<?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-4786287835567066742</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:35:48.902Z</updated><title type='text'>Passeio com a vida</title><subtitle type='html'>Em passeios e caminhadas, vou saltando de pedra em pedra deixando ao vento as angústias e tremuras de andar por aí....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LMRibeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12897425394210319717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/Shf_1CH1I2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/W3Wr0KGly38/S220/IMGP4136.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786287835567066742.post-7724591837481889545</id><published>2009-05-23T15:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:42:44.075+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo vale a pena...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/ShgIDbrNYkI/AAAAAAAAABI/-7EuCOQxhhs/s1600-h/Santiago+Natal_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339026213309342274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/ShgIDbrNYkI/AAAAAAAAABI/-7EuCOQxhhs/s320/Santiago+Natal_3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mesmo que o mundo esteja perto de ruir e que o meu sorriso seja forçado, por ti, minha água, minha luz, tudo faz sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda que o amanhã seja o meu pior receio, o teu sorriso esconderá a amargura da perda a que os meus olhos se sujeitam. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;És a minha alma, que faz esconder a dor da perda, de um dia não te ver mais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te, como jamais amei ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amo-te, da única forma que sei ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mesmo que o amanhã seja o que não queremos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo vale a pena...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em viagem... com o mar no horizonte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/4786287835567066742-7724591837481889545?l=passeiocomavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/feeds/7724591837481889545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/tudo-vale-pena.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default/7724591837481889545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default/7724591837481889545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/tudo-vale-pena.html' title='Tudo vale a pena...'/><author><name>LMRibeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12897425394210319717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/Shf_1CH1I2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/W3Wr0KGly38/S220/IMGP4136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/ShgIDbrNYkI/AAAAAAAAABI/-7EuCOQxhhs/s72-c/Santiago+Natal_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786287835567066742.post-8996181569567472</id><published>2009-05-16T21:50:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:41:52.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VIDA.... 'bora passear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Certo dia estava eu sozinha e apetecia-me dar um passeio, então decidi, vou convidar alguém para me acompanhar. Depois de pensar um pouco, surgiu a ideia de convidar a "Vida" para um Passeio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No ínicio ficou relutante e com ar de "vida" disse-me que tinha mais que fazer, até que a convenci e aceitou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Caminhámos, caminhámos, até que nos cruzamos com um transeunte de ar pesado e sujo e eu quis perguntar-lhe se lhe podia ser útil de alguma forma, pedi à "vida" que esperasse, disse-me que não podia, não podia perder tempo pois tinha mais que fazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então, e a muito custo, lá continuámos. A seguir vi crianças a brincar, parei para as observar e até brincar, parei um pouco també, a "vida" que me acompanhava com ar sisudo puxou-me, quase violentamente, dizendo-me... &lt;em&gt;que absurdo, não tens idade para brincar&lt;/em&gt;. E lá continuamos, começava a não achar graça nenhuma àquele passeio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De passo apressado lá íamos continuando até que ouvi acordes de música vindos perto de um jardim, era um grupo de idosos que, também ao seu estilo, brincavam, dançavam, pulavam e riam de bom grado. Entusiasmei-me e disse à "vida" que aquele era o momento para partilhar a alegria daquela gente, gente simples sem pressas, desfrutando de um momento belo, de união e prazer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A "vida" riu, riu .... e quando me apercebi que ria de mim, deixei-a só e entregue ao seu cinismo. Fiquei triste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comecei a andar devagarinho, os acordes de música tornavam-se mais distantes e pensei ... No próximo Passeio vou convidar o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sonho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em viagem....com o mar no horizonte!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/4786287835567066742-8996181569567472?l=passeiocomavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/feeds/8996181569567472/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-bora-passear.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default/8996181569567472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default/8996181569567472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/vida-bora-passear.html' title='VIDA.... &apos;bora passear?'/><author><name>LMRibeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12897425394210319717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/Shf_1CH1I2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/W3Wr0KGly38/S220/IMGP4136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786287835567066742.post-6300935920501971281</id><published>2009-05-13T01:08:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T14:41:16.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Com o mar no horizonte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/SgoSIOj-wsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8fmWmfJWVqs/s1600-h/DSC04526.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335096641131037378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/SgoSIOj-wsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8fmWmfJWVqs/s320/DSC04526.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O mar no horizonte é o amuleto da felicidade em dias de tempestade, é o sal da minha vida e a alma do meu ser. O mar que me enrola nas nuvens salgadas de maresia, que, em ti ou em nós, será sempre a sombra eterna de uma vida desenfreada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Terei hoje a mesma magia que, em tempos aureos, embelezava a espuma das ondas em raios silvestres?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Serei eu a mesma musa, esguia e altiva, de cor ausente que cantarolava a harmonia em risos inocentes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Serei a vontade eterna de viver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;O mar no horizonte é a alma sã rejuvenescida que me grita Felicidade.... Que me alumia o caminho das estrelas e me lava as lágrimas de dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em viagem... com o mar no horizonte!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&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/4786287835567066742-6300935920501971281?l=passeiocomavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/feeds/6300935920501971281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/com-o-mar-no-horizonte.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default/6300935920501971281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default/6300935920501971281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/com-o-mar-no-horizonte.html' title='Com o mar no horizonte...'/><author><name>LMRibeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12897425394210319717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/Shf_1CH1I2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/W3Wr0KGly38/S220/IMGP4136.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/SgoSIOj-wsI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/8fmWmfJWVqs/s72-c/DSC04526.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4786287835567066742.post-4159482597601438836</id><published>2009-05-10T21:56:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T15:17:50.504+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Passeio do reconhecimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Numa vida de experiências trémulas e passeios fortuitos, o mote deste blog encerra em si a ansiedade do passeio intenso numa vida nebulada. Passear no monte da alegria, em si disfarçada por raios de sol intensos, ou, porque não, na planície infinita de sonhos que os olhos tocam em lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;LMR&lt;br /&gt;Em viagem ... com o mar no horizonte!&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/4786287835567066742-4159482597601438836?l=passeiocomavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/feeds/4159482597601438836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/passeio-do-reconhecimento.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default/4159482597601438836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4786287835567066742/posts/default/4159482597601438836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://passeiocomavida.blogspot.com/2009/05/passeio-do-reconhecimento.html' title='Passeio do reconhecimento'/><author><name>LMRibeiro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12897425394210319717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ihhyNZtMR5w/Shf_1CH1I2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/W3Wr0KGly38/S220/IMGP4136.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
