<?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-7901968123943744906</id><updated>2012-06-02T00:25:17.389+01:00</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='devaneios'/><category term='Praga'/><category term='Paris'/><category term='Madeira'/><category term='Crianças'/><category term='Capri Itália'/><category term='Açores'/><category term='San Gimignano'/><category term='Poesia'/><category term='Roma'/><category term='S.Tomé e Príncipe'/><category term='Barcelona'/><category term='Cabo Verde'/><category term='praia'/><title type='text'>maris</title><subtitle type='html'>Seguir Viagem.
Recorro a fotos, aos papelinhos que escrevo e a todas as cábulas típicas de turistas,de forma a perpetuar cada escapada. Mas fui aprendendo que a forma mais pura de relembrar viagens é tão-somente através do pensamento, como se “ainda lá ficasse depois de ter partido”.
Por isso as minhas viagens não acabam no dia do regresso a casa, prolongar-se-ão sempre que me apetecer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>111</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-8050652491362178574</id><published>2012-05-30T19:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-30T19:38:30.872+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Poesia de Álvaro de Campos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Ah, as horas indecisas em que a minha vida parece de um outro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As horas do crepúsculo no terraço dos cafés cosmopolitas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na hora de olhos húmidos em que se acendem as luzes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E o cansaço sabe vagamente a uma febre passada."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-8050652491362178574?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/8050652491362178574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/poesia-de-alvaro-de-campos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/8050652491362178574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/8050652491362178574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/poesia-de-alvaro-de-campos.html' title='Poesia de Álvaro de Campos'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-7076479818954482341</id><published>2012-05-21T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-21T23:54:50.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WspYyR1bDSA/T7rHO3eLXBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ssl80PkIcWA/s1600/6856641848_203c68a119_c_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WspYyR1bDSA/T7rHO3eLXBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ssl80PkIcWA/s320/6856641848_203c68a119_c_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Viajar: aprender a ver. Saber sentir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-7076479818954482341?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/7076479818954482341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/viajar-aprender-ver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/7076479818954482341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/7076479818954482341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/viajar-aprender-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WspYyR1bDSA/T7rHO3eLXBI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ssl80PkIcWA/s72-c/6856641848_203c68a119_c_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-3591966775625016388</id><published>2012-05-06T20:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-06T20:46:07.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Mãe, cada palavra que me ensinaste repete mil vezes o teu nome."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; José Luís Peixoto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; in&lt;/i&gt; A Casa, a Escuridão&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/7901968123943744906-3591966775625016388?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/3591966775625016388/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/mae-cada-palavra-que-me-ensinaste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3591966775625016388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3591966775625016388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/mae-cada-palavra-que-me-ensinaste.html' title=''/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-5872598065897885748</id><published>2012-05-06T20:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-06T20:36:29.772+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Havia tanto para dizer&amp;nbsp; mas são palavras que se me calam porque atingem outro plano, outra dimensão quase transcendente.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mãe…é o sentir, o respirar e o ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-5872598065897885748?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/5872598065897885748/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/mae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/5872598065897885748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/5872598065897885748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/mae.html' title='Mãe.'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-1554876797695267874</id><published>2012-05-05T23:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-05T23:30:27.383+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Super Lua</title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Noite de Super Lua.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sentada de pernas à chinês, a folhear livros com pó e com o cheiro a poemas antigos que a cada passo merecem ser lidos e tocados como se fosse a primeira vez.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-1554876797695267874?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/1554876797695267874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/super-lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1554876797695267874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1554876797695267874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/super-lua.html' title='Super Lua'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-1244107177897834360</id><published>2012-05-03T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-03T16:11:07.803+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>O mundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O nosso mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; (...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que importa o mundo e as ilusões defuntas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que importa o mundo e seus orgulhos vãos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O mundo, Amor? ...As nossas bocas juntas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-1244107177897834360?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/1244107177897834360/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/o-mundo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1244107177897834360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1244107177897834360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/o-mundo.html' title='O mundo?'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-8004995862325999663</id><published>2012-05-01T15:31:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2012-05-01T15:31:47.869+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>Prazeres da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMnteLKnDiE/T5_zo_ITkEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Ec48XJHE3M/s1600/563213_10150793939115365_641720364_11880551_8363207_n_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMnteLKnDiE/T5_zo_ITkEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Ec48XJHE3M/s1600/563213_10150793939115365_641720364_11880551_8363207_n_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes basta-me um livro, um copo de vinho ou ter flores em casa. E é tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-8004995862325999663?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/8004995862325999663/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/prazeres-da-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/8004995862325999663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/8004995862325999663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/05/prazeres-da-vida.html' title='Prazeres da vida'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RMnteLKnDiE/T5_zo_ITkEI/AAAAAAAAAOw/9Ec48XJHE3M/s72-c/563213_10150793939115365_641720364_11880551_8363207_n_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-2478986374135733430</id><published>2012-04-26T18:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-04-26T18:51:57.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estado de espírito primaveril</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxcA7Wh79Ks/T5mKrZAYphI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0EVIsvjdlJU/s1600/478683_10150733078485675_676745674_9451818_577051523_o_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="141" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxcA7Wh79Ks/T5mKrZAYphI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0EVIsvjdlJU/s200/478683_10150733078485675_676745674_9451818_577051523_o_large.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Amar palavras de um dia cinzento, subalterno desta primavera envergonhada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ainda assim, sorriam como se os raios de sol fossem donos da rotina e da alma de cada um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-2478986374135733430?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/2478986374135733430/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/04/estado-de-espirito-primaveril.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/2478986374135733430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/2478986374135733430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/04/estado-de-espirito-primaveril.html' title='Estado de espírito primaveril'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WxcA7Wh79Ks/T5mKrZAYphI/AAAAAAAAAOk/0EVIsvjdlJU/s72-c/478683_10150733078485675_676745674_9451818_577051523_o_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-1527701286351530916</id><published>2012-04-25T17:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-04-25T17:00:41.990+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>Crescer com as mudanças</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xna0VM2s7n4/T5geqIaqrHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kk1e_QU1Ay8/s1600/538580_411943355491376_178136118872102_1639166_841435481_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xna0VM2s7n4/T5geqIaqrHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kk1e_QU1Ay8/s320/538580_411943355491376_178136118872102_1639166_841435481_n_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tempo de mudança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma mudança que se converteu numa certa ausência gradual para o resto porque assim teve de ser, senão não se chamava mudança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Uma &amp;nbsp;etapa que me faz sentir tão viva quanto incrédula. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sei que é uma questão de tempo, de malabarismos e até de lágrimas. De adaptação…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Porque tal como em tantas outras coisas também temos de nos adaptar à felicidade, a este “para sempre” que a partir de agora construímos lado a lado no mundo real.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-1527701286351530916?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/1527701286351530916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/04/crescer-com-as-mudancas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1527701286351530916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1527701286351530916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/04/crescer-com-as-mudancas.html' title='Crescer com as mudanças'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xna0VM2s7n4/T5geqIaqrHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/kk1e_QU1Ay8/s72-c/538580_411943355491376_178136118872102_1639166_841435481_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-2181687632760586773</id><published>2012-04-05T21:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2012-04-05T21:55:49.599+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paris'/><title type='text'>Luzes de Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq5KcnopwAI/T2oKRbfhwGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/j8ziVXbrwj4/s1600/551508_252284654863090_180840055340884_557060_52717935_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq5KcnopwAI/T2oKRbfhwGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/j8ziVXbrwj4/s320/551508_252284654863090_180840055340884_557060_52717935_n_large.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Se tanto me dói que as coisas passem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;Se tanto me dói que as coisas passem&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É porque cada instante em mim foi vivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Na busca de um bem definitivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Em que as coisas de Amor se eternizassem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-6761649236222381348?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/6761649236222381348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/feliz-dia-mundial-da-poesia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/6761649236222381348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/6761649236222381348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/feliz-dia-mundial-da-poesia.html' title='Feliz dia Mundial da Poesia'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Uq5KcnopwAI/T2oKRbfhwGI/AAAAAAAAAOA/j8ziVXbrwj4/s72-c/551508_252284654863090_180840055340884_557060_52717935_n_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-6421453433419346442</id><published>2012-03-17T16:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-03-17T16:44:32.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Volta ao Mundo</title><content type='html'>de José Luís Peixoto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"No que diz respeito ao olhar, impôs-se aquele que está lá e que privilegia a experiência simples dos sentidos. No fundo, para quem foi, o mais fundamental desse tempo, aquilo que efetivamente lhe acrescentou mundo, foi ter ido, ter estado lá realmente, ter olhado em volta. Há muito que se pode aprender em enciclopédias, documentários ou na internet, mas também há o resto: aquilo que se pode sentir.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(...) Como uma viagem efetiva, a incluir sempre o tamanho do caminho e da distância. Como uma volta ao mundo."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Edição especial da revista &lt;i&gt;Volta ao Mundo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-6421453433419346442?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/6421453433419346442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/volta-ao-mundo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/6421453433419346442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/6421453433419346442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/volta-ao-mundo.html' title='Volta ao Mundo'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-1085424533026577876</id><published>2012-03-14T14:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-03-14T14:48:19.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Presente da querida Aileen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Vn-uSXiAM/T2CvNeGeuSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Jd5C3XKyHgs/s1600/liebster.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Vn-uSXiAM/T2CvNeGeuSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Jd5C3XKyHgs/s1600/liebster.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recebi este selo da&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://the-other-girl-besides-myself.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aileen&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(sou fã do blog dela!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="background-color: white; clear: both; font-family: Georgia, Utopia, 'Palatino Linotype', Palatino, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ea9999;"&gt;As regras são que contemos 5 factos que, de outra forma, quem por cá passa não saberia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Tenho medo de palhaços&lt;br /&gt;2- Não gosto de coisas que normalmente a maioria das pessoas gosta&lt;br /&gt;3- Adoro dormir&lt;br /&gt;4- Já fiz uma viagem de avião no cockpit&lt;br /&gt;5- Desconfio de pessoas que não gostam de animais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encaminho o selo a quem por aqui passar :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-1085424533026577876?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/1085424533026577876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/presente-da-querida-aileen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1085424533026577876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1085424533026577876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/presente-da-querida-aileen.html' title='Presente da querida Aileen'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d6Vn-uSXiAM/T2CvNeGeuSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Jd5C3XKyHgs/s72-c/liebster.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-596744401513941698</id><published>2012-03-11T18:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-03-11T18:06:45.113Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poesia'/><title type='text'>Eu(génio) de Andrade</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Frente a frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada podeis contra o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Contra a cor da folhagem,&lt;br /&gt;contra a carícia da espuma,&lt;br /&gt;contra a luz, nada podeis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podeis dar-nos a morte,&lt;br /&gt;a mais vil, isso podeis&lt;br /&gt;- e é tão pouco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Eugénio de Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-596744401513941698?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/596744401513941698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/eugenio-de-andrade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/596744401513941698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/596744401513941698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/eugenio-de-andrade.html' title='Eu(génio) de Andrade'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-3660892622101507819</id><published>2012-03-02T15:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-03-02T15:15:49.155Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>Evasões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ3lLdDmQbo/T1Dj3rXDXXI/AAAAAAAAANk/Z1KSzrMEDTQ/s1600/photography,nice,travel,women,art,artist-3778a619da0e56d322e0de8c958e4637_h_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ3lLdDmQbo/T1Dj3rXDXXI/AAAAAAAAANk/Z1KSzrMEDTQ/s320/photography,nice,travel,women,art,artist-3778a619da0e56d322e0de8c958e4637_h_large.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"A vida é boa demais para ficarmos sempre no mesmo sítio"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-3660892622101507819?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/3660892622101507819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/evasoes.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3660892622101507819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3660892622101507819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/03/evasoes.html' title='Evasões'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hJ3lLdDmQbo/T1Dj3rXDXXI/AAAAAAAAANk/Z1KSzrMEDTQ/s72-c/photography,nice,travel,women,art,artist-3778a619da0e56d322e0de8c958e4637_h_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-275285327735649502</id><published>2012-02-19T21:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-19T21:30:35.928Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Serenidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que bem que me soube este &amp;nbsp;fim de semana.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Aquela varanda com aqueles raios de sol directamente para a alma e o brilho do mar (ou seria o nosso?) com todo o silêncio que as boas sensações acarretam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z0OJkOufgU/T0FpED6tGqI/AAAAAAAAANc/_l88rF1SjCA/s1600/DSCF3507.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="152" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z0OJkOufgU/T0FpED6tGqI/AAAAAAAAANc/_l88rF1SjCA/s640/DSCF3507.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-275285327735649502?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/275285327735649502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/serenidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/275285327735649502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/275285327735649502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/serenidade.html' title='Serenidade'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0Z0OJkOufgU/T0FpED6tGqI/AAAAAAAAANc/_l88rF1SjCA/s72-c/DSCF3507.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-3802592967069801340</id><published>2012-02-14T17:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-14T17:34:24.880Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>Ir mais longe, ver mais além...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;...Arriscar mais um pouco.Criar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-924K4YBgk/TzqZmczc8EI/AAAAAAAAANU/ui7cl9_4XDk/s1600/beautiful-body-model-sex-sexy-Favim.com-158327_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-924K4YBgk/TzqZmczc8EI/AAAAAAAAANU/ui7cl9_4XDk/s320/beautiful-body-model-sex-sexy-Favim.com-158327_large.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É no rasto da loucura que a beleza acontece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-3802592967069801340?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/3802592967069801340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/ir-mais-longe-ver-mais-alem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3802592967069801340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3802592967069801340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/ir-mais-longe-ver-mais-alem.html' title='Ir mais longe, ver mais além...'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9-924K4YBgk/TzqZmczc8EI/AAAAAAAAANU/ui7cl9_4XDk/s72-c/beautiful-body-model-sex-sexy-Favim.com-158327_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-6888818881823380843</id><published>2012-02-09T23:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-09T23:50:40.541Z</updated><title type='text'>E é assim todos os dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ttlDOVtYI8/TzRbbW-qDPI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZU8aCTDeKdA/s1600/tumblr_lz5fnrjMPy1qd94w9o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ttlDOVtYI8/TzRbbW-qDPI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZU8aCTDeKdA/s320/tumblr_lz5fnrjMPy1qd94w9o1_500_large.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quando te vejo sorrio com o coração e com o mundo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;( Os meus lábios apenas ilustram a felicidade do momento e tornam-na real )&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/7901968123943744906-6888818881823380843?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/6888818881823380843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-e-assim-todos-os-dias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/6888818881823380843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/6888818881823380843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-e-assim-todos-os-dias.html' title='E é assim todos os dias'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_ttlDOVtYI8/TzRbbW-qDPI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZU8aCTDeKdA/s72-c/tumblr_lz5fnrjMPy1qd94w9o1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-3404077694494263616</id><published>2012-02-03T18:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T18:45:09.811Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>Açores</title><content type='html'>Parque Terra Nostra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIovIKOo5q8/TywqoWoAtCI/AAAAAAAAANE/g1t-1P2Df8I/s1600/DSCF3244b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIovIKOo5q8/TywqoWoAtCI/AAAAAAAAANE/g1t-1P2Df8I/s640/DSCF3244b.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;This is pure eye-candy for the exotic traveler&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-3404077694494263616?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/3404077694494263616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/acores.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3404077694494263616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3404077694494263616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/acores.html' title='Açores'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NIovIKOo5q8/TywqoWoAtCI/AAAAAAAAANE/g1t-1P2Df8I/s72-c/DSCF3244b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-2466452316683639303</id><published>2012-02-01T18:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:48:07.375Z</updated><title type='text'>Envelhecer no escuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz7Ydga22B4/TymIEdsQsBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I520vzESJWU/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz7Ydga22B4/TymIEdsQsBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I520vzESJWU/s1600/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;São vidas carimbadas pela solidão e submissas a um desgaste oco mas sofrido. E lento… O devagar&amp;nbsp; penoso de uma dor cravejada na alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todos os dias são sentidos assim. Dias que em tempos rimaram na companhia dos seus (quem sabe de um grande amor que já partiu) e que foram, calorosamente, cantados por todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E agora é só isto, a solidão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-2466452316683639303?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/2466452316683639303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/envelhecer-no-escuro.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/2466452316683639303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/2466452316683639303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/02/envelhecer-no-escuro.html' title='Envelhecer no escuro'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Hz7Ydga22B4/TymIEdsQsBI/AAAAAAAAAM8/I520vzESJWU/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-7153772108868810485</id><published>2012-01-27T16:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:33:50.535Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devaneios'/><title type='text'>Não-lugares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo8SHvq_xv8/TyLQ6Eq4MRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UfcHx15xDNg/s1600/tumblr_ly6ctqmLaQ1ql5ingo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="356" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo8SHvq_xv8/TyLQ6Eq4MRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UfcHx15xDNg/s640/tumblr_ly6ctqmLaQ1ql5ingo1_500_large.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;O deserto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;E estes lugares sem rosto e sem pressa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;A minha loucura por desertos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pensar em sentir o vazio e a liberdade destes não-lugares, ao som do eco de quem sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/7901968123943744906-7153772108868810485?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/7153772108868810485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-lugares.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/7153772108868810485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/7153772108868810485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-lugares.html' title='Não-lugares'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Lo8SHvq_xv8/TyLQ6Eq4MRI/AAAAAAAAAM0/UfcHx15xDNg/s72-c/tumblr_ly6ctqmLaQ1ql5ingo1_500_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-7080168954172596331</id><published>2012-01-22T18:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:32:36.614Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='San Gimignano'/><title type='text'>La bella Italia (II)</title><content type='html'>Com os vossos comentários no post anterior apeteceu-me mais " Itália" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vU-gTu2qYlg/TxxT-eGLtrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/t4P65HRq2Kk/s1600/DSCF1658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vU-gTu2qYlg/TxxT-eGLtrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/t4P65HRq2Kk/s400/DSCF1658.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; San Gimignano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2ChkkVAD_k/TxxUGz1N9mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gMZ4BdE_wCo/s1600/DSCF1554.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K2ChkkVAD_k/TxxUGz1N9mI/AAAAAAAAAMk/gMZ4BdE_wCo/s320/DSCF1554.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npNaeXzWTI8/TxxUVfh5HbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bnHpkv_VUKE/s1600/DSCF1512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-npNaeXzWTI8/TxxUVfh5HbI/AAAAAAAAAMs/bnHpkv_VUKE/s200/DSCF1512.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Roma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-7080168954172596331?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/7080168954172596331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-bella-italia-ii.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/7080168954172596331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/7080168954172596331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-bella-italia-ii.html' title='La bella Italia (II)'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vU-gTu2qYlg/TxxT-eGLtrI/AAAAAAAAAMc/t4P65HRq2Kk/s72-c/DSCF1658.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-3516395711030246543</id><published>2012-01-17T17:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:13:34.899Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Roma'/><title type='text'>La bella Italia</title><content type='html'>Cores de um Verão italiano no meu recanto preferido de Roma,&lt;i&gt; Fontana di Trevi.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzCpATLqYtM/TxWrcuDDGNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ze55vSX9GNE/s1600/DSCF1555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzCpATLqYtM/TxWrcuDDGNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ze55vSX9GNE/s400/DSCF1555.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2lozUIOsq8/TxWrkpkBMiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XroaU9qydWw/s1600/DSCF1537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q2lozUIOsq8/TxWrkpkBMiI/AAAAAAAAAMU/XroaU9qydWw/s400/DSCF1537.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-3516395711030246543?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/3516395711030246543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-bella-italia.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3516395711030246543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/3516395711030246543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/01/la-bella-italia.html' title='La bella Italia'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yzCpATLqYtM/TxWrcuDDGNI/AAAAAAAAAMM/Ze55vSX9GNE/s72-c/DSCF1555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7901968123943744906.post-1767179353257231683</id><published>2012-01-10T16:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T16:20:22.517Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Elogio ao passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtunCNdi2Ls/TwxkS9CnCDI/AAAAAAAAAME/5SMtPKgmbmw/s1600/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtunCNdi2Ls/TwxkS9CnCDI/AAAAAAAAAME/5SMtPKgmbmw/s320/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Preciso de olhar para trás de vez em quando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;O que já foi é uma parte de mim, do que sou, das pessoas&amp;nbsp; que já não voltam mais, dos sítios que perdi , de pedaços de mim que ficaram latentes nalgum ponto da minha evolução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fragmentos do passado que se colam neste meu &lt;i&gt;continuum &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passado…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;É meu,dos meus, dos outros,dos erros, da aprendizagem, das coisas de ontem…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu sei que, mais que o futuro, é o presente que importa mas não consigo abandonar o meu antes.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7901968123943744906-1767179353257231683?l=maris-marina.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/feeds/1767179353257231683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/01/elogio-ao-passado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1767179353257231683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7901968123943744906/posts/default/1767179353257231683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maris-marina.blogspot.com/2012/01/elogio-ao-passado.html' title='Elogio ao passado'/><author><name>maris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14490476732596764620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='15' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zO7_7UmSsAc/TQ59mtj2ubI/AAAAAAAAACU/CmUVEFh87tc/S220/Sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vtunCNdi2Ls/TwxkS9CnCDI/AAAAAAAAAME/5SMtPKgmbmw/s72-c/Sem+t%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
