais.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o imenso carinho e a ilimitada doçura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;de vosso coração se irradiem para todo o planeta, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;atingindo os corações de todos os homens, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;governantes e governados, para que todos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;inebriados por essa ternura, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;abandonem qualquer belicosidade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;abracem-se e a Paz reine soberana sobre a terra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Profundamente agradecidos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;colocamo-nos sob vossa total proteção e, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim como a mãe abraça seus filhos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;assim também nos vemos, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a nós e a toda a humanidade, por Vós abraçados."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Desconheço autor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6519482003991949006?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6519482003991949006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6519482003991949006' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6519482003991949006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6519482003991949006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/05/peregrinacao-ano-iii.html' title='Peregrinação - ANO III'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SgH02C7g4PI/AAAAAAAAAy8/RiwBl67yQmY/s72-c/fozcoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4394325349885127373</id><published>2009-01-10T15:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:17:46.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apesar do frio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SWit0ZdTpRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_JM7OVDr_SI/s1600-h/Passeios+192.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289668878045259026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SWit0ZdTpRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_JM7OVDr_SI/s320/Passeios+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apesar do frio não existe espectáculo mais belo na natureza...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289667550941599330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SWisnJnI1mI/AAAAAAAAAtI/ESLZMzsJGtM/s320/Passeios+178.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4394325349885127373?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4394325349885127373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4394325349885127373' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4394325349885127373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4394325349885127373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2009/01/apesar-do-frio.html' title='Apesar do frio...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SWit0ZdTpRI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/_JM7OVDr_SI/s72-c/Passeios+192.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2427275823903923801</id><published>2008-12-28T22:18:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:58:11.898+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ano novo, vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SVfv_RcwqKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/gsagoHCJb6o/s1600-h/CIMG1016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284956558037395618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SVfv_RcwqKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/gsagoHCJb6o/s320/CIMG1016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cada ano que termina restam marcas que de forma indelével tingem de diferentes matizes um percurso na história de cada um de nós, compete, por isso, a cada um no culminar deste ano de 2008 guardar do passado recente aquilo que o ajuda na caminhada que se avizinha no novo ano e procurar agradecer tudo o que de menos bom aconteceu no ano que finda pela experiência vivenciada e por tudo o que para cada um representou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A todos quantos me visitam e que constam na lista dos meus amigos deixo votos sinceros de um 2009 repleto de sucessos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2427275823903923801?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2427275823903923801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2427275823903923801' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2427275823903923801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2427275823903923801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/12/ano-novo-vida.html' title='Ano novo, vida...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SVfv_RcwqKI/AAAAAAAAAtA/gsagoHCJb6o/s72-c/CIMG1016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4016912562418644279</id><published>2008-12-09T18:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:51:37.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É por vezes necessário cair na realidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas vezes falta-nos a coragem para arriscarmos, por isto ou por aquilo, lá vamos arranjando desculpas para mantermos a rotina que não nos faz felizes. Primeiro dizemos que é por causa dos estudos, depois é por causa da família, depois dizemos que não é o timing certo e depois dizemos que estamos velhos e cansados para mudar… Conhecemos alguns exemplos disto, não conhecemos? E assim nos acomodamos… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(In Vera Xavier)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não hà maior cego que aquele que se recusa a ver, muito embora tenhamos a verdade à frente dos olhos por vezes teimamos em fechá-los e não ver...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4016912562418644279?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4016912562418644279/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4016912562418644279' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4016912562418644279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4016912562418644279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/12/por-vezes-necessrio-cair-na-realidade.html' title='É por vezes necessário cair na realidade...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4097718184749369639</id><published>2008-12-08T12:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:31:51.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O caminho faz-se caminhando</title><content type='html'>Muito frequentemente receamos mudanças, parece que mudar de rumo é complicado e limitamo-nos a viver acomodados às situações que nos rodeiam coarctando o nosso próprio desenvolvimento como pessoas e como homens. Como o título deste post diz&lt;strong&gt; o caminhando faz-se caminhando&lt;/strong&gt;, pois bem, estaria eu longe de imaginar que decorridos 2 meses e 18 dias a minha posição na empresa em que me encontro sofresse alterações no sentido positivo, sou oficialmente e a partir de hoje responsável por 6 comerciais da área dos seguros a quem foi entregue um vasto território do distrito de Bragança. E porque ELE está comigo para onde quer que me dirija sei que vou continuar o caminho iniciado com a Sua força.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4097718184749369639?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4097718184749369639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4097718184749369639' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4097718184749369639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4097718184749369639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-caminho-faz-se-caminhando.html' title='O caminho faz-se caminhando'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3927792451284089346</id><published>2008-12-02T02:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:12:34.592+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novamente por cá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/STSLeS3cP7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/-hawh-rMssg/s1600-h/images[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274994416134406066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/STSLeS3cP7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/-hawh-rMssg/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novamente por cá e para informar que de novo me encontro a preparar mais uma peregrinação, desta feita uma caminhada um pouco mais intimista, a 1ª em que o único caminheiro ou peregrino sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Isso mesmo creio que já adivinharam... a cova da iria e a MÂE esperam de novo por mim, já só faltam 12 dias para a partida. Será uma experiência em que a sós comigo proprio buscarei no mais fundo de mim mesmo a razão para esta nova etapa da minha vida, sei que ELE estará comigo a caminho porque jamais me deixou só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-3927792451284089346?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3927792451284089346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3927792451284089346' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3927792451284089346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3927792451284089346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/12/novamente-por-c.html' title='Novamente por cá'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/STSLeS3cP7I/AAAAAAAAAs4/-hawh-rMssg/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-359015204246570710</id><published>2008-10-01T21:41:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T21:59:22.242+02:00</updated><title type='text'>É quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SOPWkbTM_uI/AAAAAAAAAe0/cC8KkAGIGMg/s1600-h/pordosol6p[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252277511736065762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SOPWkbTM_uI/AAAAAAAAAe0/cC8KkAGIGMg/s320/pordosol6p%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É quando o sol se esconde e a lua&lt;br /&gt;Envergonhada aparece&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite se insinua&lt;br /&gt;E o dia se esquece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os corações&lt;br /&gt;Batem vertiginosamente&lt;br /&gt;Embalados num mar de emoções&lt;br /&gt;E sussurram suavemente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras melodiosas&lt;br /&gt;Perdendo-se embevecidos&lt;br /&gt;Nas paixões de canções maviosas&lt;br /&gt;Deixando-se levar enlouquecidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na força dos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Ao amor verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;E sem lamentos…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-359015204246570710?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/359015204246570710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=359015204246570710' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/359015204246570710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/359015204246570710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando.html' title='É quando...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SOPWkbTM_uI/AAAAAAAAAe0/cC8KkAGIGMg/s72-c/pordosol6p%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2907344150613897148</id><published>2008-10-01T00:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T00:45:47.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A VIDA É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SOKrrX4gWZI/AAAAAAAAAes/Pchf-Pb9vT0/s1600-h/117149141042ln2d[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251948877101160850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SOKrrX4gWZI/AAAAAAAAAes/Pchf-Pb9vT0/s320/117149141042ln2d%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A nossa vida é...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;um livro com páginas em branco &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;para podermos nele escrever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;em cada dia que passa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2907344150613897148?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2907344150613897148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2907344150613897148' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2907344150613897148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2907344150613897148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/10/vida.html' title='A VIDA É...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SOKrrX4gWZI/AAAAAAAAAes/Pchf-Pb9vT0/s72-c/117149141042ln2d%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-7813959467364393720</id><published>2008-09-14T23:27:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T17:59:17.647+02:00</updated><title type='text'>É pelo sonho... que vamos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SM2F7FSuruI/AAAAAAAAAek/F9YQ2LvpveU/s1600-h/images[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245996391036006114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SM2F7FSuruI/AAAAAAAAAek/F9YQ2LvpveU/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andando sempre em frente&lt;br /&gt;Não esquecendo o passado&lt;br /&gt;Amando com intensidade o presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rasgando caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Iniciando novos projectos&lt;br /&gt;Traçando rumos novos, tentando&lt;br /&gt;Alcançar metas novas de um sonho sempre novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revelando na escuridão de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Empoeirado pela acumulação de&lt;br /&gt;Memórias de um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Enriquecido com novas emoções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixando para trás no silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ilusões de vivências que deixam màguas sem&lt;br /&gt;Ódio&lt;br /&gt;Somente um tempo que deve ser recordado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentalizado de que o futuro é o&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã que hoje se constrói&lt;br /&gt;Mostrando que o passado&lt;br /&gt;Esteve sempre presente&lt;br /&gt;Diante dos nossos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Embora na neblina dos dias se não divisasse &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/296443820493044406-7813959467364393720?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/7813959467364393720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=7813959467364393720' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7813959467364393720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7813959467364393720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/09/pelo-sonho-que-vamos.html' title='É pelo sonho... que vamos...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SM2F7FSuruI/AAAAAAAAAek/F9YQ2LvpveU/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2032056323860279647</id><published>2008-09-11T20:17:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T20:26:51.335+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SMliUq91TWI/AAAAAAAAAec/jIEy5CuZnmA/s1600-h/CIMG0849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244831348320193890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SMliUq91TWI/AAAAAAAAAec/jIEy5CuZnmA/s320/CIMG0849.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A terra da felicidade, um espaço tão ansiado e tão procurado... é para lá que eu vou... é para lá que eu vou... voando nas asas de um sonho que me faz sentir bem comigo próprio....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2032056323860279647?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2032056323860279647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2032056323860279647' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2032056323860279647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2032056323860279647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/09/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SMliUq91TWI/AAAAAAAAAec/jIEy5CuZnmA/s72-c/CIMG0849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1326316596252226576</id><published>2008-09-09T23:50:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T00:01:18.670+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomeço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SMbxm6J53RI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VOf0x5jdyKU/s1600-h/CIMG1027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244144466867641618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SMbxm6J53RI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VOf0x5jdyKU/s320/CIMG1027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Fotografia tirada a 12 de Julho de 2008 por mim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de cada entardecer vem um amanhecer radiante aguardo com ansiedade esse amanhecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, depois de algum tempo de paragem, regresso para dar noticias de mim e do que fazer deste espaço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tinha vontade de dizer muitas coisas mas por hoje digo simplesmente que estou de volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-1326316596252226576?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1326316596252226576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1326316596252226576' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1326316596252226576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1326316596252226576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/09/recomeo.html' title='Recomeço'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SMbxm6J53RI/AAAAAAAAAeU/VOf0x5jdyKU/s72-c/CIMG1027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4619884587283272198</id><published>2008-06-17T22:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:17.212+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinos novamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eis que era chegado o momento ansiado por todos, de novo as emoções à flôr da pele, o reviver de dias felizes passados na companhia uns dos outros evocação de memórias de passagens a caminho de Fátima.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212948621233496658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SFgdJtD8IlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/T7hIJjhqOCA/s320/fotos+15+de+junho+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Foz do Sabor foi o palco do reencontro pelas 11:00 h já começavam a chegar os primeiros peregrinos com a lancheira pronta para a partilha de farneis, espalharam-se as iguarias pelas mesas e começou a festa em redor dos mais saborosos acepipes e dos manjares suculentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4619884587283272198?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4619884587283272198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4619884587283272198' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4619884587283272198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4619884587283272198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/06/peregrinos-novamente.html' title='Peregrinos novamente'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SFgdJtD8IlI/AAAAAAAAAeM/T7hIJjhqOCA/s72-c/fotos+15+de+junho+120.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-5844398115588196172</id><published>2008-05-13T21:19:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:20.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - 8º Dia - dia 3 em Fátima - Final</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Treze de Maio de 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn4A_Um_BI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-17Km_eTZ-k/s1600-h/fatima+a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199959940657511442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn4A_Um_BI/AAAAAAAAAhM/-17Km_eTZ-k/s320/fatima+a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como é habitual o recinto do Santuário&lt;br /&gt;encheu para a Celebração de mais um Treze de Maio...&lt;br /&gt;mais um, mas sempre um novo!&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma diferente de viver cada um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn3n_Um_AI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NMniILMn1ro/s1600-h/FÃ¡tima+aa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199959511160781826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn3n_Um_AI/AAAAAAAAAhE/NMniILMn1ro/s320/F%C3%A1tima+aa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estive com essa multidão,&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhando-vos,&lt;br /&gt;Rezando convosco,&lt;br /&gt;E acompanhando pela rádio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199944564674591538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnqB_Um-zI/AAAAAAAAAfc/MmQnZ5jkYy0/s320/maria+jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos muito fortes,&lt;br /&gt;De muito sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Muita emoção,&lt;br /&gt;Em que todos os corações se juntam,&lt;br /&gt;Entregando à Mãe e a Cristo,&lt;br /&gt;A VIDA em Oração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199945926179224386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="303" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnrRPUm-0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/ZRxURdywp3o/s320/mundo+cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" width="247" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos estes corações juntaram-se,&lt;br /&gt;Para orar também pelo Mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Nos rostos desfigurados,&lt;br /&gt;Carenciados, desprotegidos.,&lt;br /&gt;Dos nossos irmãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn29fUm-_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/957VWdxsxkM/s1600-h/china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199958781016341490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn29fUm-_I/AAAAAAAAAg8/957VWdxsxkM/s320/china.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia e em Oração foram lembrados os povos da Ásia,&lt;br /&gt;Oprimidos na LIBERDADE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn2u_Um--I/AAAAAAAAAg0/R9ZkxyA0IuI/s1600-h/myanm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199958531908238306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="212" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn2u_Um--I/AAAAAAAAAg0/R9ZkxyA0IuI/s320/myanm.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E A &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;China &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Myamar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vítimas de catástrofes naturais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn2APUm-8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/KzAEvsCsiUA/s1600-h/darfur+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199957728749353922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn2APUm-8I/AAAAAAAAAgk/KzAEvsCsiUA/s320/darfur%2B3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi lembrado o povo martirizado de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Darfur,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;E o genocídio de que é vítima&lt;br /&gt;Desde 2003...&lt;br /&gt;O Ofertório deste dia,&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma oferta do Santuário,&lt;br /&gt;Chegará ao Povo de Darfur,&lt;br /&gt;Através da - Cáritas -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199960043736726562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn4G_Um_CI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Us7W8e9rMyI/s320/FATIMA+13+5+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"D. António Marto, Bispo de Leiria-Fátima, apelou hoje a uma maior colaboração entre a Europa e a África, para combater situações de pobreza e exclusão."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn15vUm-7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/mzVwu-qHRSY/s1600-h/africa5.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199957617080204210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn15vUm-7I/AAAAAAAAAgc/mzVwu-qHRSY/s320/africa5.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"É a Senhora e Mãe universal que hoje nos faz ouvir aqui o seu grito de dor e de amor pelos irmãos da África e dirige à Europa este grito: Europa, ama a África, tua irmã! Europa, partilha da tua riqueza, da tua abundância, com a África, tua irmã pobre”, disse no final da celebração do 13 de Maio, no Santuário. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda durante este momento em que os peregrinos foram exortados à solidariedade, o comentador da celebração explicou a importância do gesto solidário: "Neste ofertório, ressoa o apelo de Deus à nossa generosidade. Damos do que já nos foi dado pelo Dador de todos os bens. A África é o nosso continente mais vizinho. Muitos países adoptaram como idioma oficial uma língua que lhes foi levada pela Europa. As nossas relações de proximidade são uma honra; são uma ocasião de comunhão recíproca; são também uma missão, uma responsabilidade histórica, que a Providência nos confia, à África e a nós. Este ofertório ficará para todos como um apelo e uma advertência. A Europa deve amar a África, como um irmão deve amar o seu irmão".&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto decorria o ofertório, um grupo de irmãs africanas e timorenses aproximava-se do altar central. No patamar central da escadaria, as irmãos cantavam e dançavam a dança africana "Tambúla a gana", onde se canta "Tomai, Senhor, o nosso pão e tudo o que temos: o nosso vinho, a nossa vida, o mundo inteiro, todos os nossos problemas, a nossa igreja, as nossas famílias, os nossos sofrimentos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fonte - Eclésia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnxsvUm-6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/EAF0K7dVFkY/s1600-h/paz+-+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199952995695393698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnxsvUm-6I/AAAAAAAAAgU/EAF0K7dVFkY/s320/paz+-+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um forte apelo á PAZ NO MUNDO!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é PAZ o que o mundo mais necessita!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnwZvUm-5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/uj2O6tQxuYk/s1600-h/ROSA+PURA+BRANCA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199951569766251410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnwZvUm-5I/AAAAAAAAAgM/uj2O6tQxuYk/s320/ROSA%2BPURA%2BBRANCA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Louvor em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;é sem dúvida um momento grande!&lt;br /&gt;Que chega inteirinho!!&lt;br /&gt;A multidão em silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Algo que nos preenche profundamente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCntIfUm-4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/60fCohL2qV0/s1600-h/Fatyima+Adeus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199947974878624642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="165" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCntIfUm-4I/AAAAAAAAAgE/60fCohL2qV0/s320/Fatyima+Adeus.jpg" width="345" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com o ADEUS...&lt;br /&gt;Momento de muitas lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;e de emoções no auge...&lt;br /&gt;Encerrou-se as Celebrações&lt;br /&gt;Da Peregrinação!&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tempo de voltar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ficam as nossas e as preces do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nas Mãos da Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnsJ_Um-3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/5e9vxxbHC1Y/s1600-h/reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199946901136800626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnsJ_Um-3I/AAAAAAAAAf8/5e9vxxbHC1Y/s320/reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg" width="242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também termino aqui a peregrinação,&lt;br /&gt;Já arrumei a casa, reguei as flores,&lt;br /&gt;Coloquei flores novinhas nas jarras,&lt;br /&gt;Arejei a casa, e até já fiz as malas...&lt;br /&gt;Preparo-me para também eu regressar,&lt;br /&gt;E descer a Montanha...&lt;br /&gt;Muito trabalhinho me espera!!!&lt;br /&gt;Adorei estes dias com vocês todos,&lt;br /&gt;Admiro a vossa força&lt;br /&gt;E a vossa Fé!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pcl, meu bom Amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a pensar que este ano&lt;br /&gt;não ia Ter tempo para a Peregrinação,&lt;br /&gt;mas Graças a Deus, o tempo lá se arranjou!&lt;br /&gt;Já sabes que adorei fazer mais um ano&lt;br /&gt;da reportagem diária&lt;br /&gt;da Peregrinação, de coração!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez obrigado pela confiança,&lt;br /&gt;Pela amizade!&lt;br /&gt;Espero estar sempre á altura,&lt;br /&gt;E bem sabes que a tens a minha Amizade!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que nunca te abandono!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por falar em amizade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois, ontem tinha-vos dito&lt;br /&gt;que alguém queria encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o Pcl...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois e o encontro aconteceu mesmo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnsA_Um-2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/w46NHMeJmQE/s1600-h/teresinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199946746517977954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnsA_Um-2I/AAAAAAAAAf0/w46NHMeJmQE/s320/teresinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a Teresinha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que podem visitar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gostardeviver.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aqui, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;ela também é minha Amiga, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;é bom ser ponte!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Fiquei muito feliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;com o encontro!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnrt_Um-1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Cjs34NZ-Oew/s1600-h/pegadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199946420100463442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnrt_Um-1I/AAAAAAAAAfs/Cjs34NZ-Oew/s320/pegadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou indo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, claro que isto não é um Adeus,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu já sou da casa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199963737408601138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCn7d_Um_DI/AAAAAAAAAhc/ETLyR5s4rrc/s320/Aki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora é tempo de voltar&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eu-estou-aki.blogspot.com/"&gt;CASITA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Apareçam serão sempre bem vindos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que para o ano haja mais!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199944465890343714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCnp8PUm-yI/AAAAAAAAAfU/tnPBmGmWda4/s320/rosas+vermelhas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br 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type='text'>Peregrinação - 8º Dia - dia 2 em Fátima</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199582125269383954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCigZPUm-xI/AAAAAAAAAfM/SX9m9BFIsEA/s320/process4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCibNfUm-rI/AAAAAAAAAec/2jws5cfQA7w/s1600-h/shoping+fatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199576425847782066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCibNfUm-rI/AAAAAAAAAec/2jws5cfQA7w/s320/shoping+fatima.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pelas 13:50 fui encontrar o Pcl &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e os peregrinos, os restantes (17)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no Shopping de Fátima, a tomar um cafézinho!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiahvUm-qI/AAAAAAAAAeU/H0syWg44NKI/s1600-h/viasacre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199575674228505250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiahvUm-qI/AAAAAAAAAeU/H0syWg44NKI/s320/viasacre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contava-me que já tinham participado na Via Sacra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Incluindo ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Marotoooooo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda viajou ontem para Fátima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiZ4fUm-pI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sUGwF6fO1pY/s1600-h/relog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199574965558901394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiZ4fUm-pI/AAAAAAAAAeM/sUGwF6fO1pY/s320/relog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Chegou já passava das 2 horas da manhã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e esperavam-no o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Paulinho e a Ana Rita!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pelas 16:10....&lt;br /&gt;novo contacto...que se passava???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiZJPUm-oI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eblDM5V7B-A/s1600-h/aperto%20de%20mao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199574153810082434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="219" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiZJPUm-oI/AAAAAAAAAeE/eblDM5V7B-A/s320/aperto%2520de%2520mao.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O Pcl tinha encontrado o meu amigo - José Pio - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Claro que não por acaso...ahah!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um repórter tem que pensar em tudo!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Grupo de Castelo Branco tinha chegado bem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e o encontro entre a Beira Baixa e Trás os Montes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aconteceu!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pelo ritmo do telefonema, penso que foi o máximooo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Hoje...alguém faz anos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;já me tinha lembrado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do ano passado, e até já tinha perguntado ao Pcl,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se ela estava por lá....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simmmmm!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Armandina fez anitossss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiYqvUm-mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lq2rn_2xSNY/s1600-h/rosas+rosa+clarinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199573629824072290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="199" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiYqvUm-mI/AAAAAAAAAd0/lq2rn_2xSNY/s320/rosas+rosa+clarinho.jpg" width="255" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqui te deixo estas rosas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;só um pouquinho mais de perfume&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para perfumar este dia magnifíco!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sejas feliz sempre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que para o ano cá estejamos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todos novamente!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199573750083156594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiYxvUm-nI/AAAAAAAAAd8/f-1ZrcNJFKM/s320/beijinhos.gif" border="0" /&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199581712952523474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCigBPUm-tI/AAAAAAAAAes/ttBlOtx9TcY/s320/prociss%C3%A3o+velas+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;E a noite da Procissão das velas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;momentos únicos de Oração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de amor, de entrega!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199581871866313442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCigKfUm-uI/AAAAAAAAAe0/qs_6hy0mTrQ/s320/prociss%C3%A3o+das+velas+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E...Fátima transforma-se num manto de luz!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Neste dia e como já é habitual,&lt;br /&gt;vou deixar-vos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiXyPUm-lI/AAAAAAAAAds/jwfFhrxEe1E/s1600-h/elenco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199572659161463378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiXyPUm-lI/AAAAAAAAAds/jwfFhrxEe1E/s320/elenco.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Da Peregrinação: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pcl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Nelo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Eduardo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- José Jorge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Alexandre Monteiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Helder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Luis Pedro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- José Augusto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cláudia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mariazinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sãozinha (desistente)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fernanda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Armandina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lucília&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Lénia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Constança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Idalina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Milú&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Maria Faia&lt;br /&gt;- Carla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Avó Rita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ana Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ana Rita&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Rosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fátima Gaspar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Fátima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cândida Mariano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Cândida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sandra -desistiu no SR das Almas, onde entrou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Amélia (retomando o percurso do ano passado, motivos saude)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Motorista - Paulinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cruz Vermelha (alternando-se...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Hernâni&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Sabino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Roque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Carla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Carolina &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Paulo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- e eu própria - Elsa - nos bastidores a acompanhar-vos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiXsPUm-kI/AAAAAAAAAdk/956b0x_a4_g/s1600-h/FÃ¡tima+imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199572556082248258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCiXsPUm-kI/AAAAAAAAAdk/956b0x_a4_g/s320/F%C3%A1tima+imagem.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maria...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Meiga filha do Eterno Pai, amparai os que peregrinam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;os rincões inferiores da vida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para que neles aflore o desejo de Conhecimento, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certeza e Bondade, deixando de parte as idolatrias, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;os paganismos, os ritualismos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e todas as formas inferiores de culto espiritual. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anjo tutelar das legiões que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;socorrem nas trevas e nos lugares de dor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;atendei ao clamor daqueles que, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;arrependidos, anseiam reencontrar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o Caminho da Verdade que livra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Doce Mensageira do Amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;derramai vossa ternura maternal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sobre os corações aflitos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para que se elevem às alturas do trabalho redentor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Senhora Eleita, inspirai o sentimento da Verdade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do Amor e da Virtude nos corações &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de todos aqueles que tendem aos desatinos do mundo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para que não desçam aos lugares de pranto e ranger dos dentes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Levantai, ó Senhora, dos abismos tenebrosos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a todos quantos erraram por causa dos fanatismos religiosos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Intercedei, ó meiga estrela, por aqueles que, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;esquecidos da Lei e olvidados de Jesus Cristo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mergulharam nos lugares de sombra e de dor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ó ternura, ponde sentimento de pureza &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;em todos os corações femininos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para que se convertam em verdadeiros anjos guardiães. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sede a luz, ó Maria, daqueles olhos que não podem ver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amparai, ó Senhora, os que fraquejam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ao longo dos caminhos da vida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ouvi, ó Símbolo das Mães, a voz dos que não podem falar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enxugai a lágrima, ó meiga irmã, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;daqueles que padecem falta de misericórdia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dominadora de paixões, sede o anjo guardião,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;daqueles que temem resvalar nas vielas do pecado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Consoladora dos aflitos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ungi com o Bálsamo do Amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;os que se encontram de coração angustiado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Guiai os passos, ó doce amiga, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dos que tendem a desanimar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;face das torturas do mundo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depositai, ó Maria, em todos os corações, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o sentimento de igualdade perante as leis &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que regem o Universo Infinito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Conduzi ao pórtico da Verdade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ó candura, a quem se encontrar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perambulando pelos caminhos da inverdade e do crime. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Envolvei com o vosso azulino manto, ó Maria, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;todos aqueles que procuram as verdades eternas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;perfeitas e imutáveis de Deus, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;através da Divina Modelagem de Jesus Cristo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Apontai, ó luminosa estrela, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o Testamento da Moral, do Amor, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;da Revelação, da Sabedoria e da Virtude, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para que todos os filhos do Altíssimo encontrem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de uma vez para sempre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;os braços abertos do Divino Amigo." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Desconheço autor)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã, é o grande dia!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Com muita emoção, muito sentimento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estaremos aqui a acompanhar-vos!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entretanto...esta tarde recebi um telefonema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de alguém que também queria encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o Pcl... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Não sei se o encontro aconteceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã teremos notícias certamente!!!&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/296443820493044406-197157653012172116?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Chegaram!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVqvUm-dI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cQ4NfjtbNWs/s1600-h/fatima1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199218487568300498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVqvUm-dI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cQ4NfjtbNWs/s320/fatima1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eram cerca de 11:15 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quando os nossos peregrinos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;chegaram a Fátima,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muita emoção, muitas lágrimas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que quiseram entregar á Mãe!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199218577762613730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVv_Um-eI/AAAAAAAAAc0/9On1zLkoxws/s320/fatima2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que os esperava de braços e acoração abertos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sob o Seu olhar atento!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199219535540320754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdWnvUm-fI/AAAAAAAAAc8/jdcPFiqFhLg/s320/estrada+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Eram 12:15... quando o Pcl me deu conta da chegada...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas, ele ia já a caminho de casa...mas voltaria...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;dizia-me que ia com "uma dor d'alma"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;queria ficar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;queria consolar-se nos braços da Mãe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199220081001167362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdXHfUm-gI/AAAAAAAAAdE/kx732zEUPR8/s320/Pente1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mas...era dia de Pentecostes&lt;br /&gt;e tinha uma festa numa das paróquias!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Tinha que ir, por muito que lhe custasse,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e devia custar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;depois de tanto cansaço...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ele ia já a conduzir o seu carro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199218186920589746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVZPUm-bI/AAAAAAAAAcc/WE82yGeNy88/s320/amig%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Graças ao seu Amigão do peito - Jorge Gouveia - &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que lhe o trouxe até Fátima,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e que para além disso,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;emprestou também a carrinha,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;de apoio aos peregrinos!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Os AMIGOS são o máximooooooo!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199218255640066498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVdPUm-cI/AAAAAAAAAck/j2TGzfLyh-Q/s320/n%C3%A3o+consigo+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pcl contava que a Sãozinha tinha desistido em Pombal,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;as pernas já não aguentaram mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVP_Um-aI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9ZfJCt2VQgY/s1600-h/adios.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199218028006799778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVP_Um-aI/AAAAAAAAAcU/9ZfJCt2VQgY/s320/adios.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E muitos estavam já também de partida...em Fátima&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esperavam-nos os familiares da Carla, da Cláudia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do Hélder, Luis Pedro, Fátima e Mariazinha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Era o Adeus...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199221610009524754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdYgfUm-hI/AAAAAAAAAdM/hV7qgdbZD2w/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, certamente nos seus corações&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ficou gravada esta Peregrinação,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e todos os seus momentos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVG_Um-ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BDUshION-Ts/s1600-h/acolhimentyo+ao+peregrino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199217873387977106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVG_Um-ZI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BDUshION-Ts/s320/acolhimentyo+ao+peregrino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os peregrinos, segundo referiu o Pcl, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estariam naquele momento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a ser encaminhados para o Acolhimento ao Peregrino, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tinha ficado com eles o Nelo, elemento da organização.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199232618010704434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdihPUm-jI/AAAAAAAAAdc/lbWkCf3ztSY/s320/regresso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;O Pcl, regressa amanhã a Fátima&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(ele ainda queria regressar hoje, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;mas a conselho de muito boa gente,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;resolveu ceder...e amanhã juntar-se-á&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;novamente aos peregrinos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199225810487540258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdcU_Um-iI/AAAAAAAAAdU/6B8hUgybrFc/s320/ruah+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RuAh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="'Permanent" href="http://derrotarmontanhas.blogspot.com/2007/12/ruah.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;RUAH, Espírito Santo de tantos nomes, meu Amor,&lt;br /&gt;é admirável saborear de novo que falar de Ti e contigo&lt;br /&gt;me revela muito do Teu próprio jeito de estar presente e agir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Não te impões, não é esse o jeito de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;A Tua presença em nós acontece de mansinho,&lt;br /&gt;Com ternura amorosa que nos abre ao amor do Abba&lt;br /&gt;para nos deixarmos gerar continuamente como filhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Teu poder, Ruah, é todo ternura e encanto,&lt;br /&gt;apelo à maravilha, do amor do ABBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não actuas em nós, meu Ruah,&lt;br /&gt;Impondo a tua presença!&lt;br /&gt;Não nos “pões a jeito” do Abba, à força de braços.&lt;br /&gt;O Teu poder é doce, meigo,&lt;br /&gt;Suave, feminino, maternal…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso és poderosíssimo&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele poder que só o Amor é capaz de ter,&lt;br /&gt;Maior que todas as violências,&lt;br /&gt;Maior que o pecado, a desilusão ou a morte.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E nesse encanto que provocas em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Nessa insinuação do Teu olhar íntimo,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse sussurro da Palavra que não deixas que termine&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto-me renascer…&lt;br /&gt;Assim muito em silêncio, como que nascendo inteiro dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Nascendo das tuas próprias mãos,&lt;br /&gt;e abandonando-me N’Elas…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh Ruah, meu Amor,&lt;br /&gt;há coisa melhor do que saber&lt;br /&gt;que estou a ser gerado continuamente pelo amor do Abba como Seu filho?!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Ruah… continuamente… sentir que a Tua acção em mim tem este fim&lt;br /&gt;de me gerar continuamente como filho do Abba, ao jeito de Jesus…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Com esse poder amoroso, Ruah,&lt;br /&gt;continua a fazer de mim o que quiseres.&lt;br /&gt;Tu que és “o Amor de Deus derramado nos nossos Corações”,&lt;br /&gt;Faz acontecer no meu íntimo de maneira sempre nova o Evangelho de Jesus!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ruah…&lt;br /&gt;Espírito Santo…&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Adaptado por &lt;a href="http://eu-estou-aki.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Elsa Nyny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;de Textos de &lt;a href="http://derrotarmontanhas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Rui Santiago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este foi o Poema declamado em Acção de Graças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hoje na Eucarístia animada pelo &lt;a href="http://caminhantesdapaz01.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Grupo de Jovens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-326024208236442104?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/326024208236442104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=326024208236442104' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/326024208236442104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/326024208236442104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/05/peregrinao-dia-7.html' title='Peregrinação - Dia 7'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCdVqvUm-dI/AAAAAAAAAcs/cQ4NfjtbNWs/s72-c/fatima1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-7103782438956703840</id><published>2008-05-10T23:41:00.016+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:27.724+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - 6º Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYdOI_8yOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9IycSh9vcNI/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198874948616898786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYdOI_8yOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9IycSh9vcNI/s320/caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Caminho vai ficando percorrido, está quase,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com esse espírito,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os nossos peregrinos, lançam-se de alma e coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mais uma etapa!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205813030774320226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SD7DXrJnLGI/AAAAAAAAAeE/C8xfFGa8gIU/s320/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Fim+188.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fui encontra-los no &lt;strong&gt;Restaurante S.Sebastião,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eram 13:20, já tinham almoçado e prepraravam-se &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para mais uma caminhada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198872629334558882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYbHI_8yKI/AAAAAAAAAbc/_vj17yCoVQs/s320/ter%C3%A7o2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Pcl contava-me que &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tinham chegado por volta das 11:30,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;como ainda era cedo para almoçar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;instalaram-se no átrio do restaurante,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;onde rezaram o Terço!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E falava-me do dia anterior...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;um dos senhores da Cruz vermelha teve que partir,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e então um dos peregrinos o Nelo, foi de carrinha, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;perdendo 13 km's do percurso...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;teria que os fazer...sózinho????&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198871632902146178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYaNI_8yII/AAAAAAAAAbM/ajx0CHtyyI0/s320/solidariedade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num gesto de solidariedade,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;o Pcl repetiu os 13 km's&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que já havia feito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198874467580561618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYcyI_8yNI/AAAAAAAAAb0/P05K2NkcJFc/s320/chuva+torrencial.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 Km debaixo de chuva torrencial,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que fizeram em apenas 2:05 h!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198873956479453378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYcUY_8yMI/AAAAAAAAAbs/MGr-zC_9aL4/s320/p%C3%A9zitos+de+%C3%A1gua.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje queixava-se dos pézitos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dizia que em 7 anos que faz a Peregrinação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foi a primeira vez que fez uma bolha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYX74_8yGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nRldmw6WgOs/s1600-h/igreja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198869137526147170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYX74_8yGI/AAAAAAAAAa8/nRldmw6WgOs/s320/igreja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para os acolher, a localidade de Barracão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde vão passar a noite na cripta de uma igreja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198881141959739634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYi2o_8yPI/AAAAAAAAAcE/tuoB0_fvtD8/s320/corpus_cristhi.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mas, antes do merecido descanso, a Eucarístia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198870155433396338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYY3I_8yHI/AAAAAAAAAbE/voY0ofKwMgU/s320/missa+comunidade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concelebrada com toda a comunidade de Barracão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYXLY_8yFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JtjRU1gWmPo/s1600-h/maria+no+cenÃ¡culo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198868304302491730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYXLY_8yFI/AAAAAAAAAa0/JtjRU1gWmPo/s320/maria+no+cen%C3%A1culo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Maria...Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aqui estivemos em Oração junto a Ti,&lt;br /&gt;Como outrora estiveste com os Apóstolos&lt;br /&gt;no cenáculo, confiantes,&lt;br /&gt;e em contínua oração,&lt;br /&gt;esperando a chegada do Espírito Santo&lt;br /&gt;prometido por Jesus...&lt;br /&gt;E Ele já nos foi dado...&lt;br /&gt;No dia do nosso Baptismo,&lt;br /&gt;Ele está em nós,&lt;br /&gt;E quer agir no nosso interior,&lt;br /&gt;Conceder-nos os seus dons e os seus frutos,&lt;br /&gt;Só precisamos de Ter amor,&lt;br /&gt;Devoção,&lt;br /&gt;Diálogo com o Espírito Santo!!&lt;br /&gt;Pois é Ele o agente da Evangelizção,&lt;br /&gt;É Ele que nos dá a fé,&lt;br /&gt;O conhecimento e o amor a Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Maria...Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;Partimos com esta certeza...&lt;br /&gt;O espírito habita em nós&lt;br /&gt;Não ficaremos como os&lt;br /&gt;“Homens da Galiléia (...) olhando para o céu...”.&lt;br /&gt;Pois o Espírito Santo nos impele&lt;br /&gt;a sairmos de nós mesmos para anunciar&lt;br /&gt;a Boa Nova da justiça, da paz,&lt;br /&gt;da alegria, da vida e do amor.&lt;br /&gt;E a reconhecer Jesus&lt;br /&gt;em cada rosto humano.&lt;br /&gt;Maria...Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;Com o Espírito Santo&lt;br /&gt;Purificai-nos e transformai os nossos corações!&lt;br /&gt;! Nós queremos, com a Tua ajuda,&lt;br /&gt;colaborar, também, na renovação da face da Terra.&lt;br /&gt;AMEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Esta foi a Oração de Envio do grupo de jovens,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no final do Terço de Pentecostes da comunidade, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;onde também lembramos os nossos peregrinos)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã está prevista a sua chegada a Fátima,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelas 10 horas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Momento certamente de muita emoção,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para quem está a caminhar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;há já seis dias!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não percam a chegada deles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aos Braços da Mãe!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-7103782438956703840?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/7103782438956703840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=7103782438956703840' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7103782438956703840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7103782438956703840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/05/peregrinao-6-dia.html' title='Peregrinação - 6º Dia'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCYdOI_8yOI/AAAAAAAAAb8/9IycSh9vcNI/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6594561804593414229</id><published>2008-05-10T00:39:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:30.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - 5º Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SD69fLJnLEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/L56x05ZJtIY/s1600-h/PeregrinaÃ§Ã£o+Fim+135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205806562553572418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SD69fLJnLEI/AAAAAAAAAd0/L56x05ZJtIY/s320/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Fim+135.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Começava ainda bem cedo antes do sol raiar mais um dia de caminhada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTVU4_8yBI/AAAAAAAAAaU/GmETmTEghlk/s1600-h/manhÃ£+vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198514424767105042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTVU4_8yBI/AAAAAAAAAaU/GmETmTEghlk/s320/manh%C3%A3+vento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E o dia levantou-se, o sol ia espreitando de mansinho,&lt;br /&gt;Entre o vento, mais um “companheiro”&lt;br /&gt;De jornada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198517469898917938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTYGI_8yDI/AAAAAAAAAak/e8qFdAfjke4/s320/ora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E entre os primeiros passos do caminho,&lt;br /&gt;a Oração da Manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Entregando a Jesus e a Maria, mais um dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198514618040633378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTVgI_8yCI/AAAAAAAAAac/IJgUYsy8SMM/s320/marco+dos+pereiros.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o pequeno almoço foi em Marco de Pereiros!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTVMo_8yAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hwF31vpDdSY/s1600-h/telef.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198514283033184258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTVMo_8yAI/AAAAAAAAAaM/hwF31vpDdSY/s320/telef.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó faz favor!&lt;br /&gt;Já aceitam reservas para o voo do próximo ano???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois é a &lt;strong&gt;Cristina de Sequeiros&lt;/strong&gt; (isto deve ter algo a ver comigo ahahah),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já quer marcar o seu lugar para a peregrinação do próximo ano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205810032887147602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SD7ApLJnLFI/AAAAAAAAAd8/mPeFDq6jEjY/s320/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Fim+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje grande parte do percurso foi &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na Nacional 1, com muito trânsito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Felizmente tudo correu pelo melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTU-Y_8x-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1ndyaAlWW5Y/s1600-h/condeixa-building-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198514038220048354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTU-Y_8x-I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1ndyaAlWW5Y/s320/condeixa-building-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro contacto do dia... - 11:51 - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estavam nesse momento a chegar a Condeixa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTTco_8x9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e6san385Z2Y/s1600-h/bombeiros+pombal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198512358887835602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTTco_8x9I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/e6san385Z2Y/s320/bombeiros+pombal.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E Desta vez para acolhe-los, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o Quartel dos &lt;strong&gt;Bombeiros de Pombal&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde iriam passar a noite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198518689669630018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTZNI_8yEI/AAAAAAAAAas/ul1vyGEfURs/s320/louvor+a+Deus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E mais um dia chegava ao fim...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O Caminho vai-se tornando mais curto,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;já falta pouco...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Está previsto chegarem a Fátima no Domingo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;É tempo de agradecer por mais um dia,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;deste peregrinar!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto os nossos peregrinos caminham...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;longe de casa, por lá, pelas terras deles, o mau tempo complicou as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTTTY_8x8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/1Rj0MS6eti4/s1600-h/vale+da+vilariÃ§a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198512199974045634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTTTY_8x8I/AAAAAAAAAZs/1Rj0MS6eti4/s320/vale+da+vilari%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mau Tempo:Técnicos do Ministério da Agricultura avaliam estragos na Vilariça, Bragança&lt;br /&gt;09 de Maio de 2008, 14:45&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vila Real, 09 Mai (Lusa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) - Os técnicos da Direcção Regional de Agricultura e Pescas do Norte (DRAPN) estão a avaliar os estragos provocados pela queda de chuva e granizo quinta-feira na zona do Vale da Vilariça, distrito de Bragança.&lt;br /&gt;Os agricultores dizem que durante mais de duas horas choveu torrencialmente e caiu algum granizo, tendo causado prejuízos essencialmente nas culturas hortícolas e ainda em alguma vinha, olival e árvores de fruto.&lt;br /&gt;A zona mais afectada foi o vale da Vilariça, junto às localidades de Assares, Sampaio, Ludões e Junqueira mas os efeitos foram abrangendo parte dos concelhos de Vila Flor, Alfândega da Fé e Torre de Moncorvo.&lt;br /&gt;A DRAPN enviou técnicos para o terreno para avaliar os prejuízos causados pelo mau tempo, e a Câmara de Vila Flor também já fez saber que está a proceder a um levantamento dos estragos.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Almendra, presidente da Associação de Agricultores do Vale da Vilariça, disse à Lusa que os "prejuízos foram pontuais", afectando cerca de uma dezena de agricultores que possuem hortas junto às linhas de água.&lt;br /&gt;Para o responsável, o mais preocupante é que a maioria dos agricultores afectados não dispõem de seguro de colheitas, uma situação que pode comprometer os seus rendimentos nas épocas de Verão e Outono.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Almendra referiu que a associação vai tentar, junto do Governo, garantir alguns apoios para estes produtores agrícolas."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLI.&lt;br /&gt;Lusa/Fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTTNI_8x7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZeBM4Rg3Zas/s1600-h/virgem_maria002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198512092599863218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCTTNI_8x7I/AAAAAAAAAZk/ZeBM4Rg3Zas/s320/virgem_maria002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Senhora da Caridade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejais Senhora da Caridade,&lt;br /&gt;Desprendida de vós mesma&lt;br /&gt;E repleta do amor que vem do céu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejais, porque cheia de Deus Amor,&lt;br /&gt;Porque movida pelo Espírito&lt;br /&gt;Quer é amor,&lt;br /&gt;Não fizeste outra coisa senão amar,&lt;br /&gt;Amar sempre, Amar a todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejais, Senhora da Visitação,&lt;br /&gt;Do serviço caridoso em favor&lt;br /&gt;Da Vossa parente Isabel,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecida de vós mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Ides apressadamente para,&lt;br /&gt;Na humildade , prestar serviço, ajudar,&lt;br /&gt;Ser presença amiga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejais, Senhora de Caná,&lt;br /&gt;Que movida pela caridade&lt;br /&gt;alcançais de Jesus&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro milagre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejais, Senhora de Nazaré&lt;br /&gt;Na caridade do dia a dia,&lt;br /&gt;Na família e na aldeia,&lt;br /&gt;No serviço para com todos,&lt;br /&gt;No pensar nos outros,&lt;br /&gt;Para amar e servir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejais , Senhora do Calvário,&lt;br /&gt;Na plenitude do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Oferecendo a vítima&lt;br /&gt;E oferendo-vos com ela.&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejais, por este acto&lt;br /&gt;Heróico de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Junto da Cruz,&lt;br /&gt;na oblação mais pura&lt;br /&gt;e mais repleta de Dom e sacrifício.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendita sejais, Senhora do Cenáculo,&lt;br /&gt;Que rezais com a comunidade primitiva,&lt;br /&gt;E exercitais com ela verdadeira caridade,&lt;br /&gt;Ajudando e amparando os mais fracos,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo alento para todos.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Maria...Mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Com Jesus, continua a olhar&lt;br /&gt;Para estes nossos peregrinos! &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/296443820493044406-6594561804593414229?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6594561804593414229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6594561804593414229' title='3 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2930927103049383224</id><published>2008-05-08T21:46:00.020+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:33.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - 4º Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198097693075931650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNaT6eRggI/AAAAAAAAAX8/WOySC98v2g4/s320/passarito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais um dia se levantou...e com ele os nossos peregrinos, quando ainda tudo está quieto, silencioso entregue ao descanso, eis que lá vão eles estrada fora, louvando Maria e Jesus, nos seus passos e na sua oração!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198101154819572370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNddaeRgpI/AAAAAAAAAZE/Kv85W5qMEJo/s320/chuva.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuvinha veio fazer-lhes uma visita, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas este povo não teme a chuva, e recebe-a como uma benção do Pai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202725465284830146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SDPLPtYuY8I/AAAAAAAAAdM/B3f-e0AoE0k/s320/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Fim+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O pequeno-almoço foi tomado na Ponte da Mucela,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;em clima de animação e confraternização!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198101030265520770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNdWKeRgoI/AAAAAAAAAY8/VSkMFwhajyI/s320/vila+nova+poiares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em Vila Nova de Poiares,&lt;br /&gt;encontraram três meninas de pijama!!!&lt;br /&gt;Claro que houve foto...vamos aguardar!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202728703690171346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SDPOMNYuY9I/AAAAAAAAAdU/Z2YheTZpQnY/s320/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Fim+068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pelas 9H da manhã, depois de uma grande subida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;resolveram descansar...e pararam no Alto de S.Pedro!&lt;br /&gt;Mas... descansar???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202731843311264738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SDPRC9YuY-I/AAAAAAAAAdc/IirOJYgAflA/s320/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Fim+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não, resolveram...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imaginem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D A N Ç A R !!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNayqeRgkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VeQl7sQ63mw/s1600-h/varandas+do+ceira+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198098221356909122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNayqeRgkI/AAAAAAAAAYc/VeQl7sQ63mw/s320/varandas+do+ceira+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14:15...Hora de espreitar a Peregrinação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do outro lado...muitas vozes, muita animação..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.estavam a almoçar, num Restaurante de seu nome - Varandas do Ceira - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e o nosso Pcl, queixava-se, que foi dos piores Restaurantes onde já entrou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e que “nunca mais cá ponho os pés”..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.aliás foi ele que me pediu para fazer aqui esta referência, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao mau atendimento do Restaurante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pagaram doze euros por uma sopa, um prato e um copo de água, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e quem teve que servir á mesa foi o Pcl e o Alexandre Paixão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que pena...as pessoas vão em Peregrinação, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;muito sensíveis a tudo e a todos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deslocadas de suas casas...de suas famílias! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Pcl foi anunciando que o Repórter Peregrino estava ali &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e pedia-me para os saudar, foi o que fiz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e do outro lado as saudações fizeram-se também ouvir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Cláudia ia mandando um beijinho..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.tinha gostado muito do mimito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pequenos nadas... pedacinhos de momentos partilhados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;corações entregues, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que eu vou acompanhando nesta peregrinação... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e também eu me sinto peregrinar!&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço-te Pcl!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe que lhe agradeço muito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poder partilhar com todos este momento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e também toda a confiança que ele deposita em mim!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNaqqeRgjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6WeUdrhPyIM/s1600-h/rosas_md.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198098083917955634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNaqqeRgjI/AAAAAAAAAYU/6WeUdrhPyIM/s320/rosas_md.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje as rosas são mesmo para o nosso Pcl!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São cor de rosa...a cor da Amizade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um encontro no restaurante ,&lt;br /&gt;um casal, o jovem Teodoro e a esposa Daniela,&lt;br /&gt;com o pequenino João, com apenas um mês de idade!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202734557730595826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SDPTg9YuY_I/AAAAAAAAAdk/LKYjIvTJY78/s320/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Fim+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A Ana Rita Toda embevecida com o pequeno João ao colo, fica-lhe tão bem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do almoço voltaram ao caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Estavam entre Poiares e Ceira,&lt;br /&gt;E iriam caminhar até&lt;br /&gt;Pomar de Braços! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205803143759604786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SD66YLJnLDI/AAAAAAAAAds/qRYCvjcxJ_0/s320/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Fim+099.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pelo caminho um novo "peregrino se juntou...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Rex!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; A Mascote dos peregrinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fez doze quilómetros com eles e depois &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;voltou de carrinha ao ponto de partida!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198102086827475634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNeTqeRgrI/AAAAAAAAAZU/MMJNqcbqeso/s320/karaoke.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Travaram conhecimento com um artista de Karaoke,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ZÉ GRALHAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que podem visitar &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://realkaraoke.orgfree.com/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;AQUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E o final de tarde foi ...Livre!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;os nossos peregrinos já estão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a caminhar há quatro dias&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;é preciso relaxar,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que ainda falta um bocadito!!!&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198104311620534978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNgVKeRgsI/AAAAAAAAAZc/hKxXtwOuM34/s320/bombeiros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Noite será passada no quartel&lt;br /&gt;dos Bombeiros Voluntários de Poiares,&lt;br /&gt;(onde já tinham passado)! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNaaqeRghI/AAAAAAAAAYE/59oXluBpD0c/s1600-h/Maria301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5198097809040048658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCNaaqeRghI/AAAAAAAAAYE/59oXluBpD0c/s320/Maria301.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Senhora Disponível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Glória a vós, ó Virgem Maria,&lt;br /&gt;sempre disponível á vontade do Pai,&lt;br /&gt;sempre barro nas mãos do Divino Oleiro,&lt;br /&gt;sempre girassol voltado para o Astro Divino!&lt;br /&gt;Glória a vós, ó Virgem da Anunciação,&lt;br /&gt;No vosso consentimento humilde,&lt;br /&gt;Na vossa aceitação amorosa ao plano de Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Glória a vós, ó Senhora&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pronta a morrer a vós mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Aos vossos gostos e projectos,&lt;br /&gt;Aos vossos planos ,&lt;br /&gt;Para assumir com grandeza&lt;br /&gt;O mistério do amor que salva e redime,&lt;br /&gt;Do plano libertador de Deus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Glória a vós Senhora&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca recuaste perante a dor,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifício, imolação,&lt;br /&gt;Que aceitais sem compreender,&lt;br /&gt;E ides rezar e mergulhar em Deus.&lt;br /&gt;Glória a vós, Senhora&lt;br /&gt;Da total disponiibilidade&lt;br /&gt;Na aceitação da Cruz redentora,&lt;br /&gt;Na aceitação dolorosa de ser&lt;br /&gt;Mãe do Crucificado,&lt;br /&gt;Do Cristo grão de trigo&lt;br /&gt;Que morre para gerar vida,&lt;br /&gt;Do Cristo Cordeiro de Deus&lt;br /&gt;Que tirou o pecado do mundo.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta madrugada um grupo de Castelo Branco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vai iniciar também a sua peregrinação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde vai um amigo - José Pio - ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quem sabe não se encontram todos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo caminho??!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuemos a companhar os nossos peregrinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e esta aventura!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2930927103049383224?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2930927103049383224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2930927103049383224' title='3 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6714805120340063805</id><published>2008-05-07T23:47:00.012+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:35.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - 3º Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIkPKeRgaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JwXyoQwTOGY/s1600-h/castanheira3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197756762866942370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIkPKeRgaI/AAAAAAAAAXM/JwXyoQwTOGY/s320/castanheira3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O primeiro contacto com os nossos peregrinos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deu-se por volta das 13:18 da tarde,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;encontravam-se á saída do &lt;strong&gt;Restaurante "O Tileira",&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;situado no cruzamento de Castanheira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202716342774293394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SDPC8tYuY5I/AAAAAAAAAc0/AMWs8M-9tcw/s320/peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O pCL contava-me que tinha conhecido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uma menina a JÉSSICA,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com quem tinha tirado uma foto!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Preparavam-se para prosseguir a caminhada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Pcl tinha algumas novidades ainda do dia de ontem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para contar....hummmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202720285554271154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SDPGiNYuY7I/AAAAAAAAAdE/dlgz0hF5HOk/s320/peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Ontem o "Tó dos leitões" esperava&lt;br /&gt;os nossos peregrinos com um lauto manjar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197760057106858418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="100" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCInO6eRgbI/AAAAAAAAAXU/y_TbR9KKzG8/s320/papas_ricas_carolo.gif" width="166" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Para a sobremesa houve carolos,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;por cá têm o nome de papas de carolo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E &lt;a href="http://tudoficabem.blogspot.com/2008/02/papas-de-carolo-gostam.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AQUI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;vos deixo a receita!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda ontem o Pcl teve a visita de uma amiga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a Isabelinha e das filhotas Margarida e Juliana!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197762157345866194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIpJKeRgdI/AAAAAAAAAXk/EpD-cUJDkIU/s320/parab.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLÁUDIA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que é de Carrazeda de Anciães&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fez aninhossssss!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Só Vinte e nove!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;E teve a visita da sua avózinha Fernanda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que tem a linda idade de noventa anitos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e também da mãe e dos tios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Foi certamente um aniversário diferente!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIkHKeRgZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FTG2rYto834/s1600-h/rosas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197756625427988882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIkHKeRgZI/AAAAAAAAAXE/FTG2rYto834/s320/rosas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te estas rosas Cláudia!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que a vida te sorria sempre!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parabéns!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197764133030822370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIq8KeRgeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/PDvcWZ_Mhi0/s320/Moita%2Bsa%2Bserra%2B-%2B1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O porto de abrigo desta noite,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;á semelhança do ano passado é,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Moita da serra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIjhaeRgWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/b7N0X9InZfI/s1600-h/Eucaristia07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197755976887927138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIjhaeRgWI/AAAAAAAAAWs/b7N0X9InZfI/s320/Eucaristia07.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde celebraram a Eucarístia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197765335621665266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 346px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="367" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCIsCKeRgfI/AAAAAAAAAX0/ZGcPa1dGxyw/s320/nsra_detodos_os_povos.jpg" width="302" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ó Virgem Santíssima da Guia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A ti recorremos neste vale de lágrimas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;atraídos pela fé e pelo amor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que tu mesma infundistes em nosso coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ó Mãe querida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alivia a nossa dor, consola as nossas angústias, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dá-nos o pão material e o alimento espiritual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para fortalecer o nosso corpo e a nossa alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fazei com que não nos falte &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;um emprego estável e uma justa remuneração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elimina o ódio e o egoísmo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do coração de todos os homens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Virgem Santíssima da Guia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ilumina o nosso caminho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para que unidos na paz e fraternidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com todos os irmãos da terra, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;continuemos a marcha gloriosa para a casa do Pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Abençoa, ó Mãe, todos os peregrinos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que cantam os teus louvores, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora e pelos séculos dos séculos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amém."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tradição popular)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Continuemos a acompahar os nossos peregrinos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e a orar por eles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neste dia que houve um atropelamento &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a nove peregrinos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que Jesus e Maria cuidem deles!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/296443820493044406-6714805120340063805?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6714805120340063805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4294358779437492493</id><published>2008-05-06T22:07:00.013+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:40.074+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - 2º Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCC-k1MR4XI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lUit6rv4Pww/s1600-h/nuvensssss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197363509948703090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCC-k1MR4XI/AAAAAAAAAWM/lUit6rv4Pww/s320/nuvensssss.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dia amanheceu com muitas nuvens, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202713731434177410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SDPAktYuY4I/AAAAAAAAAcs/rhcjzbvzWmo/s320/peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas nada que preocupasse os nossos peregrinos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que bem cedo se puseram a caminho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foi com a Oração da Manhã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que iniciaram mais um dia!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCC-eFMR4WI/AAAAAAAAAWE/brT58NdzWkk/s1600-h/torrozelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197363393984586082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCC-eFMR4WI/AAAAAAAAAWE/brT58NdzWkk/s320/torrozelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 11:45...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;foi hora de "espreitar" a peregrinação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estavam perto de &lt;strong&gt;Torroselo&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;já tinham passado Seia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e estavam sensivelmente a meio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;do percurso para este dia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Após o almoço no restaurante &lt;strong&gt;Tia Alice,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o grupo fez uma paragem em frente&lt;br /&gt;da casa do amigo &lt;strong&gt;Tó dos Leitões&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde se detiveram algum tempo&lt;br /&gt;Para rezar o terço no qual participou o Tó e alguns amigos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201102534582625122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SC4HMtYuY2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/3Dn4udVBc4Y/s320/peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Findo o terço ala que se faz tarde&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ainda restavam alguns Kms até chegar ao merecido descanço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCC6nFMR4VI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L57sTEs7Dhs/s1600-h/sr+das+almas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197359150556897618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCC6nFMR4VI/AAAAAAAAAV8/L57sTEs7Dhs/s320/sr+das+almas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o dia ia terminar nesta povoação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- SENHOR DAS ALMAS - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Onde foram acolhidos pela paróquia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197363995280007554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCC_BFMR4YI/AAAAAAAAAWU/4ZJwQrGm9Q0/s320/missa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto de Ricardo Duarte 2005 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Houve ainda tempo para a celebração da Eucarístia,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;antes do "descanso dos guerreiros"!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197382936085782946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SCDQPlMR4aI/AAAAAAAAAWk/onSoogDnAek/s320/Jesus34.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Oração do Caminhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Senhor,aqui estou novamente em tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;Sou um eterno caminhante.&lt;br /&gt;Andei por muitos caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;caminhos tortuosos e caminho planos.&lt;br /&gt;Subi ladeiras e desci rampas.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre caminhando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;em busca de tua face.&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei muita gente ao longo da estrada.&lt;br /&gt;Peço perdão por não ter dado devida atenção&lt;br /&gt;a muitos que estavam à beira do caminho,&lt;br /&gt;esperando o meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que eu tinha muitas coisas para fazer&lt;br /&gt;e não dei importância a tantos encontros que&lt;br /&gt;podiam ser ricos nessa caminhada da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sei, Senhor, que tu queres que eu caminhe!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero parar, não me quero instalar,&lt;br /&gt;não quero morrer!&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olho teu Povo que caminhou através do deserto.&lt;br /&gt;Olho teu Filho que caminhou em direção a Jerusalém.&lt;br /&gt;Olho os Magos que caminharam para o presépio.&lt;br /&gt;Olho essa multidão de homens e mulheres que&lt;br /&gt;caminharam,marcharam, correram para buscar a tua face bendita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero te pedir forças para continuar a caminhada!&lt;br /&gt;Quero que me ensines a caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;a dar atenção a todos os caminhantes.&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, eu sou um caminhante,&lt;br /&gt;sou um peregrino.&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar à luz de teu amor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voltem amanhã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que eu e os peregrinos voltaremos também!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4294358779437492493?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4294358779437492493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4294358779437492493' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8555753393170827234</id><published>2008-05-05T22:19:00.015+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:42.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação - 1º Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9yglMR4RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iCpWl4Y_GBk/s1600-h/NascerdoSol004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196998399073837330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9yglMR4RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iCpWl4Y_GBk/s320/NascerdoSol004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Dia "acordou" cedo para os nossos peregrinos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9tb1MR4NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WCd9UzPw8k4/s1600-h/trancoso+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196992819911319762" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="192" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9tb1MR4NI/AAAAAAAAAU8/WCd9UzPw8k4/s200/trancoso+2.jpg" width="297" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9tUlMR4MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gVs7JXStW0U/s1600-h/trancoso+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196992695357268162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" height="186" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9tUlMR4MI/AAAAAAAAAU0/gVs7JXStW0U/s200/trancoso+1.bmp" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas 6 horas da manhã, deixavam Trancoso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;terra de Templários, e iniciavam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;oficialmente a Peregrinação,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;depois da Oração da Manhã!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200918035672490818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SC1fZdYuY0I/AAAAAAAAAcM/2Miwz5c7KEA/s320/peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Vinte e oito peregrinos a pé,&lt;br /&gt;dois motoristas e um repórter (eu! ahaha)&lt;br /&gt;compõem o elenco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;O primeiro contacto com o grupo foi por volta&lt;br /&gt;das 12:20, passavam em: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197000791370621250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="217" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB90r1MR4UI/AAAAAAAAAV0/fXTKq74bJLs/s400/carrapichana+da+serra.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Carrapichana da Serra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Almoço seria por volta das 13H...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estáva quase!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aguardava-os ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9tKFMR4LI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uW2UMjT2gcI/s1600-h/gouveia1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196992514968641714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9tKFMR4LI/AAAAAAAAAUs/uW2UMjT2gcI/s320/gouveia1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gouveia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196997930922402050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9yFVMR4QI/AAAAAAAAAVU/eTdvO6h7WEI/s320/eucaristia+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Eucaristia foi celebrada no Seminário de Gouveia, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;onde pernoitaram...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e o primeiro dia ia chegando assim ao fim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Agora é preciso temperar forças,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para mais um percurso do caminho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196998824275599666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="247" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9y5VMR4TI/AAAAAAAAAVs/WGTAMIuXwAQ/s320/fim+do+dia+1.jpg" width="261" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E, enquanto a noite se faz conselheira,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;e os nossos peregrinos mergulham&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;no merecido descanso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;juntemos a nossa Oração de Louvor,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;por estes peregrinos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196991664565117090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9sYlMR4KI/AAAAAAAAAUk/PULkzgshe50/s320/maria+jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Avé, ó Mãe, Rainha do Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a Mãe do amor formoso.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a Mãe de Jesus, fonte de toda a graça,&lt;br /&gt;O perfume de toda a virtude, o modelo de toda a pureza.&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a alegria nas dores, a vitória no combate,&lt;br /&gt;A esperança na morte.&lt;br /&gt;Como é doce o vosso nome em nossos lábio,&lt;br /&gt;Como é harmonioso aos nossos ouvidos,&lt;br /&gt;Como enche de gozo o nosso coração!&lt;br /&gt;Vós sois a alegria dos que sofrem,&lt;br /&gt;A coroa dos mártires, a beleza das virgens.&lt;br /&gt;Depois deste desterro, nós vo-lo pedimos,&lt;br /&gt;Guiai-nos ao vosso Filho Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amén! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;João Paulo II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amanhã, estarei novamente convosco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para vos dar as últimas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-8555753393170827234?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8555753393170827234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8555753393170827234' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8555753393170827234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8555753393170827234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/05/peregrinao-1-dia.html' title='Peregrinação - 1º Dia'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB9yglMR4RI/AAAAAAAAAVc/iCpWl4Y_GBk/s72-c/NascerdoSol004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3628272545682296332</id><published>2008-05-04T23:25:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:43.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peregrinação!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB4qZFMR4II/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aN2qgffEwXc/s1600-h/MARIA_quadro.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196637630410907778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="246" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB4qZFMR4II/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aN2qgffEwXc/s320/MARIA_quadro.jpg" width="229" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Avé-Maria!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Ave Maria! Senhora&lt;br /&gt;Do Amor que ampara e redime,&lt;br /&gt;Ai do mundo se não fora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a vossa missão sublime !&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cheia de graça e bondade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É por vós que conhecemos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A eterna revelação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da vida em seus dons supremos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Senhor sempre é convosco, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mensageira da ternura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Providência dos que choram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas sombras da desventura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bendita sois vós, Rainha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estrela da Humanidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Rosa Mística da fé, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lírio puro da humildade! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre as mulheres sois vós &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Mãe das mães desvalidas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nossa porta de esperança, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E Anjo de nossas vidas ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bendito o fruto imortal &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Da vossa missão de luz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Desde a paz da Manjedoura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Às dores, além da Cruz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim seja para sempre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh! Divina Soberana, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refúgio dos que padecem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas dores da luta humana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ave Maria! Senhora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Do Amor que ampara e redime, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai do mundo se não fora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vossa missão sublime! "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fonte: IN LIVRO: “Parnaso de Além-Túmulo”&lt;/span&gt;&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;strong&gt;**&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amigos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como tinha prometido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ESTOU DE VOLTA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Pcl, prepara-se para iniciar ´&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;na próxima madrugada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais uma peregrinação a Fátima,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;juntamente com outros peregrinos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e claro, eu acompanho-o...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e virei aqui fazer a reportagem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Convido-vos também a todos vós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para nos juntarmos ao PCL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entretanto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;também vou estando na minha &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://eu-estou-aki.blogspot.com/"&gt;"casinha"&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O ano passado foi assim: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/05/em-peregrinao.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Vê aqui!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-3628272545682296332?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3628272545682296332/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3628272545682296332' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3628272545682296332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3628272545682296332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/05/peregrinao.html' title='Peregrinação!'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/SB4qZFMR4II/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aN2qgffEwXc/s72-c/MARIA_quadro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8472180778343366889</id><published>2008-04-24T21:24:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:29:11.833+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Casebre 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Após muitas tentativas frustradas de fuga ao olhar atento dos progenitores eis que era chegado o momento esperado e desejado, era esse o dia ideal para escalar a montanha e perscrutar os segredos que se escondiam para lá da amurada da cerca e no interior do casebre… seria no dia de São Sebastião, dia em que tudo se perdoava até as aventuras e devaneios da canalha. Pois claro nesse dia é que haveria de ser… custava ainda mais a demora da chegada do dia, contavam-se primeiro os dias:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Já só faltam oito dias&lt;/strong&gt; – dizia o manel, de faces coradinhas, o mais traquina e ladino de todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Pois mas ainda são oito dias&lt;/strong&gt; – dizia o luís, impaciente mas sempre bem comportado, pelo menos era o que toda a gente dizia, contudo pela calada e a coberto deste reconhecimento público da sua virtude de quando em vez lá urdia os seus planos e realizava as suas partidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Então só são oito dias, para quem esperou tanto tempo oito dias passam rápido&lt;/strong&gt; – replicava em tom solene e conciliador o Carlitos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E logo todos em coro repetiram - &lt;strong&gt;claro é rápido que chega esse dia verás luís, mas tem cuidado não vás com a tua impaciência deitar tudo a perder, tu vê lá se eles descobrem o plano nunca mais nos dão rédea larga&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava definido o dia e a forma de fugir aproveitando a liberdade que a festa da aldeia lhes dava, parece que até o Santo os queria ajudar. A partir daquele momento era ver a criançada alegre e obediente até os pais estavam admirados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias foram-se passando… na noite da véspera de 20 de Janeiro depois da procissão de penitência todos os miúdos se recolheram na esperança de que por se deitarem mais cedo a noite passasse mais depressa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-8472180778343366889?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8472180778343366889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8472180778343366889' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8472180778343366889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8472180778343366889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-casebre-2.html' title='O Casebre 2'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-7671000665021229182</id><published>2008-04-18T01:15:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:43.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...E porque...</title><content type='html'>Gostava de te dar rosas verdadeiras, estando longe deixo-te aqui estas que não murcharão por certo e as poderás visitar sempre que queiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190362208957486258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SAfe7eiF1LI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tWr_EjM5mV4/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... E porque já é dia 18 de Abril deixo aqui mais uma vez os parabéns a essa pessoa maravilhosa que é a Elsa, a minha querida "dinha", principal culpada da existência deste espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por existires, Elsa Nyny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos no coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-7671000665021229182?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/7671000665021229182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=7671000665021229182' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7671000665021229182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7671000665021229182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-porque.html' title='...E porque...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SAfe7eiF1LI/AAAAAAAAAbE/tWr_EjM5mV4/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6819150610424147524</id><published>2008-04-18T00:46:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:43.440+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-nasce.html"&gt;E nasce...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RiUw4No85SI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CdqaSJir8cc/s1600-h/montanha+20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Até que enfim cheguei ao cimo da montanha&lt;br /&gt;após uma jornada extensa e fatigante.&lt;br /&gt;Passeio o olhar em torno e,&lt;br /&gt;pronto, o olhar apanha tudo&lt;br /&gt;que a vida tem de belo e contrastante. …… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Graças vos dou, meu Deus, graças vos dou, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;por sentir que me ergui dos abismos da treva,&lt;br /&gt;por sentir mais intensa essa luz que me eleva,&lt;br /&gt;suave irradiação do vosso imenso amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"In Cristiano Cartaxo, No Cimo da Montanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasce hoje este espaço de comunhão, de reflexão e de partilha, no mesmo dia em que alguns anos atrás nascia uma pessoa maravilhosa que conheci por estas bandas e que me lançou um desafio de participar no Blog "Raízes do Mundo". Assim esta é uma simples mas sentida homenagem a essa pessoa linda que eu muito estimo, parabéns ELSA NYNY. Agradeço o teu desafio e rezo para que ELE me dê inspiração a fim de não te desiludir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente perguntar-me-eis porquê " No Cimo da Montanha", as razões são múltiplas, porque do cimo da montanha se vê a paisagem maravilhosa que se encontra no sopé, porque o cimo da montanha é o local das teofanias ( Sinai, Horeb, Tabor, Calvário, Alverne, etc), porque habito numa localidade de nome Cardanha situada no cimo de uma montanha de onde se pode avistar a planura do Vale da Vilariça e o serpentear prateado do rio Sabor e porque do cimo da montanha se pode sempre descer ao sopé e admirar a beleza das cores que se divisam ao longe.&lt;br /&gt;Convido-vos a todos a fazer esta escalada comigo subindo a montanha da amizade, admirando a beleza da vida nos seus contrastes e permitindo que o imenso amor de Deus irradie na blogoesfera através das nossas palavras e testemunhos.Desculpa ELSA usar as tuas palavras, a todos envio beijos no coração Pe.C.L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publicada por pe.cl em  &lt;a class="timestamp-link" title="permanent link" href="http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/04/e-nasce.html" rel="bookmark"&gt;4/17/2007 10:38:00 PM&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz hoje 1 ano que esta escalada começou, conheci pessoas lindas, fiz amigos, sonhei metas...&lt;br /&gt;A todos obrigado por fazerem parte desta caminhada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6819150610424147524?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6819150610424147524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6819150610424147524' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6819150610424147524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6819150610424147524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-nasce.html' title=''/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4348746593402180695</id><published>2008-04-16T23:51:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T23:53:31.926+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Casebre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Erguido no alto da montanha qual castelo altaneiro resistia de pé como árvore cujas raízes se afundavam sem dó na terra que as aconchega… Foi durante anos motivo para sonhos com rocambolescas histórias que se desenvolveriam no seu interior ou na cerca que o rodeava, mas os tempos iam passando e acercar-me do motivo das minhas fantasias ou das minhas noites mal dormidas isso é que não. Talvez pelas histórias que se contavam sobre o dito casebre ou porque a curiosidade ainda não havia atingido o seu auge.&lt;br /&gt;O sopé da montanha era o palco desejado para as tropelias e brincadeiras próprias de quem é criança, cambalhotas na relva verdejante, corridas nas imensas tardes de verão, o jogo da apanhada e outros que tais, mas subir a encosta para descobrir tesouros no velho casebre… anda cá se queres… nem o mais ousado reunira coragem suficiente. Contudo o casebre continuava a preencher os sonhos da criançada, certo tarde um teve uma ideia:&lt;br /&gt;- E se fossemos todos juntos?&lt;br /&gt;Logo outro cheio de coragem disse – sim era melhor se fossemos todos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Ficara decidido iriam todos juntos. Agora era preciso combinar qual o dia e de que maneira se escapariam ao olhar atento dos pais, sim porque o aviso era claro: “podiam brincar no sopé da montanha, mas ai de quem se atrevesse a subir a encosta”.&lt;br /&gt;Foram dias de agitação, cada vez mais aumentava o desejo de descobrir o que a casa escondia no seu interior e qual a razão de tal proibição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Continua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4348746593402180695?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4348746593402180695/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4348746593402180695' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4348746593402180695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4348746593402180695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-casebre.html' title='O Casebre'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8070671410028713199</id><published>2008-04-13T18:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:43.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Pastor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SAI6BOiF1FI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RWeiR8r9K64/s1600-h/BP2[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188773513439597650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SAI6BOiF1FI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RWeiR8r9K64/s320/BP2%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Senhor Jesus faz de mim um pastor segundo o teu coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-8070671410028713199?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8070671410028713199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8070671410028713199' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8070671410028713199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8070671410028713199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/04/bom-pastor.html' title='Bom Pastor'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/SAI6BOiF1FI/AAAAAAAAAa8/RWeiR8r9K64/s72-c/BP2%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1623829758676065958</id><published>2008-04-09T21:05:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:43.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... alvo do meu amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R_0_f778h3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/BIK6e08CWzQ/s1600-h/Ferbikes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187372163698296690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R_0_f778h3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/BIK6e08CWzQ/s320/Ferbikes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ferbikes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá longe no horizonte brilhava&lt;br /&gt;Algo que cativava o meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;E desatento seguia o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Teimando em não ver o brilho cintilante…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando fui-me apercebendo&lt;br /&gt;Que a distância entre mim e o brilho ia diminuindo&lt;br /&gt;Pensava já em algum tesouro deixado&lt;br /&gt;Para trás por um qualquer caminhante&lt;br /&gt;Que na corrida desenfreada pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Esquecera aquilo que guardara tão ciosamente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava o que faria com o valioso achado&lt;br /&gt;Que tipo de desejo iria realizar&lt;br /&gt;Talvez umas merecidas férias…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente encontrava-se diante de mim&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que me cativou ao longe&lt;br /&gt;Quem Te teria abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Meu Jesus quem Te deixara para trás&lt;br /&gt;Qual objecto sem valor…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali jazia o Crucificado&lt;br /&gt;O tesouro maior e alvo prioritário do meu amor…&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/296443820493044406-1623829758676065958?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1623829758676065958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1623829758676065958' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1623829758676065958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1623829758676065958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/04/alvo-do-meu-amor.html' title='... alvo do meu amor...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R_0_f778h3I/AAAAAAAAAa0/BIK6e08CWzQ/s72-c/Ferbikes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-7466658073697383162</id><published>2008-04-03T22:52:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:43.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Arte da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R_VEnPm4tWI/AAAAAAAAAas/JVkEMTWixtg/s1600-h/images[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185125986982212962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R_VEnPm4tWI/AAAAAAAAAas/JVkEMTWixtg/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A grande arte da vida é fazeres da tua vida uma obra de arte. Mesmo que não escrevas livros, és o escritor da tua vida. Mesmo que não sejas o Miguel Ângelo, podes fazer da tua vida uma obra-prima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/296443820493044406-7466658073697383162?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/7466658073697383162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=7466658073697383162' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7466658073697383162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7466658073697383162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/04/arte-da-vida.html' title='Arte da vida'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R_VEnPm4tWI/AAAAAAAAAas/JVkEMTWixtg/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3697402729695518980</id><published>2008-03-29T00:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:45.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje voltei á Montanha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/R-16IoUQhVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4lRCHbHoJys/s1600-h/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182933034853238098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/R-16IoUQhVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4lRCHbHoJys/s320/estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A estrada longa não me impediu de voltar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;á "Nossa Montanha",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e como é bom estar por aqui,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentir o ar puro que se respira aqui no alto,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentir o aconchego desta casa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que tem sempre a porta aberta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isso nem precisa de chave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O tempo passa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e com ele a certeza de que a AMIZADE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a verdadeira...essa precorre os anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e as estradas e as montanhas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e todos os sítios...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E os verdadeiros AMIGOS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estão sempre, sempre por perto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje volto para vos dizer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que o PCL...já me entregou de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a "pasta"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estarei de novo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a companha-lo em peregrinação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no proximo mês de Maio!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigado PCL!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será um prazer!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Elsa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-3697402729695518980?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3697402729695518980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3697402729695518980' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3697402729695518980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3697402729695518980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/hoje-volyei-montanha.html' title='Hoje voltei á Montanha!'/><author><name>reporter peregrino</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08771175916491817710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://www.exilegames.com/downloads/hex_reporter_wp_1024x768.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-5xwgrua8yg/R-16IoUQhVI/AAAAAAAAAUE/4lRCHbHoJys/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4623714519641696342</id><published>2008-03-28T23:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:45.943+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-14evm4tUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HTURA53i4AA/s1600-h/3934_Kopia-7042[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182931215744283970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-14evm4tUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HTURA53i4AA/s320/3934_Kopia-7042%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Os vícios vêm como os pássaros: visitam-nos como hóspedes e ficam como dominadores.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Confúcio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/296443820493044406-4623714519641696342?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4623714519641696342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4623714519641696342' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4623714519641696342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4623714519641696342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/os-vcios-vm-como-os-pssaros-visitam-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-14evm4tUI/AAAAAAAAAaY/HTURA53i4AA/s72-c/3934_Kopia-7042%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2870705902137583453</id><published>2008-03-22T10:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:46.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-TQZPm4tRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-TrD1muM77g/s1600-h/16339[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180494603487851794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-TQZPm4tRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-TrD1muM77g/s320/16339%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marco Neves, olhares.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lágrimas de dor derramadas por amor&lt;br /&gt;Do jardim das oliveiras ao jardim do repouso&lt;br /&gt;Cristo que chora amargamente pela proximidade do fim&lt;br /&gt;Pedro que após a negação chora angustiado&lt;br /&gt;Verónica, compadecida, limpa o rosto ensanguentado do salvador ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180496823985943842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-TSafm4tSI/AAAAAAAAAaI/6h0Y8XBht4U/s320/Maria%2BJunto%2B%25C3%25A1%2BCruz%5B1%5D.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Maria, a Mulher do sim, Mãe admirável, chora a dor de Seu adorado filho&lt;br /&gt;As piedosas mulheres de Jerusalém, abeirando-se do salvador&lt;br /&gt;Choram os pecados da humanidade&lt;br /&gt;O discípulo amado perde o amigo, morto na cruz e ganha a Mãe aos pés da mesma&lt;br /&gt;Maria de Nazaré contempla suspenso na cruz o Rei de Israel&lt;br /&gt;Nicodemos e José de Arimateia, discípulos da última hora, companheiros da primeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E… por fim as minhas… as lágrimas do arrependimento&lt;br /&gt;Pela facilidade com que vou traindo Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Vendendo-O a troco de uma satisfação momentânea&lt;br /&gt;Esquecendo-O permitindo que o Seu lugar no meu coração tenha outros inquilinos…&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes faltando ao amor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180497068799079730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-TSovm4tTI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/1j6c4D8YuqI/s320/146%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje junto ao túmulo do Teu repouso&lt;br /&gt;Choro agradecido a Tua morte porque me trará a vida&lt;br /&gt;Em plenitude na gloriosa manhã da ressurreição…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero permanecer em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Não permitindo que o ruído das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Cale o grito da dor de Te haver abandonado…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, simplesmente hoje&lt;br /&gt;Permiti-Me que as minhas lágrimas sejam de dor&lt;br /&gt;Derramadas por amor… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2870705902137583453?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2870705902137583453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2870705902137583453' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2870705902137583453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2870705902137583453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/lgrimas.html' title='Lágrimas...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-TQZPm4tRI/AAAAAAAAAaA/-TrD1muM77g/s72-c/16339%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-7997218990991259425</id><published>2008-03-18T22:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:46.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-A-p94dUpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1Ih72Ok9wzM/s1600-h/ks103003[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179208462182994578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-A-p94dUpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1Ih72Ok9wzM/s320/ks103003%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando um ancião dá as últimas instruções ao filho, senta-te junto dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Provérbio samburu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-7997218990991259425?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/7997218990991259425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=7997218990991259425' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7997218990991259425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7997218990991259425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R-A-p94dUpI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/1Ih72Ok9wzM/s72-c/ks103003%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-223976091036769958</id><published>2008-03-14T23:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:46.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9r67N4dUoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v5x_Vfsew54/s1600-h/pe0058868[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177726616861495938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9r67N4dUoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v5x_Vfsew54/s320/pe0058868%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembra-te, não se pode segurar duas melancias debaixo de um braço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Provérbio turco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-223976091036769958?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/223976091036769958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=223976091036769958' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/223976091036769958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/223976091036769958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/lembra-te-no-se-pode-segurar-duas.html' title='...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9r67N4dUoI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v5x_Vfsew54/s72-c/pe0058868%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1269784991388492435</id><published>2008-03-13T13:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:48.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9kfuN4dUnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/f6wl98iPcrM/s1600-h/images[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177204125500002930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9kfuN4dUnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/f6wl98iPcrM/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor nunca foi uma fraqueza: fraqueza é a incapacidade de amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Provérbio árabe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-1269784991388492435?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1269784991388492435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1269784991388492435' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1269784991388492435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1269784991388492435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/amor.html' title='Amor'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9kfuN4dUnI/AAAAAAAAAZo/f6wl98iPcrM/s72-c/images%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8830549681154747300</id><published>2008-03-07T23:28:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:49.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não digas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9HDMN4dUmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FCfuJtGF7ek/s1600-h/imagem+de+Cristo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175132061477720674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9HDMN4dUmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FCfuJtGF7ek/s320/imagem+de+Cristo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não digas a Deus o tamanho do teu problema. Diz ao problema o tamanho do teu Deus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/296443820493044406-8830549681154747300?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8830549681154747300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8830549681154747300' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8830549681154747300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8830549681154747300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-digas.html' title='Não digas...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R9HDMN4dUmI/AAAAAAAAAZg/FCfuJtGF7ek/s72-c/imagem+de+Cristo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2130596408247924842</id><published>2008-03-06T00:42:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T22:37:46.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quadragésima.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O tempo da Quaresma é um tempo de descoberta da nossa identidade como cristãos. É um tempo de encontro connosco próprios e com Deus. É um tempo especial de introspecção e reflexão. Porque não havemos de o fazer aqui, na net, e de uma forma mais comunitária, ajudando-nos uns aos outros?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deste objectivo nasce esta proposta, a "quadragésima.com".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Regras da quadragésima.com:&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="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;1- Ao receber a "quadragésima.com" o blogger deve reflectir na sua relação com Deus e descobrir uma frase, bíblica ou não, que a defina;&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2- Depois de o fazer deve re-escrever num post estas regras, as frases já assinaladas pelos anteriores bloggers (com o respectivo link), e escrever a sua;&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3- No post deve incluir quem deseja convidar (pode e deve manifestá-lo no blog da pessoa convidada);&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4. Não é permitido fazer mais que um convite ao mesmo tempo;&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5- O blogger que, recebendo a "quadragésima.com", não estiver interessado em aceitá-la, deve indicá-lo ao seu emissário para que este lhe dê seguimento através de outro blogger;&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6- Não podem aceitar mais que uma vez a "quadragésima.com"; se o convite aparecer, mesmo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;vindo de outra "frente", devem igualmente informar o emissário do segundo convite;&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;7- A "quadragésima.com" realiza-se em 3 frentes: frente "Deus-Pai"; frente "Jesus"; frente "Espírito Santo"; estas frentes funcionarão quase como equipas, para tentar chegar ao maior número de bloggers possível (não se trata de encontrar vencedores, mas empenhados)&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;8- A "quadragésima.com" será encerrada na Sexta-feira Santa, dia 21 de Março, pelas 12.00 horas, hora em que o último blogger receptor deve endereçá-la, já com a sua frase, a este &lt;a href="http://eupadre.blogspot.com/"&gt;endereço&lt;/a&gt;, para publicitarmos todas as frases que definem a nossa relação com Deus nesta Quaresma de 2008.quadragésima.com – as frases:&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;0. "Eu sou o Bom Pastor. O Bom Pastor dá a vida pelas suas ovelhas." Jo 10, 11 - &lt;a href="http://eupadre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confessionário dum padre&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;frente "Espírito Santo"&lt;/strong&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="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;1. ''De maneira semelhante é que o Espírito vem em socorro da nossa fraqueza, pois não sabemos o que devemos pedir em nossas orações, mas é o próprio Espírito que intercede por nós com gemidos inefáveis''. Rom. 8,26 – &lt;a href="http://partilhas-em-fa-m.blogspot.com/"&gt;Partilhas em Fa menor&lt;/a&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="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;2 - «Fui-vos revelando estas coisas enquanto tenho permanecido convosco; mas o Paráclito, o Espírito Santo que o Pai enviará em meu nome, esse é que vos ensinará tudo, e há-de recordar-vos tudo o que Eu vos disse.» Jo 14,25-26 - &lt;a href="http://queeaverdade.blogspot.com/"&gt;Que é a Verdade ?&lt;/a&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="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;3 - «E eu vos digo: pedi, e dar-se-vos-á; buscai, e achareis; batei, e abrir-se-vos-á. Pois todo aquele que pede, recebe; aquele que procura, acha; e ao que bater, se lhe abrirá. Se um filho pedir um pão, qual o pai entre vós que lhe dará uma pedra? Se ele pedir um peixe, acaso lhe dará uma serpente? Ou se lhe pedir um ovo, dar-lhe-á porventura um escorpião? Se vós, pois, sendo maus, sabeis dar boas coisas a vossos filhos, quanto mais vosso Pai celestial dará o Espírito Santo aos que lho pedirem.» - Lc.11, 9-13 - &lt;a href="http://a-capela.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Capela&lt;/a&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="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;4- "De facto, não temos um Sumo Sacerdote que não possa compadecer-se das nossas fraquezas, pois Ele foi provado em tudo como nós, excepto no pecado." - Hb. 4, 15 - &lt;a href="http://apartilha.blogspot.com/"&gt;A Partilha&lt;/a&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="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;5- «Tenho ainda muitas coisas a dizer-vos, mas não sois capazes de as compreender por agora. Quando Ele vier, o Espírito da Verdade, há-de guiar-vos para a Verdade completa. Ele não falará por si próprio, mas há-de dar-vos a conhecer quanto ouvir e anunciar-vos o que há-de vir. Ele há-de manifestar a minha glória, porque receberá do que é meu e vo-lo dará a conhecer. Tudo o que o Pai tem é meu; por isso é que Eu disse: 'Receberá do que é meu e vo-lo dará a conhecer'.» (Jo.16,12-15) - &lt;a href="http://mafaoli.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mafaoli&lt;/a&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="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;6- «Tu, porém, quando orares, entra no quarto mais secreto e, fechada a porta, reza em segredo a teu Pai» [Mateus 6, 6] - &lt;a href="http://procatequista.blogspot.com/"&gt;ProCatequista&lt;/a&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="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;7- "Dou-vos um novo mandamento: que vos ameis uns aos outros; que vos ameis uns aos outros assim como Eu vos amei. Por isto é que todos conhecerão que sois meus discípulos: se vos amardes uns aos outros." (Jo 13, 34-35) - &lt;a href="http://deusemtudoesempre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Deus em Tudo e Sempre&lt;/a&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="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;8 - É chegada a frase de "Quem quiser ser grande entre vós, faça-se vosso servo e quem quiser ser o primeiro entre vós, faça-se o servo de todos. Pois também o Filho do Homem não veio para ser servido, mas para servir e dar a sua vida em resgate por todos." (Mc 10, 43-45) - &lt;a href="http://sede-de-deus.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sede de Deus &lt;/a&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="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;9 - "Permanecei em Mim, que Eu permaneço em vós. Tal como o ramo não pode dar fruto por si mesmo, mas só permanecendo na videira, assim também acontecerá convosco, se não permanecerdes em Mim. Eu sou a videira; vós, os ramos. Quem permanece em Mim e Eu nele, esse dá muito fruto, pois, sem Mim, nada podeis fazer." (Jo 15,4-5) - &lt;a href="http://rezar-no-estoril.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silêncio para Deus&lt;/a&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="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;10 - "E dizia Jesus: Pai, perdoa-lhes, porque não sabem o que fazem..." Lucas 23,34 - &lt;a href="http://pinguimalegre.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pinguim Alegre&lt;/a&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="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;11 - "Agora permanecem estas três coisas: a fé, a esperança e o amor; mas a maior de todas é o amor." (1ª Carta aos Coríntios 13.) - &lt;a href="http://essagora.wordpress.com/"&gt;Ess'agora&lt;/a&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="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;12."Fui crucificado com Cristo. Por isso, já não sou eu que vivo, é Cristo que vive em mim." (Gl 2, 19-20)&lt;a href="http://osobrinho-sjarroios.blogspot.com/"&gt; O Sobrinho &lt;/a&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="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;13. «Se me amais, guardai os meus mandamentos. E eu rogarei ao Pai, e ele vos dará outro Consolador, para que fique convosco para sempre; O Espírito de verdade, que o mundo não pode receber, porque não o vê nem o conhece; mas vós o conheceis, porque habita convosco, e estará em vós.»(Jo.14,15-17) &lt;a href="http://marialibelinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Libelinha&lt;/a&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="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;14 - "Confia ao Senhor o teu destino, confia nele e Ele há-de ajudar-te" (Sl 37, 5) &lt;a href="http://www.cticho.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cátia &lt;/a&gt;por &lt;a href="http://www.oamordedeus.blogspot.com/"&gt;O Amor de Deus &lt;/a&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="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;15 - "marta, marta, te agobias y te preocupas por muchas cosas cuando solo una es importante", en lucas -&lt;a href="http://tenasantiago.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Amor&lt;/a&gt; [Espanha]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;16 - "Así que, todas las cosas que queráis que los hombres hagan con vosotros, así también haced vosotros con ellos; porque esto es la ley y los profetas." (Mt 7:12) - &lt;a href="http://deferipula.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Ferípula&lt;/a&gt; [Argentina]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;17 - ¿Como vivo mi cuaresma? Tal como lo propone hoy la segunda lectura de la Misa: Levantándome de la muerte, y dejando que la luz de Cristo me ilumine. - &lt;a href="http://cristianmoyahuerta.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Cristian&lt;/a&gt; [Chile]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;18 - "Bem-aventurados os pobres em espírito, porque deles é o reino dos Céus." (Mt 5,3) - &lt;a href="http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;No Cimo da Montanha&lt;/a&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;Gostaria agora de convidar o &lt;a href="http://anawimyeshuah.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://anawimyeshuah.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; para dar continuação a esta reflexão Quaresmal.&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="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2130596408247924842?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2130596408247924842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2130596408247924842' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2130596408247924842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2130596408247924842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/quadragsimacom.html' title='Quadragésima.com'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2434387600378120715</id><published>2008-03-05T23:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:49.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressões do Crepúsculo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R88gqBs9NpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4OT7-U_c1cM/s1600-h/t1799981[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174390403255580306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R88gqBs9NpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4OT7-U_c1cM/s320/t1799981%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"&gt;Pauis de roçarem ânsias pela minh'alma em ouro...&lt;br /&gt;Dobre longínquo de Outros Sinos...&lt;br /&gt;Empalidece o louroTrigo na cinza do poente...&lt;br /&gt;Corre um frio carnal por minh'alma...&lt;br /&gt;Tão sempre a mesma, a Hora!...&lt;br /&gt;Balouçar de cimos de palma!...&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio que as folhas fitam em nós...&lt;br /&gt;Outono delgadoDum canto de vaga ave...&lt;br /&gt;Azul esquecido em estagnado...&lt;br /&gt;Oh que mudo grito de ânsia põe garras na Hora!&lt;br /&gt;Que pasmo de mim anseia por outra coisa que o que chora!&lt;br /&gt;Estendo as mãos para além, mas ao estendê-las já vejo&lt;br /&gt;Que não é aquilo que quero aquilo que desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Címbalos de Imperfeição...&lt;br /&gt;Ó tão antiguidade&lt;br /&gt;A Hora expulsa de si-Tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Onda de recuo que invade&lt;br /&gt;O meu abandonar-me a mim próprio até desfalecer,&lt;br /&gt;E recordar tanto o Eu presente que me sinto esquecer!...&lt;br /&gt;Fluido de auréola, transparente de Foi, oco de ter-se...&lt;br /&gt;O Mistério sabe-me a eu ser outro...&lt;br /&gt;Luar sobre o não-conter-se...&lt;br /&gt;A sentinela é hirta&lt;br /&gt;– A lança que finca no chão&lt;br /&gt;É mais alta do que ela...&lt;br /&gt;Para que é tudo isto...&lt;br /&gt;Dia chão...&lt;br /&gt;Trepadeiras de despropósito lambendo de&lt;br /&gt;Hora os Aléns...&lt;br /&gt;Horizontes fechando os olhos ao espaço em que são elos de erro...&lt;br /&gt;Fanfarras de ópios de silêncios futuros...&lt;br /&gt;Longes trens...&lt;br /&gt;Portões vistos longe...&lt;br /&gt;Através de árvores...&lt;br /&gt;Tão de ferro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Publicado por Sofia Marisa Vasconcelos da Costa Pedro in olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/296443820493044406-2434387600378120715?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2434387600378120715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2434387600378120715' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2434387600378120715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2434387600378120715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/pauis-de-roarem-nsias-pela-minhalma-em.html' title='Impressões do Crepúsculo'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R88gqBs9NpI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/4OT7-U_c1cM/s72-c/t1799981%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2444442927540945638</id><published>2008-03-03T23:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:50.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E mais não digo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R8yBbXFIp0I/AAAAAAAAAZI/h3Xz6YfHoxY/s1600-h/1818786[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173652378993862466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R8yBbXFIp0I/AAAAAAAAAZI/h3Xz6YfHoxY/s320/1818786%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As raparigas precisam mais de beleza do que de inteligência, porque os rapazes podem ver muito melhor do que pensar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Provérbio irlandês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/296443820493044406-2444442927540945638?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2444442927540945638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2444442927540945638' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2444442927540945638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2444442927540945638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/03/e-mais-no-digo.html' title='E mais não digo...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R8yBbXFIp0I/AAAAAAAAAZI/h3Xz6YfHoxY/s72-c/1818786%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6884663190963445360</id><published>2008-02-28T16:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:50.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Como criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R8bUX7xWauI/AAAAAAAAAYw/h9YJ1qG2wKk/s1600-h/OLHARES.com+-+Fotografia+de+Tiago+JoÃ£o+LuÃ&amp;shy;s+Henriques.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172054729728355042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R8bUX7xWauI/AAAAAAAAAYw/h9YJ1qG2wKk/s320/OLHARES.com+-+Fotografia+de+Tiago+Jo%C3%A3o+Lu%C3%ADs+Henriques.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;OLHARES.com - Fotografia de Tiago João Luís Henriques&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como uma criança inocente&lt;br /&gt;Que se entrega ao encanto da natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Sem outro motivo, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Que permanecer na tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;Confiando-te os meus sonhos ou as minhas desilusões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma criança entusiasmada,&lt;br /&gt;Com as mãos abertas para ti,&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava de sorrir, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Só porque me concedes viver este dia,&lt;br /&gt;Dom carinhoso da tua graça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como uma criança descuidada,&lt;br /&gt;Que canta a sua alegria de viver,&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria muito, Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;De permanecer nesta paz indiscritível&lt;br /&gt;Que dás aqueles que a ti se entregam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autor desconhecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6884663190963445360?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6884663190963445360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6884663190963445360' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6884663190963445360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6884663190963445360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/02/como-criana.html' title='Como criança'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R8bUX7xWauI/AAAAAAAAAYw/h9YJ1qG2wKk/s72-c/OLHARES.com+-+Fotografia+de+Tiago+Jo%C3%A3o+Lu%C3%ADs+Henriques.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3973124879766942743</id><published>2008-02-20T23:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:50.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Encruzilhada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R7yqabxWatI/AAAAAAAAAYk/bL5pizrxgQY/s1600-h/1761378[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169193843422554834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R7yqabxWatI/AAAAAAAAAYk/bL5pizrxgQY/s320/1761378%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao longo da vida todos nós nos deparamos com incertezas... dúvidas... encruzilhadas... situações em que temos que fazer opções... que caminho seguir... que rumo tomar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São muitos os caminhos que nos podem conduzir à meta, uns mais directos, rápidos e fáceis, outros mais sinuosos, duros e difíceis...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perante a dúvida que fazer???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-3973124879766942743?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3973124879766942743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3973124879766942743' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3973124879766942743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3973124879766942743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/02/encruzilhada.html' title='Encruzilhada'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R7yqabxWatI/AAAAAAAAAYk/bL5pizrxgQY/s72-c/1761378%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3631299196263137188</id><published>2008-02-19T17:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:50.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... e porque vale a pena... esperar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R7sEsbxWarI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iP-NEMYUpyo/s1600-h/510225%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168730158753278642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R7sEsbxWarI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iP-NEMYUpyo/s320/510225%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo aqui um lindo nascer do sol para recordar que apesar das núvens ele está sempre lá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-3631299196263137188?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3631299196263137188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3631299196263137188' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3631299196263137188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3631299196263137188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/02/e-porque-tudo-vale-pena.html' title='... e porque vale a pena... esperar...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R7sEsbxWarI/AAAAAAAAAYU/iP-NEMYUpyo/s72-c/510225%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6987379195213645318</id><published>2008-02-14T12:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:51.081+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... deTi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje simplesmente porque eu estou ENAMORADO...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166917094143847074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R7STuLxWaqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qSi-mPr_v30/s320/Jesus.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... de Ti...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6987379195213645318?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6987379195213645318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6987379195213645318' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6987379195213645318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6987379195213645318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/02/deti.html' title='... deTi'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R7STuLxWaqI/AAAAAAAAAYM/qSi-mPr_v30/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1296208697366434060</id><published>2008-02-02T13:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:51.274+01:00</updated><title type='text'>APRESENTAÇÃO DO SENHOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R6RnB_Z4iII/AAAAAAAAAX8/TCEqAD5Urj8/s1600-h/jesus_cristo[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162364356770957442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R6RnB_Z4iII/AAAAAAAAAX8/TCEqAD5Urj8/s320/jesus_cristo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quarenta dias após o nascimento de Jesus, em obediência à lei de Moisés (Ex. 13, 11-13), Maria leva o Menino ao templo, a fim de ser oferecido ao Senhor. Toda a oferta implica uma renúncia. Por isso, a Apresentação do Senhor não é um mistério gozoso, mas doloroso. Começa, nesse dia, o mistério de sofrimento, que atingirá o seu ponto culminante no Calvário, quando Jesus, que não foi «poupado» pelo Pai, oferecer o Seu Sangue como sinal da nova e definitiva Aliança. Ao oferecer Jesus, Maria oferece-Se também com Ele. Durante toda a vida de Jesus, estará sempre ao lado do Filho, dando a Sua colaboração para a obra da Redenção.O gesto de Maria, que «oferece», traduz-se em gesto litúrgico, quando ao celebrarmos a Eucaristia, oferecemos «os frutos da terra e do trabalho do homem», símbolo da nossa vida.Antes da Missa, está prevista no Missal a procissão das velas, acesas em honra de Cristo que vem como luz das nações, e ao encontro de quem a Igreja caminha guiada já por essa mesma luz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-1296208697366434060?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1296208697366434060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1296208697366434060' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1296208697366434060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1296208697366434060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/02/apresentao-do-senhor.html' title='APRESENTAÇÃO DO SENHOR'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R6RnB_Z4iII/AAAAAAAAAX8/TCEqAD5Urj8/s72-c/jesus_cristo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4368302998517434546</id><published>2008-01-24T23:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:51.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversão de São Paulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R5kVX_Z4iHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/O0BmN0OLVMY/s1600-h/Paulo+de+Tarso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159178350030784626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R5kVX_Z4iHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/O0BmN0OLVMY/s320/Paulo+de+Tarso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Retirada da Net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A caminho de Damasco, Saulo de Tarso, cai em si após "cair do cavalo" e toma consciência da missão que lhe está destinada. Convertido a Cristo torna-se o Apóstolo dos gentios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Também nós somos sucessivamente convidados e desafiados à conversão, prestes a iniciar o tempo propício à conversão, a quaresma, será que estamos dispostos a "cair do cavalo" convertendo-nos verdadeiramente ao Senhor? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4368302998517434546?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4368302998517434546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4368302998517434546' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4368302998517434546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4368302998517434546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/01/converso-de-so-paulo.html' title='Conversão de São Paulo'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R5kVX_Z4iHI/AAAAAAAAAX0/O0BmN0OLVMY/s72-c/Paulo+de+Tarso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8065555701024037704</id><published>2008-01-17T12:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:51.745+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTO ANTÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R49_wFE2-CI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IXxVBU5BpoQ/s1600-h/TentaÃ§Ãµes+de+Santo+AntÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156480562335512610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R49_wFE2-CI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IXxVBU5BpoQ/s320/Tenta%C3%A7%C3%B5es+de+Santo+Ant%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As tentações de Santo Antão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este insigne pai do monaquismo nasceu no Egipto cerca do ano 250. Depois da morte de seus pais, distribuiu os seus haveres pelos pobres e retirou-se para o deserto, onde começou a sua vida de penitente. Teve numerosos discípulos e trabalhou em defesa da Igreja, animando os confessores na perseguição de Diocleciano e apoiando S. Atanásio na luta contra os arianos. Morreu no ano 356.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-8065555701024037704?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8065555701024037704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8065555701024037704' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8065555701024037704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8065555701024037704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/01/santo-anto.html' title='SANTO ANTÃO'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R49_wFE2-CI/AAAAAAAAAXs/IXxVBU5BpoQ/s72-c/Tenta%C3%A7%C3%B5es+de+Santo+Ant%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3997491398863205573</id><published>2008-01-11T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:51.985+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Audácia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4eChlE2-BI/AAAAAAAAAXM/U79gibu1npM/s1600-h/images[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154231811948607506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4eChlE2-BI/AAAAAAAAAXM/U79gibu1npM/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se deve ter medo de dar um grande passo quando for altura disso. Não se pode atravessar um abismo aos saltinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(David Lloy George - Estadista Inglês)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-3997491398863205573?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3997491398863205573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3997491398863205573' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3997491398863205573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3997491398863205573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/01/audcia.html' title='Audácia'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4eChlE2-BI/AAAAAAAAAXM/U79gibu1npM/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3824788097211950812</id><published>2008-01-10T12:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:52.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SÃO GONÇALO DE AMARANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4X_hlE2-AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kLktXnb9lQE/s1600-h/goncalo[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153806300948658178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4X_hlE2-AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kLktXnb9lQE/s320/goncalo%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Tirada da Net)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu em Tagilde (Guimarães), de pais nobres e piedosos, cerca do ano 1200. Passou a adolescência como aluno na escola arquiepiscopal de Braga e, ordenado sacerdote, foi pároco de S. Paio de Vizela. Durante catorze anos peregrinou na Terra Santa e em Roma e, depois do regresso à pátria, entregou-se à vida eremítica. Mais tarde entrou na Ordem dos Pregadores e exerceu o ministério da pregação com grande fruto das almas. Morreu cerca do ano 1260. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-3824788097211950812?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3824788097211950812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3824788097211950812' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3824788097211950812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3824788097211950812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/01/beato-gonalo-de-amarante.html' title='SÃO GONÇALO DE AMARANTE'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4X_hlE2-AI/AAAAAAAAAXE/kLktXnb9lQE/s72-c/goncalo%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6151277679778533539</id><published>2008-01-06T00:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:52.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Epifania</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4AYjVE29_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/8RUNEGI8FkU/s1600-h/images[3].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152144968943859698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4AYjVE29_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/8RUNEGI8FkU/s320/images%5B3%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Depois, abrindo os seus tesouros, ofereceram-Lhe presentes:ouro, incenso e mirra."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ontem como hoje continuamos a dar presentes a Jesus... será que algum dia perceberemos que o verdadeiro presente que Jesus quer somos nós proprios indivisos????&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/296443820493044406-6151277679778533539?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6151277679778533539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6151277679778533539' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6151277679778533539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6151277679778533539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/01/epifania.html' title='Epifania'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R4AYjVE29_I/AAAAAAAAAW8/8RUNEGI8FkU/s72-c/images%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8982488086455182020</id><published>2008-01-01T00:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:52.865+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Roam-se de inveja...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R3l4OVE299I/AAAAAAAAAWs/IAlITO7QxUY/s1600-h/reveillon_rio-home1[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150279836445898706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R3l4OVE299I/AAAAAAAAAWs/IAlITO7QxUY/s320/reveillon_rio-home1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Todos vocês gostariam de estar onde me encontro - Rio de Janeiro -, oram digam lá que não... como diz o meu sobrinho mais velho - tiveras estudado...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150280540820535266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R3l43VE29-I/AAAAAAAAAW0/IlFnr0BEBWQ/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, como sou vosso amigo, aqui fica uma taça de champanhe...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feliz 2008.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/296443820493044406-8982488086455182020?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8982488086455182020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8982488086455182020' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8982488086455182020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8982488086455182020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2008/01/roam-se-de-inveja.html' title='Roam-se de inveja...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R3l4OVE299I/AAAAAAAAAWs/IAlITO7QxUY/s72-c/reveillon_rio-home1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-808331117803446794</id><published>2007-12-23T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T15:21:51.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mensagem de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje deparei-me com esta mensagem que um grande amigo me enviou, deixo-a aqui com votos sinceros de um FELIZ e SANTO NATAL a todos os meus amigos que com frequência me vão visitando neste meu e vosso espaço.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUISERA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor, neste Natal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;armar uma árvore e nela pendurar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em vez de bolas, os nomes de todos os meus Amigos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os amigos de longe, de perto. Os antigos eos mais recentes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os que vejo a cada dia e os que raramente encontro. Os sempre &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lembrados e os que às vezes ficam esquecidos. Os constantes e os itinerantes. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Das horas difíceis e os das horas alegres. Os que, sem querer eu magoei, ou sem querer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me magoaram. Aqueles a quem conheço profundamente e aqueles de quem conheço apenas a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;aparência. Os que me devem e aqueles a quem muito devo. Meus amigos humildes e meus amigos importantes. Os nomes de todos os que jápassaram pela minha vida. Uma árvore de raízes muito profundas para que os seus nomes nunca sejam arrancados do meu coração. De ramos muito extensos para que novos nomes vindosDe todas as partes venham juntar-se aos existentes. Uma árvore de sombra muito agradável paraque a nossa Amizadeseja um momento de Repouso nas lutas da Vida. Que o Natal esteja vivo em cada dia do ano que se inicia para que possamos juntos viver sempre o Amor e a Fraternidade. Feliz Natal, a todos os meus amigos, aos que o são, e também àqueles que não o querem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eliseu Antão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-808331117803446794?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/808331117803446794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=808331117803446794' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/808331117803446794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R20JYlE298I/AAAAAAAAAWk/uaxnoUadg6Q/s320/Visita%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bendito o Senhor, Deus de Israel *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que visitou e redimiu o seu povo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nos deu um Salvador poderoso *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na casa de David, seu servo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Conforme prometeu pela boca dos seus santos, *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os profetas dos tempos antigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para nos libertar dos nossos inimigos *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E das mãos daqueles que nos odeiam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para mostrar a sua misericórdia a favor dos nossos pais, *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recordando a sua sagrada aliança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E o juramento que fizera a Abraão, nosso pai, *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nos havia de conceder esta graça:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De O servirmos um dia, sem temor, *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livres das mãos dos nossos inimigos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em santidade e justiça na sua presença, *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias da nossa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tu, Menino, serás chamado Profeta do Altíssimo, *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque irás à sua frente a preparar os seus caminhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para dar a conhecer ao seu povo a salvação *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pela remissão dos seus pecados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Graças ao coração misericordioso do nosso Deus, *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que das alturas nos visita como Sol Nascente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para iluminar os que jazem nas trevas e nas sombras da morte *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E dirigir os nossos passos no caminho da paz.&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/296443820493044406-6703992304706393253?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6703992304706393253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6703992304706393253' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6703992304706393253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6703992304706393253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/12/benedictus.html' title='Benedictus'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R20JYlE298I/AAAAAAAAAWk/uaxnoUadg6Q/s72-c/Visita%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4128549403002673473</id><published>2007-12-16T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:53.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>És...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R2Wlh1E297I/AAAAAAAAAWc/5FHPuB3TGME/s1600-h/Andrea+del+Verrocchio+-+SÃ£o+JoÃ£o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144700149942384562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R2Wlh1E297I/AAAAAAAAAWc/5FHPuB3TGME/s320/Andrea+del+Verrocchio+-+S%C3%A3o+Jo%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«És tu Aquele que há-de vir ou devemos esperar outro?»&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/296443820493044406-4128549403002673473?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4128549403002673473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4128549403002673473' 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-296443820493044406.post-6767423639958059528</id><published>2007-12-16T00:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:53.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R2RerVE296I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hGSyVETvapk/s1600-h/1776004[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144340772848859042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R2RerVE296I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hGSyVETvapk/s320/1776004%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Tirada da net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choro de revolta porque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o mundo não Te quer ver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;no rosto do seu semelhante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choro de revolta porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tudo se esvai em festejos exteriores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sem alma e sem sentimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choro de revolta porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;tanta coisa se faz em Teu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sem que verdadeiramente Te queiram envolvido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choro de revolta porque &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mais uma vez vai ser natal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas muitos continuam sem direito ao Natal... &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/296443820493044406-6767423639958059528?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6767423639958059528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6767423639958059528' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6767423639958059528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6767423639958059528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/12/choro.html' title='Choro...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R2RerVE296I/AAAAAAAAAWU/hGSyVETvapk/s72-c/1776004%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1485030049513640194</id><published>2007-12-12T21:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T21:09:35.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Senhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Senhor se eu me engano e minto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se aquilo aquilo a que chamei a vossa verdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;É apenas um novo caminho de vaidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se a plenitude imensa que em mim sinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se a harmonia de tudo a transbordar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se a sensação de tudo a transbordar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se a sensação de força e de pureza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;São a literatura alheia e o meu bem estar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Se me enganei na minha única certeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mandai os vossos anjos rasgar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Em pedaços o meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E que eu vá abandonada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pelos caminhos a sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, Poesia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-1485030049513640194?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1485030049513640194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1485030049513640194' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1485030049513640194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1485030049513640194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/12/senhor.html' title='Senhor'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-921480631284015603</id><published>2007-12-10T02:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:53.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Possível e impossível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R1yQJ89EvXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZOhzRLStKxk/s1600-h/1592_Kopia-DSCN9906[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142143375205776754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R1yQJ89EvXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZOhzRLStKxk/s320/1592_Kopia-DSCN9906%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O possível pergunta ao impossível: Onde é a tua morada?”' O impossível responde: Nos sonhos dos que nada podem" (Tagore)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-921480631284015603?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/921480631284015603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=921480631284015603' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/921480631284015603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/921480631284015603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/12/possvel-e-impossvel.html' title='Possível e impossível'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R1yQJ89EvXI/AAAAAAAAAVU/ZOhzRLStKxk/s72-c/1592_Kopia-DSCN9906%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-5090154981049720458</id><published>2007-11-30T00:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:54.160+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A cidade dos poços...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R09JXsO_1XI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iVOeU8NCW40/s1600-h/PoÃ§o+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138406371212907890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R09JXsO_1XI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iVOeU8NCW40/s320/Po%C3%A7o+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Aquela cidade não era habitada por pessoas, como todas as outras cidades do planeta.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela cidade era habitada por poços. Poços vivos… mas afinal poços.&lt;br /&gt;Os poços distinguiam-se entre si não somente pelo lugar onde estavam escavados, mas também pelo parapeito (a abertura que os ligava ao exterior).&lt;br /&gt;Havia poços ricos e ostensivos com parapeitos de mármore e de metais preciosos; poços humildes de tijolo e madeira e outros mais pobres, simples buracos rasos que se abriam na terra.&lt;br /&gt;A comunicação entre os habitantes da cidade fazia-se de parapeito em parapeito, e as noticias corriam rapidamente de ponta a ponta do povoado.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, chegou à cidade uma «moda» que certamente tinha nascido nalgum pequeno povoado humano.&lt;br /&gt;A nova ideia assinalava que qualquer ser vivo que se prezasse deveria cuidar muito mais do interior do que do exterior. O importante não era o superficial, mas o conteúdo.&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que os poços começaram a encher-se de coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns enchiam-se de jóias, moedas de ouro e pedras preciosas.&lt;br /&gt;Outros, mais práticos, encheram-se de electrodomésticos e aparelhos mecânicos. Outros ainda optaram pela arte, e foram-se enchendo de pinturas, pianos de cauda e sofisticadas esculturas pós-modernas. Finalmente, os intelectuais encheram-se de livros, de manifestos ideológicos e de revistas especializadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O tempo passou.&lt;br /&gt;A maioria dos poços encheu-se a tal ponto que já não podia conter mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;Os poços não eram todos iguais, por isso, embora alguns se tenham conformado, outros pensaram no que teriam de fazer para continuar a meter coisas no seu interior…&lt;br /&gt;Um deles foi o primeiro. Em vez de apertar o conteúdo, lembrou-se de aumentar a sua capacidade alargando-se.&lt;br /&gt;Não passou muito tempo até que a ideia começasse a ser imitada. Todos os poços utilizavam grande parte das suas energias a alargarem-se para criarem mais espaço no seu interior. Um poço, pequeno e afastado do centro da cidade, começou a ver os seus colegas que se alargavam desmedidamente. Ele pensou que se continuassem a alargar-se daquela maneira, dentro em pouco confundir-se-iam os parapeitos dos vários poços e cada um perderia a sua identidade…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez a partir dessa ideia, ocorreu-lhe que outra maneira de aumentar a sua capacidade seria crescer, mas não em largura, antes em profundidade. Fazer-se mais fundo em vez de mais largo. Depressa se deu conta que tudo o que tinha dentro dele lhe impedia a tarefa de aprofundar. Se quisesse ser mais profundo, seria necessário esvaziar-se de todo o conteúdo…&lt;br /&gt;Ao princípio teve medo do vazio. Mas, quando viu que não havia outra possibilidade, depressa se meteu a fazê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;Vazio de posses, o poço começou a tornar-se profundo, enquanto os outros se apoderavam das coisas das quais ele se tinha despojado…&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, algo surpreendeu o poço que crescia para dentro. Dentro, muito no interior e muito fundo… encontrou água!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca antes nenhum poço tinha encontrado água.&lt;br /&gt;O poço venceu a sua surpresa e começou a brincar com a água do fundo, humedecendo as suas paredes, salpicando o seu parapeito e, por ultimo, atirando a água para fora.&lt;br /&gt;A cidade nunca tinha sido regada a não ser pela água da chuva, que na verdade era bastante escassa. Por isso, a terra que estava à volta do poço, revitalizada pela água, começou a despertar.&lt;br /&gt;As sementes das suas entranhas brotaram em forma de erva, de trevos, de flores e de hastezinhas delicadas que depois se transformaram em árvores…&lt;br /&gt;A vida explodiu em cores à volta do poço afastado ao qual começaram a chamar «o Vergel».&lt;br /&gt;Todos lhe perguntavam como tinha conseguido aquele milagre.&lt;br /&gt;- Não é nenhum milagre – respondeu o Vergel. – Deve procurar-se no interior, até ao fundo.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos quiseram seguir o exemplo do Vergel, mas aborreceram-se da ideia quando deram conta de que para serem mais profundos se tinham de esvaziar. Continuaram a encher-se cada vez mais de coisas…&lt;br /&gt;Do outro extremo da cidade, outro poço decidiu correr também o risco de se esvaziar… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138406719105258882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R09Jr8O_1YI/AAAAAAAAAVM/ls8KkDeaQfc/s320/Po%C3%A7o+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E também começou a escavar…&lt;br /&gt;E também chegou à água…&lt;br /&gt;E também salpicou até ao exterior criando um segundo oásis verde no povoado…&lt;br /&gt;- Que vais fazer quando acabar a água? – perguntavam-lhe.&lt;br /&gt;- Não sei o que se passará – respondia ele. – Mas, por agora, quanto mais água tiro, mais água há.&lt;br /&gt;Passaram-se uns meses antes da grande descoberta.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, quase por acaso, os dois poços deram-se conta de que a água que tinham encontrado no fundo de si próprios era a mesma…&lt;br /&gt;Que o mesmo rio que passava por um inundava a profundidade do outro.&lt;br /&gt;Deram-se conta de que se abria para eles uma vida nova.&lt;br /&gt;Não somente podiam comunicar um com o outro de parapeito em parapeito, superficialmente, como todos os outros, mas a busca também os tinha feito descobrir um novo e secreto ponto de contacto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinham descoberto a comunicação profunda que somente conseguem aqueles que têm a coragem de se esvaziar de conteúdos e procurar no fundo do seu ser o que têm para dar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contos para pensar, Jorge Bucay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-5090154981049720458?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/5090154981049720458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=5090154981049720458' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5090154981049720458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5090154981049720458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/cidade-dos-poos.html' title='A cidade dos poços...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R09JXsO_1XI/AAAAAAAAAVE/iVOeU8NCW40/s72-c/Po%C3%A7o+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-9008357842028164356</id><published>2007-11-27T00:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:56.038+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para lá da porta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui vai mais um pouquinho deste reino maravilhoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137301757163984178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0tcusO_1TI/AAAAAAAAAUk/C6mRP_nGrTk/s320/DSCF0269.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Estela escavada na rocha lateral direita das ruinas da Igreja de São Mamede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137300601817781538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0tbrcO_1SI/AAAAAAAAAUc/fXUV-yLabBg/s320/DSCF0294.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Outra foto da mesma Estela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137302826610840898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0tds8O_1UI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ybeLCxF_rBo/s320/DSCF0289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pedras de um possível arco da Igreja de São Mamede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137305304806970722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0tf9MO_1WI/AAAAAAAAAU8/vhXhNkJc77w/s320/DSCF0263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ruínas da Igreja de São Mamede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137303711374103890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0tegcO_1VI/AAAAAAAAAU0/_7Zu8sPyQ7M/s320/DSCF0264.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Outro perfil das ruínas da Igreja de São Mamede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &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/296443820493044406-9008357842028164356?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/9008357842028164356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=9008357842028164356' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/9008357842028164356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/9008357842028164356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-l-da-porta_27.html' title='Para lá da porta...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0tcusO_1TI/AAAAAAAAAUk/C6mRP_nGrTk/s72-c/DSCF0269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3482656720121560596</id><published>2007-11-24T01:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:57.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para lá da porta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0dx2sO_1PI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qEspZBjwHyQ/s1600-h/DSCF0278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136199084440278258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0dx2sO_1PI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qEspZBjwHyQ/s320/DSCF0278.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para lá de qualquer porta esconde-se sempre algo que só nos é revelado se esta se abrir, assim vou tentar abrir a porta deste recanto maravilhoso em que tenho a graça de viver e que guarda segredos que urge partilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As pedras são sempre uma forma excelente de gravar a memória dos tempos, se elas falassem a nossa linguagem por certo teriam muito que nos contar. Inicio hoje uma série de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;postagens&lt;/span&gt; de algumas memórias de tempos de antanho que as pedras trouxeram até nós e que nós corremos o risco de as perder se nada fizermos para as preservar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136201481032029442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0d0CMO_1QI/AAAAAAAAAUM/ugEEZRJSod8/s320/DSCF0312.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Serpente gravada na rocha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Começo por partilhar convosco a primeira das pérolas do Povoado do Baldoeiro, uma serpente gravada numa das muitas rochas de granito existentes na zona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136204590588351762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0d23MO_1RI/AAAAAAAAAUU/ZxR1c5GnB_g/s320/DSCF0311.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(A mesma imagem tirado de mais perto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/296443820493044406-3482656720121560596?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3482656720121560596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3482656720121560596' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3482656720121560596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3482656720121560596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/para-l-da-porta.html' title='Para lá da porta'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0dx2sO_1PI/AAAAAAAAAUE/qEspZBjwHyQ/s72-c/DSCF0278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4904231513126646922</id><published>2007-11-22T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:57.445+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando tudo se cala...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0WPn8O_1OI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kroFwcf60us/s1600-h/Sons+do+SilÃªncio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135668866432619746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0WPn8O_1OI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kroFwcf60us/s320/Sons+do+Sil%C3%AAncio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando tudo se cala em mim&lt;br /&gt;Só Tu segredas ao meu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Vem para mais perto&lt;br /&gt;Aconchega-te no Meu colo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo se cala ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Só a Tua presença me inebria&lt;br /&gt;Com a voz melodiosa que toca&lt;br /&gt;As cordas do meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo se cala em mim&lt;br /&gt;Até as pedras me falam de Ti&lt;br /&gt;Deus amante e fonte de todo o amor&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiro e autêntico...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4904231513126646922?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4904231513126646922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4904231513126646922' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4904231513126646922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4904231513126646922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/quando-tudo-se-cala.html' title='Quando tudo se cala...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/R0WPn8O_1OI/AAAAAAAAAT8/kroFwcf60us/s72-c/Sons+do+Sil%C3%AAncio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8657405772511639375</id><published>2007-11-20T16:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T16:54:03.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo o cuidado é pouco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazendo a visita habitual a alguns blogs, que são minha leitura quase diária, deparei-me com este post no blog da Conceição Bernardino -  &lt;a href="http://amanhecer-palavrasousadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amanhecer-palavrasousadas.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; - e ainda que sem sua autorização achei que era meu dever publicá-lo tembém neste nosso cantinho. Peço desculpa pelo plágio, porém creio que a Conceição e a autora desta postagem não levam a mal a minha ousadia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Leiam até ao fim, especialmente quem tem filhos, sobrinhos, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Infelizmente é este o nosso mundo...Olá a todos,Na Quarta-feira dia 31 de Outubro, véspera de feriado, vim deixar os meus dois filhos do meio (tenho 4 filhos), de 5 e 4 anos, a casa por volta das 18.30 com a minha empregada que estava em casa com a mais pequena e voltei a sair para ir tratar de uns assuntos pessoais. Eram mais ou menos umas 19.00, quando recebo uma chamada de casa, no meu telemóvel; era a minha empregada a perguntar-me se eu tinha pedido a alguém para vir buscar os meus filhos de 4 e 5anos, eu fiquei um bocado confusa na altura, e disse-lhe que não mas porquê, ela respondeu-me que estava um homem no intercomunicador do prédio a dizer que vinha buscar os meus filhos e que tinha mesmo dito o nome deles, comecei a ficar cada vez mais assustada e disse-lhe para lhe perguntar quem era ele e quem o tinha mandado, ao que ele respondeu dizendo que era o João Pereira e que tinha sido a D.Marta (eu) que lhe tinha dito para vir buscar os meninos; ela ia-me contando tudo mas com o intercomunicador desligado, para ele não perceber e eu pedi-lhe para ela lhe perguntar para onde ele queria ir, porque estava na esperança que ele se tivesse enganado no andar e que por muita coincidência houvesse alguém com o mesmo nome que eu e com duas crianças com os mesmos nomes que os meus filhos, mas a minha empregada percebeu que era para lhe perguntar para onde ele ia com as crianças e quando ela fez essa pergunta, quem estava al¡ em baixo, não respondeu mais, e ela ouviu um barulho que possivelmente era a porta da entrada a bater (talvez de alguém que tinha saído).Claro que fui directa à esquadra mais próxima de casa, onde me disseram que não podiam fazer nada, nem tirar impressões digitais, nem sequer apresentar queixa porque, uma tentativa de rapto, não é considerado um crime e que a responsabilidade é toda dos pais, etc etc etc....&lt;br /&gt;Basicamente além de me ter assustado, ainda mais dizendo que estes casos são mais comuns do que se pensa, perguntaram-me a que Jardins públicos eu ía, ao que respondi ao Jardim da estrela e ao jardim da parada em campo de Ourique, e o Polí&amp;shy;cia disse-me que existem pedófilos referenciados nestes Jardins e que ele próprio já tinha visto um homem a tirar fotografias a crianças que não lhe eram nada!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim isto para dizer que o perigo é bem mais real do que aquilo que eu, pelo menos, imaginava! E é por isto que mando este mail com esta história inacreditávelque se passou comigo e que como é óbvio me deixou bastante assustada e muito preocupada.Fomos aconselhados a ir directamente à polí&amp;shy;cia Judiciária e é o que vamos fazer amanhã, fora isto não há muito mais a fazer a não ser espalhar esta história pelo máximo numero de pessoas possí&amp;shy;vel, 1º para estarmos todos com muita atenção, porque pelos vistos isto não se passa só nos filmes, e depois porque tenho esperança que alguém já tenha ouvido um caso parecido e me possa dizer alguma coisa, ou ajudar de alguma maneira!Peço por isso que espalhem este mail por todos os vossos conhecidos e amigos e que se alguém souber de alguma coisa, que me responda para o meu email &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="mailto:marta.lino@sapo.pt" href="mailto:marta.lino@sapo.pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;marta.lino@sapo.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada,&lt;br /&gt;Marta Lino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;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/296443820493044406-8657405772511639375?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8657405772511639375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8657405772511639375' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8657405772511639375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8657405772511639375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/fazendo-visita-habitual-alguns-blogs.html' title='Todo o cuidado é pouco'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-7254424696489882848</id><published>2007-11-17T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:57.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>“O tempo está próximo”.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rz82SuiltwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JG_ELRgAV5Q/s1600-h/criancinhas[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133881795584308994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rz82SuiltwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JG_ELRgAV5Q/s320/criancinhas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;«Tende cuidado; não vos deixeis enganar, pois muitos virão em meu nome e dirão: “sou eu”; e ainda: “O tempo está próximo”. Não os sigais.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lc 21, 8.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Senhor, com quanta facilidade nos deixamos arrastar pelas modas e pelas solicitações do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece tão fácil ceder ás ilúsórias propostas de felicidade e tão dificil escutar a Tua voz, ajuda-nos a apurar o ouvido para a Tua palavra.&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/296443820493044406-7254424696489882848?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/7254424696489882848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=7254424696489882848' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7254424696489882848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7254424696489882848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-tempo-est-prximo.html' title='“O tempo está próximo”.'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rz82SuiltwI/AAAAAAAAAT0/JG_ELRgAV5Q/s72-c/criancinhas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8529816802407465358</id><published>2007-11-08T21:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:58.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ESCULTOR E A TARDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No meio da tarde&lt;br /&gt;Um homem caminha:&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em suas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Se multiplica e brilha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130578497117552722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzN59czzAFI/AAAAAAAAATk/WTkSwLf_Lbw/s320/Homem+caminhando.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo onde ele mora&lt;br /&gt;É completo e denso&lt;br /&gt;Semelhante ao fruto&lt;br /&gt;Interiormente aceso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio da tarde&lt;br /&gt;O escultor caminha:&lt;br /&gt;Por trás de uma porta&lt;br /&gt;Que se abre sozinha&lt;br /&gt;O detino espera. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130579064053235810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzN6eczzAGI/AAAAAAAAATs/o3vM1pU1wI4/s320/produto_00028_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E depois a porta&lt;br /&gt;Se fecha gemendo&lt;br /&gt;Sobre a Primavera.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/296443820493044406-8529816802407465358?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8529816802407465358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8529816802407465358' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8529816802407465358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8529816802407465358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-escultor-e-tarde.html' title='O ESCULTOR E A TARDE'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzN59czzAFI/AAAAAAAAATk/WTkSwLf_Lbw/s72-c/Homem+caminhando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2683805452774567305</id><published>2007-11-06T23:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:59.147+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um pouco do meu rebanho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzD4MWpjkzI/AAAAAAAAATU/JVCtkfOMk1Y/s1600-h/Lousa+Vista+parcial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129872866696991538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzD4MWpjkzI/AAAAAAAAATU/JVCtkfOMk1Y/s320/Lousa+Vista+parcial.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lousa (Vista Parcial)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzDurGpjkxI/AAAAAAAAATE/Nee98UnbMAs/s1600-h/Matriz+da+Lousa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129862399861691154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzDurGpjkxI/AAAAAAAAATE/Nee98UnbMAs/s320/Matriz+da+Lousa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Igreja Matriz da Lousa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129862790703715106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzDvB2pjkyI/AAAAAAAAATM/p0LWXVMO1e0/s320/Capela+de+Santo+Ant%C3%B3nio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Capela de Santo António (Lousa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-2683805452774567305?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2683805452774567305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2683805452774567305' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2683805452774567305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2683805452774567305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/mais-um-pouco-do-meu-rebanho.html' title='Mais um pouco do meu rebanho'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RzD4MWpjkzI/AAAAAAAAATU/JVCtkfOMk1Y/s72-c/Lousa+Vista+parcial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1521712958099595498</id><published>2007-11-03T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:59.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumo a novas comunidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyzruWpjkvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TLV4gvPsHJ0/s1600-h/CabeÃ§a+Boa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128733257254540018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyzruWpjkvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TLV4gvPsHJ0/s320/Cabe%C3%A7a+Boa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio, Senhor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que no termo do caminho já não há caminho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o fim da peregrinação. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que no termo da escalada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já não há escalada, mas cume do monte. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que no termo da noite &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já não há noite, mas aurora. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio, Senhor, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que no termo do Inverno &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já não há Inverno, mas primavera. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que após o desespero &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já não há desespero, mas esperança.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que no termo da espera &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já não há espera, mas encontro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que depois da morte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;já não há morte, mas vida. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creio que no termo da humanidade:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não haverá mais o homem velho, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas estarás Tu, ó Cristo Jesus, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deus feito homem &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e serás a Vida plena e abundante do Homem Novo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Joseph Folliet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128732698908791522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyzrN2pjkuI/AAAAAAAAASs/U4CCdOUl_U4/s320/Igreja+Matriz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como dizia no post de 26 de Outubro fui recentemente nomeado pároco de quatro novas paróquias deixadas vagas pela morte de um colega, hoje tomei posse de duas delas.&lt;br /&gt;Iniciei a minha missão de pároco celebrando uma eucaristia em memória do meu antecessessor. Foi um dia em que vivi uma mescla de emoções, por um lado a dor solidária dos familiares do meu defunto colega, por outro a alegria sincera de um povo acolhedor que me recebeu de braços abertos e ainda pelo facto de ter conhecido pessoalmente alguém que já conhecia da blogoesfera,  que por coincidência é sobrinha(o) do meu antecessessor. Creio poder dizer que foi um dia em cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-1521712958099595498?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1521712958099595498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1521712958099595498' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1521712958099595498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1521712958099595498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/rumo-novas-comunidades.html' title='Rumo a novas comunidades'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyzruWpjkvI/AAAAAAAAAS0/TLV4gvPsHJ0/s72-c/Cabe%C3%A7a+Boa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-5716042604140898371</id><published>2007-11-02T00:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:03:59.778+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem são...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RypcrmpjktI/AAAAAAAAASk/Yup4N0RyCkw/s1600-h/AcÃ³litos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128013029893706450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RypcrmpjktI/AAAAAAAAASk/Yup4N0RyCkw/s320/Ac%C3%B3litos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Esses que estão vestidos de túnicas brancas,quem são e de onde vieram?».&lt;/div&gt;«São os que vieram da grande tribulação,os que lavaram as túnicas e as branquearam no sangue do Cordeiro».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ap 7, 13-14.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-5716042604140898371?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/5716042604140898371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=5716042604140898371' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5716042604140898371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5716042604140898371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/11/quem-so.html' title='Quem são...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RypcrmpjktI/AAAAAAAAASk/Yup4N0RyCkw/s72-c/Ac%C3%B3litos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4146757444284446224</id><published>2007-10-31T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:00.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui e vim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyiWgGpjksI/AAAAAAAAASc/HGTQv4HToy8/s1600-h/gruta[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127513654046200514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyiWgGpjksI/AAAAAAAAASc/HGTQv4HToy8/s320/gruta%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui com uma grande ânsia de encontrar - Te&lt;br /&gt;Mãe Santíssima, na busca da calma&lt;br /&gt;que sempre envolve o lugar em que te encontras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vim com a alma serena&lt;br /&gt;na certeza de que quem se confia nas tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;encontra força para o caminho a percorrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui carregado de mil pedidos de orações&lt;br /&gt;que junto de Teus pés deveria depositar.&lt;br /&gt;E vim satisfeito porque sei que só Tu podes serenar&lt;br /&gt;as dores e angústias que habitam os corações.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-4146757444284446224?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4146757444284446224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4146757444284446224' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4146757444284446224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4146757444284446224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/fui-e-vim.html' title='Fui e vim...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyiWgGpjksI/AAAAAAAAASc/HGTQv4HToy8/s72-c/gruta%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6649434792299746529</id><published>2007-10-26T18:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:00.505+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos pés da MÃE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyIcj2pjkrI/AAAAAAAAASU/emOmL6z6jzM/s1600-h/Lourdes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125690728191857330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyIcj2pjkrI/AAAAAAAAASU/emOmL6z6jzM/s320/Lourdes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fui recentemente nomeado pároco de mais 4 paróquias que vagaram após a morte de um colega, a partir de amanhã encontro-me em peregrinação a Nossa Senhora de Lurdes com um grupo de 56 paroquianos, desloco-me aos pés da MÃE para dela receber forças para mais este encargo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Confio-me ás vossas orações amigas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-6649434792299746529?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6649434792299746529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6649434792299746529' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6649434792299746529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6649434792299746529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/aos-ps-da-me.html' title='Aos pés da MÃE'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RyIcj2pjkrI/AAAAAAAAASU/emOmL6z6jzM/s72-c/Lourdes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8368493795013871179</id><published>2007-10-24T16:39:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:00.933+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... e porque hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rx9buU3egHI/AAAAAAAAARo/xDh54oyOFoo/s1600-h/3494_Kopia-DSCN4246[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124915752404418674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rx9buU3egHI/AAAAAAAAARo/xDh54oyOFoo/s320/3494_Kopia-DSCN4246%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E porque hoje simplesmente me apetece&lt;br /&gt;sentar-me nas margens do rio&lt;br /&gt;e desfrutar da melodia da água que corre&lt;br /&gt;sentir-me pequena gota neste imenso mar&lt;br /&gt;onde revoltas ondas me açoitam... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124916289275330706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rx9cNk3egJI/AAAAAAAAAR4/yljpuT22O34/s320/China1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque hoje o repouso me desafia&lt;br /&gt;a depôr as armas de uma guerra&lt;br /&gt;que também é Tua&lt;br /&gt;em silêncio admiro a vegetação&lt;br /&gt;que me fala de Ti, da Tua presença&lt;br /&gt;em tudo o que me envolve...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124916662937485474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rx9cjU3egKI/AAAAAAAAASA/SesArbU0z0c/s320/s240x240%5B4%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque hoje a voz silêncio&lt;br /&gt;cala fundo o ruído que rodeia&lt;br /&gt;e desperta o sentimento de Te adorar&lt;br /&gt;limito-me a escutar os trinados&lt;br /&gt;das aves que em voos rasantes&lt;br /&gt;por instantes repousam em mim o seu olhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-8368493795013871179?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8368493795013871179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8368493795013871179' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8368493795013871179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8368493795013871179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-porque-hoje.html' title='... e porque hoje...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rx9buU3egHI/AAAAAAAAARo/xDh54oyOFoo/s72-c/3494_Kopia-DSCN4246%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-8683506509486950953</id><published>2007-10-22T18:07:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T18:18:08.848+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Insensato</title><content type='html'>"...Insensato! Esta noite terás de entregar a tua alma. O que preparaste, para quem será?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lc 12, 20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Senhor, o apego aos bens materiais conduz-nos inexoravelmente para longe de Ti, visto que nos faz acreditar que a salvação consiste em amealhar sempre mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Senhor ensina-me a lutar contra a avareza para que saiba partilhar com os mais necessitados os bens que me concedes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-8683506509486950953?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/8683506509486950953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=8683506509486950953' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8683506509486950953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/8683506509486950953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/insensato.html' title='Insensato'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-6582614247110850487</id><published>2007-10-18T14:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:01.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Confiança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rxdbsk3egGI/AAAAAAAAARg/OQ-u1ll6QXw/s1600-h/Escalando+o+monte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122663922525962338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rxdbsk3egGI/AAAAAAAAARg/OQ-u1ll6QXw/s320/Escalando+o+monte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Se sentes vacilar a fé pela violência da tempestade, acalma-te: Deus te guarda! Se cada hora que passa cai no nada sem nunca mais retornar, acalma-te: Deus permanece! Se o teu coração está agitado e dominado pela tristeza, acalma-te: Deus perdoa! Se a morte te assusta e temes o mistério e a sombra do sono nocturno, acalma-te: Deus acorda! Deus escuta-nos quando nada nos responde; está connosco quando pensamos estar sós; ama-nos, quando nos abandonamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Santo Agostinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/296443820493044406-6582614247110850487?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/6582614247110850487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=6582614247110850487' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6582614247110850487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/6582614247110850487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/confiana.html' title='Confiança'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rxdbsk3egGI/AAAAAAAAARg/OQ-u1ll6QXw/s72-c/Escalando+o+monte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-5353282490381839615</id><published>2007-10-14T00:47:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:01.455+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Hora por DARFUR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Participa e divulga!!! Darfur Agradece-te! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vIZMJ9tIFZ4/Rw_p3LZ7GlI/AAAAAAAAA5U/FzevjLxZIVU/s1600-h/olha+a+hora.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120959761107288146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RxFNxU3egFI/AAAAAAAAARY/9zHB5xdb-oY/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 24 de Novembro às 21.30h o grupo Fé e Missão, em comunhão com outros grupos de jovens organiza uma hora pelo Darfur em VN Famalicão, Coimbra, Santarém.É uma hora de informação, reflexão e oração para recordar o Drama humanitário que se vive no Darfur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queres fazer parte desta HORA?&lt;br /&gt;Associa-te a nós, onde estiveres!&lt;br /&gt;O que te propomos de fazer nesse dia, nessa hora (ou outro dia e outra hora):· Passa uma hora (ou só um momento) de oração pelo Darfur, no teu quarto, na rua, com os amigos;Ou&lt;br /&gt;· Com o teu grupo de jovens, organiza uma hora por Darfur na tua paróquia e convida todas as pessoas a participarem;&lt;br /&gt;O que te podemos oferecer (se o desejares e pedires):&lt;br /&gt;· Esquema de HORA (a modificar ao vosso gosto).&lt;br /&gt;· Material a utilizar (vídeo, PPT, textos explicativos, …)&lt;br /&gt;Entra nesta onda!&lt;br /&gt;OLHA A HORA!&lt;br /&gt;Está na hora de agir!&lt;br /&gt;Basta uma HORA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além desta iniciativa, eis outras em que podes participar:&lt;br /&gt;Imprimir e assinar: &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pordarfur.org/htmls/EElyypFpZEixFpxrrw.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Petição à presidência da união&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pordarfur.org/htmls/EElyypFpZEixFpxrrw.shtml" target="_blank"&gt; europeia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.ipetitions.com/petition/porDarfur/" target="_blank"&gt;Assinar on line: Petição à presidência da União Europeia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escrever uma carta: &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://eu-estou-aki.blogspot.com/2007/09/por-amoruma-carta.html" target="_blank"&gt;Uma carta sobre o Darfur, apelando à presidência da união Europeia &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.blogger.com/www.pordarfur.org/htmls/EElAAFVEAyrhsxTJdj.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;Ajudar numa escola no Darfur &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Divulga estas iniciativas aos teus contactos e participa!&lt;br /&gt;Para todas as informações e pedidos:&lt;br /&gt;Leonel Claro / CVJ – Missionários Combonianos&lt;br /&gt;Areeiro - 3030-168&lt;br /&gt;CoimbraTel: 239701172 / Mail: &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="mailto:jovemissio@gmail.com" target="_blank"&gt;jovemissio@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E visita:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.pordarfur.org/" target="_blank"&gt;PorDarfur&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://jovensemissao.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Jovens e Missão&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Regularmente vamos actualisando a lista dos grupos (ou indivíduos) que aderirem a esta iniciativa na página &lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://feemissao.blogspot.com/index.html#6526622154149306794" target="_blank"&gt;Uma Hora porDARFUR.&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-5353282490381839615?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/5353282490381839615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=5353282490381839615' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5353282490381839615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5353282490381839615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/participa-e-divulga-darfur-agradece-te.html' title='Uma Hora por DARFUR'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RxFNxU3egFI/AAAAAAAAARY/9zHB5xdb-oY/s72-c/images%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-5006957265339817786</id><published>2007-10-09T21:20:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:02.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwvZxU3egBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wphvrUFksB0/s1600-h/Coqueiros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119424842874912786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwvZxU3egBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wphvrUFksB0/s320/Coqueiros.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi as águas os cabos vi as ilhas&lt;br /&gt;E o longo baloiçar dos coqueirais&lt;br /&gt;Vi lagunas azuis como safiras&lt;br /&gt;Rápidas aves furtivos animais&lt;br /&gt;Vi prodígios espantos maravilhas&lt;br /&gt;Vi homens nus bailando nos areais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119425332501184546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwvaN03egCI/AAAAAAAAARA/p1T-lIDayug/s320/images%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ouvi o fundo som das suas falas&lt;br /&gt;Que já nenhum de nós entendeu mais&lt;br /&gt;Vi ferros e vi setas e vi lanças&lt;br /&gt;Oiro também à flor das ondas finas&lt;br /&gt;E o diverso fulgor de outros metais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119425654623731762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rwvagk3egDI/AAAAAAAAARI/nKgi2DTjTRQ/s320/images%5B2%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vi pérolas e conchas e corais&lt;br /&gt;Desertos fontes trémulas campinas&lt;br /&gt;Vi o rosto de Eurydice das neblinas&lt;br /&gt;Vi o frescor das coisas naturais&lt;br /&gt;Só do Preste João não vi sinais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As ordens que levava não cumpri&lt;br /&gt;E assim contando tudo quanto vi&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se tudo errei ou descobri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen, Obra Poética&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-5006957265339817786?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/5006957265339817786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=5006957265339817786' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5006957265339817786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5006957265339817786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/vi.html' title='Vi...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwvZxU3egBI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/wphvrUFksB0/s72-c/Coqueiros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-7218643886027861832</id><published>2007-10-08T21:54:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:02.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Bom Samaritano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwqMJk3egAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6SKgTov-XkY/s1600-h/bom_samaritano[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119058022603063298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwqMJk3egAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6SKgTov-XkY/s320/bom_samaritano%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Tirada da internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... " Ele respondeu: "Aquele que usou de misericórdia para com ele". Jesus disse-lhe: "Vai, e também tu, faz o mesmo".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lc 10, 37.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-7218643886027861832?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/7218643886027861832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=7218643886027861832' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7218643886027861832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7218643886027861832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-bom-samaritano.html' title='O Bom Samaritano'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwqMJk3egAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/6SKgTov-XkY/s72-c/bom_samaritano%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-3076886395370836623</id><published>2007-10-07T22:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:02.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Senhor, aumenta a nossa fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwlD0k3ef_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DjXNY90jgqI/s1600-h/glcn002576051594[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118697022011899890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwlD0k3ef_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DjXNY90jgqI/s320/glcn002576051594%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Senhor, aumenta a nossa fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacilante entre avanços e recuos na tua direcção,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma fé que se fragiliza com as investidas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que teimosamente insiste em não te reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e desesperadamente Te quer para sempre ausente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numa ausência que não incomode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, aumenta a nossa fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no projecto de salvação que tens para cada um de nós,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um projecto para o qual contas com o nosso envolvimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que não se realiza sem a nossa persistência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor, aumenta a nossa fé&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;num mundo maior e melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;onde os irmãos se entendam e partilhem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as suas dores e alegrias dando lugar a um reino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de Amor e de Paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-3076886395370836623?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/3076886395370836623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=3076886395370836623' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3076886395370836623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/3076886395370836623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/senhor-aumenta-nossa-f.html' title='Senhor, aumenta a nossa fé'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwlD0k3ef_I/AAAAAAAAAQo/DjXNY90jgqI/s72-c/glcn002576051594%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-5910480189257122884</id><published>2007-10-06T17:23:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:02.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TARGARDT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rwesp03ef-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mOWd3E5kFLA/s1600-h/menina[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118249336095801314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rwesp03ef-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mOWd3E5kFLA/s320/menina%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEÇO-TE QUE NÃO PASSES ESTE MAIL SEM LERES!&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã podes ser tu a precisar.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo teor de carácter de ajuda agradeço que leiam e divulguem pelos contactos.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada e bem hajam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exmo(a) Senhor(a)&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nos arredores de Lisboa e sou pai de uma menina, agora com 7 anos, que é portadora da doença de TARGARDT (degeneração da mácula), o que faz com que perca a visão central ), doença essa que é actualmente incurável, mesmo no estrangeiro. Como não é fácil obter informações a nível nacional, resta-me a Internet para adquirir um conhecimento mais profundo que me ajude a lidar com esta doença, pois mesmo em Lisboa a única ajuda que me foi facultada foi de uma associação (mais concretamente a Associação de Retinopatias de Portugal), associação essa que também padece do problema de falta de apoio, pois é uma entidade privada. O grande objectivo deste mail é tentar arranjar maneira de contactar pessoalmente, familiares ou amigos dessas pessoas que sofram da mesma ou semelhante doença, para fazer um rastreio, com um único pensamento: - Difundir e trocar informações acerca desta doença. POR FAVOR divulguem este mail pelos vossos contactos e/ou se tiverem conhecimento pessoal de um caso semelhante, agradecia que me contactassem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:rgoncalves@ruralinf.pt"&gt;mailto:rgoncalves@ruralinf.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MUITO E MUITO OBRIGADO&lt;br /&gt;Rui Gonçalves&lt;br /&gt;P.F., não ignorem a mensagem. Ler e reencaminhar não custa nada.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi-me enviado hoje este mail por um colega peço a todos que visitam este espaço se acharem conveniente o publiquem nos vossos cantinhos. Obrigado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-5910480189257122884?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/5910480189257122884/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=5910480189257122884' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5910480189257122884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/5910480189257122884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/peo-te-que-no-passes-este-mail-sem.html' title='TARGARDT'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/Rwesp03ef-I/AAAAAAAAAQg/mOWd3E5kFLA/s72-c/menina%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-2872912245861854962</id><published>2007-10-04T03:01:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:03.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>São Francisco de Assís</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwQ8kE3ef9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/dpZMAfLKp0M/s1600-h/SÃ£o+Francisco+e+Santo+AndrÃ©,+em+quadro+de+El+Greco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117281667079110610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwQ8kE3ef9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/dpZMAfLKp0M/s320/S%C3%A3o+Francisco+e+Santo+Andr%C3%A9,+em+quadro+de+El+Greco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;São Francisco e Santo André, em quadro de El Greco (Tirada da Internet)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;Nasceu em Assis, no ano 1182. Depois de uma juventude leviana, converteu se a Cristo, renunciou a todos os bens paternos e entregou se inteiramente a Deus. Abraçou a pobreza para seguir mais perfeitamente o exemplo de Cristo e pregava a todos o amor de Deus. Formou os seus companheiros com normas excelentes, inspiradas no Evangelho, que foram aprovadas pela Sé Apostólica. Fundou também uma Ordem de religiosas e uma Ordem Terceira para seculares; e promoveu a pregação da fé entre os infiéis. Morreu em 1226.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;O Cântico das Criaturas (ou Cântico do Irmão Sol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Altíssimo, omnipotente, bom Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;teus são o louvor, a glória e a honra e toda bênção.&lt;br /&gt;A ti somente, Altíssimo, são devidos&lt;br /&gt;e homem algum é digno de te mencionar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvado sejas, meu Senhor, com todas as tuas criaturas, especialmente meu senhor o irmão sol&lt;br /&gt;que, com luz, ilumina o dia e a nós.&lt;br /&gt;E ele é belo e radiante com grande esplendor:&lt;br /&gt;de ti, Altíssimo, carrega significação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvado sejas, meu Senhor, pela irmã luz e as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;no céu as formaste claras e preciosas e belas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvado sejas, meu Senhor, pelo irmão vento&lt;br /&gt;e pelo ar e nublado e sereno e todo o tempo&lt;br /&gt;pelo qual dás sustento às tuas criaturas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvado sejas, meu Senhor, pela irmã água&lt;br /&gt;que é muito útil e humilde e preciosa e casta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvado sejas, meu Senhor, pelo irmão fogo&lt;br /&gt;pelo qual iluminas a noite e ele é belo e jucundo e robusto e forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvado sejas, meu Senhor, pela irmã nossa mãe terra&lt;br /&gt;que nos sustenta e governa e produz diversos frutos&lt;br /&gt;com coloridas flores e ervas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvado sejas, meu Senhor, por aqueles&lt;br /&gt;que perdoam por teu amor&lt;br /&gt;e suportam enfermidades e tribulações.&lt;br /&gt;Bem-aventurados aqueles que sustentam a paz porque por ti, Altíssimo, serão coroados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvado sejas, meu Senhor, pela irmã nossa morte corporal&lt;br /&gt;da qual nenhum homem vivente pode escapar.&lt;br /&gt;Infelizes aqueles que morrem em pecado mortal;&lt;br /&gt;bem-aventurados aqueles&lt;br /&gt;que se encontram em tua santíssima vontade&lt;br /&gt;porque a morte segunda não lhes fará mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louvai e bendizei a meu Senhor&lt;br /&gt;e agradecei e servi-o com grande humildade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;São Francisco de Assis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/296443820493044406-2872912245861854962?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/2872912245861854962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=2872912245861854962' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2872912245861854962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/2872912245861854962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/so-francisco-de-asss.html' title='São Francisco de Assís'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwQ8kE3ef9I/AAAAAAAAAQY/dpZMAfLKp0M/s72-c/S%C3%A3o+Francisco+e+Santo+Andr%C3%A9,+em+quadro+de+El+Greco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-7570143999868348023</id><published>2007-10-03T22:57:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T23:06:49.609+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Comentários</title><content type='html'>Prezados amigos que tanto me honrais com as vossas visitas venho  pedir a vossa compreensão e informar-vos que a partir de hoje todos os comentários que sejam feitos aos posts serão observados antes de serem publicados. Não vejam nisto nenhum género de censura mas como todos vocês sabem a internet presta-se a muitas coisas. Recentemente fui alvo de algumas acusações difamatórias neste nosso espaço e como tal terei que tomar algumas providências para que não torne a acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certo da vossa compreensão, vosso irmão em Cristo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/296443820493044406-7570143999868348023?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/7570143999868348023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=7570143999868348023' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7570143999868348023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/7570143999868348023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/comentrios.html' title='Comentários'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-1067214629059231321</id><published>2007-10-02T21:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:03.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tamanho das Pessoas mede-se pelas suas acções...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwKhJk3ef8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jrad0xcVz3g/s1600-h/pela+vida+carlinhos[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116829312533561282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwKhJk3ef8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jrad0xcVz3g/s320/pela%2Bvida%2Bcarlinhos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(retirada da net)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem quatro meses de vida e trava neste momento uma luta com a vida... encontra-se no Hospital Pediátrico de Coimbra, é natural da Sertã, Concelho de Proença-a-Nova, e necessita urgentemente de um transplante de medula óssea, Todos somos chamados a defender a vida, por isso aqui fica o apelo:&lt;br /&gt;Vamos todos ajudar o pequenino Carlos!&lt;br /&gt;E para ajudar basta ter entre 18 e 45 anos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pais e amigos estão a apelar á solidariedade de todos,&lt;br /&gt;para que se mobilizem com vista a uma recolha de sangue&lt;br /&gt;para encontrar um dador de medula óssea compativel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Câmara Municipal de Proença a Nova&lt;br /&gt;está empenhada na divulgação e recolha&lt;br /&gt;de inscrições para dadores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na Sertã as incrições podem ser feitas em:&lt;br /&gt;- Oculista Jacinto&lt;br /&gt;- Creche jardim escola Santa Casa da Misericórdia&lt;br /&gt;E todos os que quiserem e puderem ajudar esta criança que luta pela vida,&lt;br /&gt;podem fazê-lo enviando mail para:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:pelavidadocarlinhos@gmail.com"&gt;pelavidadocarlinhos@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras informações, podem contactar - Paulo - 96 706 82 01&lt;br /&gt;O Carlinhos precisa de VIVER!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ajuda-lo para que um dia possa dizer - Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Folheava o Jornal Reconquista (Semanário regional), que já nem era da semana que passou, procurava uma notícia, quando me deparei com este apelo: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bebé precisa de ajuda urgente&lt;br /&gt;Não podia ficar indiferente,&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe se não sou eu, ou tu&lt;br /&gt;o dador que o Carlinhos precisa!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Publicada por elsa nyny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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-size:85%;"&gt;Chegado a casa fui fazer a minha costumeira visita aos cantinhos amigos e deparei com este post da Elsa no seu cantinho: eu-estou-aki.blogspot.com, fiquei sensibilizado e sem demoras copiei-o e publiquei-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Como diz o titulo deste post de hoje sejamos enormes praticando uma acção tão linda que começa com uma dádiva de sangue.&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/296443820493044406-1067214629059231321?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/1067214629059231321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=1067214629059231321' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1067214629059231321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/1067214629059231321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-tamanho-das-pessos-mede-se-pelas-suas.html' title='O Tamanho das Pessoas mede-se pelas suas acções...'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwKhJk3ef8I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/jrad0xcVz3g/s72-c/pela%2Bvida%2Bcarlinhos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-296443820493044406.post-4635396010542416121</id><published>2007-10-01T21:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:04:03.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Teresinha do Menino Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwFJ7U3ef7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/H121NFdeUNw/s1600-h/rosas[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116451935232098226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwFJ7U3ef7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/H121NFdeUNw/s320/rosas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nasceu em Alençon (França) no ano 1873. Entrou ainda muito jovem no mosteiro das Carmelitas de Lisieux e exercitou se de modo singular na humildade, simplicidade evangélica e confiança em Deus, virtudes que também procurou inculcar especialmente nas noviças do seu mosteiro. Morreu a 30 de Setembro de 1897, oferecendo a sua vida pela salvação das almas e pela Igreja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oração de Santa Teresinha ao Menino Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ó Menino, meu único tesoiro!Abandono-me aos teus divinos caprichos e não quero outra alegria senão a de fazer-Te sorrir.Imprime em mim as tuas graças e virtudes infantis,para que, no dia do meu nascimento no céu,os Anjos e os Santos reconheçam em mima tua pequena esposa,Teresa do menino Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Site Oficial da Visita das Relíquias de Santa Teresinha do Menino Jesus a Portugal.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/296443820493044406-4635396010542416121?l=nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/feeds/4635396010542416121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=296443820493044406&amp;postID=4635396010542416121' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4635396010542416121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/296443820493044406/posts/default/4635396010542416121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nocimodamontanha.blogspot.com/2007/10/santa-teresinha-do-menino-jesus.html' title='Santa Teresinha do Menino Jesus'/><author><name>pe.cl</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03588621996735067208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/7660/4353/271/z/232460/gse_multipart55886.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zbxX1eil_sM/RwFJ7U3ef7I/AAAAAAAAAQI/H121NFdeUNw/s72-c/rosas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
