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type='html'>Belo o conforto do tesouro em teu amor,&lt;div&gt;Amargo o silêncio por tal dor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rico o brilho de teu olhar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eterna esta chama que por muitos se deixam levar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-5077518510740746555?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5077518510740746555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5077518510740746555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5077518510740746555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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por eles mas por nós todos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8193771-4264304429959967817?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4264304429959967817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=4264304429959967817' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4264304429959967817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4264304429959967817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606529514955678082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por favor... reconsiderem as vezes necessárias antes de o negar fazer...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como o fazer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reciclagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito Obrigado!&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/8193771-8556598694210182609?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8556598694210182609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8556598694210182609' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TRT3HEh0SGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fpJqShaXO9U/s1600/natal2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TRT3HEh0SGI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fpJqShaXO9U/s400/natal2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554335941301389410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-36937476959128287?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/36937476959128287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3346046175372395033</id><published>2010-12-09T22:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T22:59:28.677Z</updated><title type='text'>Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TQFdeL24kPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/U8nrLoTL28U/s1600/150566_159082807466640_100000947657515_271718_5895731_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TQFdeL24kPI/AAAAAAAAAhw/U8nrLoTL28U/s400/150566_159082807466640_100000947657515_271718_5895731_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548818989057609970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;"Smile though your heart is aching&lt;br /&gt;Smile even though it's breaking&lt;br /&gt;When there are clouds in the sky, you'll get by&lt;br /&gt;If you smile through your fear and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Smile and maybe tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You'll see the sun come shining through for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light up your face with gladness&lt;br /&gt;Hide every trace of sadness&lt;br /&gt;Although a tear may be ever so near&lt;br /&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;That's the time you must keep on trying&lt;br /&gt;Smile, what's the use of crying?&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that life is still worthwhile&lt;br /&gt;If you just smile"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vubC4mnGXCE?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vubC4mnGXCE?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;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TQFdEOsoDTI/AAAAAAAAAho/CuTKt_zwR5U/s1600/150566_159082807466640_100000947657515_271718_5895731_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3346046175372395033?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3346046175372395033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3346046175372395033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3346046175372395033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3346046175372395033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2010/12/smile.html' title='Smile'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-1058174023833524777?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1058174023833524777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1058174023833524777' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1058174023833524777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1058174023833524777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-halloween-2010.html' title='Happy Halloween 2010'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TM4G-y6BpnI/AAAAAAAAAhg/xAgw9-mTkFQ/s72-c/samhain12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-7223221016095943344</id><published>2010-10-15T00:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T00:15:50.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia a dia... espreita, relembra, chora e sorri</title><content type='html'>Tenho uma família grande de sangue...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma família ainda maior de coração...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho ausência de laços de sangue...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho ainda mais presença do sorriso... adiante...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho desgosto pelo que não existe... vossa presença&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amor ao que resisto e vivo... dia-a-dia&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudade dum olhar... apagado...&lt;br /&gt;Pois um facto que não respiro.... distância...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho orgulho no que me ensina a andar... Beatriz,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho orgulha na vontade de continuar... Família Unida,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudade do que outrora era saudável.... Viva ao tinto!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho ausência de sentido do que possa ter existido....&lt;br /&gt;Tenho tristeza pela ignorância...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho rancor pela limitação... Rosinha, saudades&lt;br /&gt;Tenho amor por vos continuar a ter presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo, no fundo, não devia mas tenho pena de te ter apagado da lista dos afazeres... ???????...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-7223221016095943344?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7223221016095943344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=7223221016095943344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7223221016095943344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7223221016095943344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2010/10/o-dia-dia-espreita-relembra-chora-e.html' title='O dia a dia... espreita, relembra, chora e sorri'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-9142262999222615446</id><published>2010-09-09T09:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:05:33.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As MIIIINHAS Férias de sonho.... 2010</title><content type='html'>Primeiro queria escrever pelos cotovelos mas nem sei como.... por isso vamos por partes:&lt;br /&gt;Quero agradecer a um grande amigo que fez com que mexesse mos os rabinhos até ao Porto (Bela Cidade! Finos é que foram poucos eheh) e à grande Ritinha por todo o carinho e recepção à nossa família... imaginam né? Beatriz cheiiinha de mimos. E nós também, é claro. Tiago o baby do coração ... tu és único!!! Desejo-vos tudinho pelo melhor... andei a vasculhar as fotos mas existem tantas tão bonitas que ainda não consegui colocar nenhuma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois as experiências do nosso Jardim Zoológico, o beijão do leão-marinho a cheirar a peixe que tresanda... mas jamais deixando de ser mimoso...   como qualquer animal lá presente com a sua devida característica! E um viva ao grande Badoca-Parque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então.... um obrigado muito grande por estes dias e em claro ao maridão por contribuir a este sonho de novo membro na familia, Já tenho a MINHA Boxer yyyyuuuuupiiiiiii... uma cadelinha linda linda linda que  também cheira a cão que tresanda... (oxalá possas tomar banho!) que em homenagem a este Verão se chama Guna ( gracias ao Tiago e à Rita como padrinhos dela sem saberem hihihihi)  por isso aqui um video que do melhor representa o que estas férias nos proporcionaram... ENJOY !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pkPNa4DBFHI?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/pkPNa4DBFHI?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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(obrigado Mum por o partilhares, a Guna próximo Verão lá estará!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-9142262999222615446?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9142262999222615446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=9142262999222615446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/9142262999222615446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/9142262999222615446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2010/09/as-miiiinhas-ferias-de-sonho-2010.html' title='As MIIIINHAS Férias de sonho.... 2010'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-9020841311153888506</id><published>2010-07-04T14:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T15:43:59.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Aniversário Beatriz 3 de Julho 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Parabéns à minha filha, meu amor, meu tesouro, pedaço de mim, minha luz ... tudo e tudo! Eterno sorriso...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TDCPAjMDoRI/AAAAAAAAAhI/yMIjkOS8G9c/s400/DSC00094_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490045185373217042" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;...pelo seu primeiro aniversário. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que o brilho dos teus olhos continue a ser brindado pelo que de melhor esta vida tem para partilhar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TDCPBFj2EiI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/v9tskJzdhyI/s400/DSC00095_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490045194599797282" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um obrigado especial ao meu Marido e melhor pai deste universo, &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;à Família/Amigos &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;que connosco também brindaram este dia &lt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC33CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sorriso!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/8193771-9020841311153888506?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9020841311153888506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=9020841311153888506' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/9020841311153888506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/9020841311153888506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2010/07/1-aniversario-beatriz-3-de-julho-2010.html' title='1º Aniversário Beatriz 3 de Julho 2010'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/TDCPAjMDoRI/AAAAAAAAAhI/yMIjkOS8G9c/s72-c/DSC00094_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-2080650601323707002</id><published>2010-05-10T16:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T16:38:14.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Mum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S-goH06BBII/AAAAAAAAAhA/-L-GaPcaFpk/s1600/_MG_5198.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S-goH06BBII/AAAAAAAAAhA/-L-GaPcaFpk/s400/_MG_5198.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469665862367642754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Love Yaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-2080650601323707002?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2080650601323707002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=2080650601323707002' title='1 Comentários'/><link 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type='text'>Feliz Dia da Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S9zEtJLTTpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/XNTKY5DPlR4/s1600/_MG_6291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S9zEtJLTTpI/AAAAAAAAAg4/XNTKY5DPlR4/s400/_MG_6291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466460327557418642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S9zEsy4L54I/AAAAAAAAAgw/L7x4jRdGtYg/s1600/_MG_6290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S9zEsy4L54I/AAAAAAAAAgw/L7x4jRdGtYg/s400/_MG_6290.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466460321571661698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S9zEsqevyMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/nGMpzRpQEj0/s1600/_MG_6259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S9zEsqevyMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/nGMpzRpQEj0/s400/_MG_6259.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466460319317477570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Dia da Mãe para todas as Mães e um em especial para a minha está claro!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo te muito Mulher da minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8193771-7535589871073659900?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-394995374124430085</id><published>2010-04-02T03:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T03:45:34.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS AO MEU LINDO MARIDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Um rejuvenescer de saudade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde o deserto jamais secará minhas palavras:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um olhar murmura sem pura fantasia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;por mero encanto:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma vida partilhada na saudade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da tua palavra, que o silêncio cala de paixão,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pois sempre:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te Amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um relógio que não anda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas pára na espera de um brilho....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O teu sorriso nesse terno abraço envolvente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sempre a Amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu toque,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu cheiro,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tua imensidão por tanto e tanto que sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo porque és o meu tesouro e eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amo-te!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:) Feliz Aniversário :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/div&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/8193771-394995374124430085?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/394995374124430085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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escadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor de joelhos pousados sob um solo submerso, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde as águas gelaram e o medo adormeceu, com frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quem sou, quando a luz se apaga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E o sorriso iluminado se serra?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beija-flor milagreiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vela sua insensatez em pano coberto de vergonha e orgulho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Desculpas aceites,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Em meia noite despida de frio e rancor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sonhar acordada era a criança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que em seu corpo permanecia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E por assim dizer distanciada deste que seria o seu lago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ora repousa, ora acorda, ora nos sorri...&lt;/span&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/8193771-1090415937671510227?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1090415937671510227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1090415937671510227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1090415937671510227'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S6Nu6VRoncI/AAAAAAAAAgg/yK4wFuC_D00/s1600-h/DSC04472.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S6Nu6VRoncI/AAAAAAAAAgg/yK4wFuC_D00/s400/DSC04472.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450321922471009730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;:)  Feliz Dia do Pai!!!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S6NthQRP93I/AAAAAAAAAgY/anOBmc-AmKY/s1600-h/Beatriz+9+meses1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S6NthQRP93I/AAAAAAAAAgY/anOBmc-AmKY/s400/Beatriz+9+meses1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450320392118859634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;...E para o meu também!!! :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;3&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-1178065004749307516?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1178065004749307516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3085410246903629889</id><published>2010-03-12T23:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-13T00:02:19.468Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudar de Bina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Enquanto as estrelas nos espreitam &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sobre aquele véu temido, esse no rosto da lua... a vizinha dorme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; O Cu-Cu ressona e as rãs cantam a noite com a roupa estendida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Já as danças pelas andanças desta vida que nos sorria, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contam o mais momentâneo segredo que o mundo escuta e teima não ver. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A história do macaquinho cego, surdo e mudo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;passa a um mito para os sábios que calam e consentem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; O que nós hoje nem conseguimos engolir como sapos e tudo porque teimamos saber crescer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em vez de simplesmente o aceitar e viver....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Xiça... que a idade não pesa mas ao seu jeito nos custa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3085410246903629889?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3085410246903629889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3085410246903629889' 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style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"A vida são dois dias e o Carnaval são três!!!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por isso Paz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S46mEbchRNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mIg12ObKnSQ/s1600-h/_MG_3153_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S46mEbchRNI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/mIg12ObKnSQ/s400/_MG_3153_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444471594554574034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MCPjp4qTmsM&amp;amp;hl=en_GB&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/S0sLbeCOrDI/AAAAAAAAAgA/Fy_j5niVBE0/s72-c/1JazzMingus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-521509093841139832</id><published>2009-12-30T17:34:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:03:10.706Z</updated><title type='text'>2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SzuRkry_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAf4/FuCxNK7hHb8/s1600-h/Fotografia,+28-12-2010+-+20.41+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SzuRkry_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAf4/FuCxNK7hHb8/s400/Fotografia,+28-12-2010+-+20.41+%232.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421086635888436146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;aúde.Paz.Compreensão.União.Sucesso.Força.Força de Vontade.Boa Vitalidade.Carinho.Pão e Queijo.Crescer.Amor.Respirar.Viver.Saber Ser e Saber Estar.Escutar.Bom Vinho.Brilho.Olhar.Passo-a-Passo.Mãos Dadas.Água.Beijos.Bem-Estar.Família a Crescer mais e mais.Ananás.Convívio.Sumo Natural de Laranja.Gigs.Partilha.Reconhecimento.Nespresso.Auto-Superação.Sorriso.E entre tanto de bom... mais Saúde ainda e tudo de melhor que se possa desejar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Com amor, com ternura, com carinho&lt;br /&gt;família de Matos Raimundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-521509093841139832?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Tens sido e tu sabes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...verdade é mesmo para ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-8705732330184711411?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8705732330184711411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8705732330184711411' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8705732330184711411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8705732330184711411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/12/grrr.html' title='Grrr'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3988837905993172383</id><published>2009-11-30T18:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T18:24:49.964Z</updated><title type='text'>Bed Of Roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SxQN5YpJpMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HsSCQxHMMEI/s1600/bedofroses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SxQN5YpJpMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HsSCQxHMMEI/s400/bedofroses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409964331897562306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my bed of roses  &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3988837905993172383?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3988837905993172383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3988837905993172383' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3988837905993172383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3988837905993172383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/11/bed-of-roses.html' title='Bed Of Roses'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SxQN5YpJpMI/AAAAAAAAAfk/HsSCQxHMMEI/s72-c/bedofroses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-953156565486393697</id><published>2009-11-30T11:43:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T11:53:50.708Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma Lágrima</title><content type='html'>Aconchego no peito ao desejo de um amor perdido...&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi perdido, é sentido vivido no olhar desta que foi sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;É bênção ao que se respirou, e rasto que deixa em cada gota que bebemos por viver. Que nada seja um olhar forçado , ao que passou passou...&lt;br /&gt;Beijo na testa de um até já breve do que foi sua vivência... e a vocês beijo no peito de aconchego e mão dada por amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29 Novembro 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-953156565486393697?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/953156565486393697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=953156565486393697' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/953156565486393697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/953156565486393697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/11/uma-lagrima.html' title='Uma Lágrima'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-7691273198060254047</id><published>2009-11-28T20:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:10:21.976Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Provas de fogo a todo custo&lt;/span&gt;.... onde nos chega o sentido orientado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*suspiro*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom groove para um bom fim-de-semana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjGwgAlDtgA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WjGwgAlDtgA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/8193771-7691273198060254047?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7691273198060254047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=7691273198060254047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7691273198060254047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7691273198060254047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/11/sentidos.html' title='Sentidos'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-2591013994619081124</id><published>2009-11-27T13:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:57:29.936Z</updated><title type='text'>ASBB</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sw_aAN5VaVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/baqg38n4Nn4/s1600/asbb_stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408781374760249682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sw_aAN5VaVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/baqg38n4Nn4/s400/asbb_stitch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sw_ZqY_SE6I/AAAAAAAAAfU/REZ3T5Xy9l8/s1600/asbb_stitch.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto por Paulo de Matos Raimundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/8193771-2591013994619081124?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2591013994619081124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=2591013994619081124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/2591013994619081124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/2591013994619081124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/11/asbb.html' title='ASBB'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sw_aAN5VaVI/AAAAAAAAAfc/baqg38n4Nn4/s72-c/asbb_stitch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3352331789847658403</id><published>2009-11-27T13:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-27T13:50:13.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Sugestão do Primo Filipe</title><content type='html'>Sensação De Absorção Ao Contrário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até onde vamos quando se é mãe ou se tem uma novidade em mãos.... pois a Bea já vai na papa, sopa e fruta!&lt;br /&gt;E o resultado emocionante de cada detalhe na sua adaptação a este mundo é visivel por quem a rodeia. Desde a alimentação, sobreviver, respirar, simplesmente viver, sentir este frio, chuva e as voltas que o organismo dá, o calor aperta e tanta força que já tem... pois é. E ficamos por aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Era pequenino e redondinho.&lt;br /&gt;Ali felismente não sai à mãe...&lt;br /&gt;Que tal?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3352331789847658403?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3352331789847658403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3352331789847658403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3352331789847658403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3352331789847658403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/11/sugestao-do-primo-filipe.html' title='Sugestão do Primo Filipe'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6867239867866230117</id><published>2009-11-09T14:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-09T14:24:59.598Z</updated><title type='text'>Beatriz já fez 4 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Svgj2ohagKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RA2UFVUjmjA/s1600-h/_MG_9485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Svgj2ohagKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RA2UFVUjmjA/s400/_MG_9485.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402107174528385186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso "pequeno" coração já fez 4 meses e agora iniciou mais uma etapa da sua vida hehe a papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De delicada ao sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;um amor jamais temido,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma verdadeira flor no deserto&lt;br /&gt;em cada gota despida pelo correcto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um acto presente constante ao teu brilho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz a despedida que&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz irradiante de beijo terno,&lt;br /&gt;Pela aguarela pintada no céu de primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu pequeno coração reflecte,&lt;br /&gt;A união de amor desejado para o resto da minha vida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-6867239867866230117?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6867239867866230117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=6867239867866230117' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6867239867866230117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6867239867866230117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/11/beatriz-ja-fez-4-meses.html' title='Beatriz já fez 4 Meses'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Svgj2ohagKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/RA2UFVUjmjA/s72-c/_MG_9485.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-965018562127193784</id><published>2009-10-26T12:37:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:37:20.694Z</updated><title type='text'>Exposição Indiana no  Museu de Sintra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWd5cJnh1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/STFxIeXbiJY/s1600-h/Sintra_Vivan_Sundaram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWd5cJnh1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/STFxIeXbiJY/s200/Sintra_Vivan_Sundaram.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396893338608043858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWYkuZIodI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_gBbFHMrwqw/s1600-h/_MG_9184.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWYkuZIodI/AAAAAAAAAeo/_gBbFHMrwqw/s320/_MG_9184.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396887485169574354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWd5WRz-cI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AoKTI1ar8fs/s1600-h/_MG_9143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWd5WRz-cI/AAAAAAAAAfA/AoKTI1ar8fs/s200/_MG_9143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396893337031801282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWYk2x2qcI/AAAAAAAAAew/RksEiNravm8/s1600-h/_MG_9311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWYk2x2qcI/AAAAAAAAAew/RksEiNravm8/s320/_MG_9311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396887487420737986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A acompanhar o trabalho do papá, assim fomos passada 6ª feira a uma exposição indiana, em Sintra. Interessante e num espaço bem agradável que foi bom para a nossa pequena Beatriz. Sua primeira exposição e Indiana eheh onde teve possibilidade de entre tanto desfrutar de bom convívio e música da mesma cultura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-965018562127193784?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/965018562127193784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=965018562127193784' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/965018562127193784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/965018562127193784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/10/exposicao-indiana-no-museu-de-sintra.html' title='Exposição Indiana no  Museu de Sintra'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SuWd5cJnh1I/AAAAAAAAAe4/STFxIeXbiJY/s72-c/Sintra_Vivan_Sundaram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1808915865966208142</id><published>2009-10-21T16:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:24:35.175+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Música</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/St8mnSOy9aI/AAAAAAAAAeY/unVX3cIPAfM/s1600-h/_MG_8254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/St8mnSOy9aI/AAAAAAAAAeY/unVX3cIPAfM/s320/_MG_8254.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073334963795362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/St8mn3IxyqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/MNWCevOCoow/s1600-h/_MG_8263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/St8mn3IxyqI/AAAAAAAAAeg/MNWCevOCoow/s320/_MG_8263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073344870664866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/St8mnEpFsgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lmmD2dYvFgw/s1600-h/_MG_8252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/St8mnEpFsgI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/lmmD2dYvFgw/s320/_MG_8252.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395073331315978754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Ah saudades e Eu Estou de Regresso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...desde o dia 27 de Março, assim foram 7 meses e sem dúvida uma grande viragem na vida, boa sem dúvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swásthya :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-1808915865966208142?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1808915865966208142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1808915865966208142' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1808915865966208142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1808915865966208142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/10/musica.html' title='Música'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/St8mnSOy9aI/AAAAAAAAAeY/unVX3cIPAfM/s72-c/_MG_8254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-4599306694322275756</id><published>2009-10-15T19:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:14:24.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 8 de Outubro - Primeiro concerto, primeira saída e a filha entregue ao aconchego da família</title><content type='html'>Era aquela noite, entre as amarguras de um fado passado e o presente anunciado. A canção de embalar que sorria o brindar de cada caso. Esse fato pendurado, ali guardado por usar entre o brilho esperado. Cada passo aqui mesmo dado e as mãos que não se largavam... Eu vivo e respiro. Mar de emoções que me preenchem de novo conhecimento... Vou coleccionar cada sorriso por um andar que eternamente respiro.&lt;br /&gt;Teu brilho filha.&lt;br /&gt;Teu coração amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nossa vida família.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta emoção amiga.&lt;br /&gt;... Solta-te lágrima que de felicidade danças em cada tom...Continua a dançar em cada tom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-4599306694322275756?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4599306694322275756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=4599306694322275756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4599306694322275756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4599306694322275756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/10/dia-8-de-outubro-primeiro-concerto.html' title='Dia 8 de Outubro - Primeiro concerto, primeira saída e a filha entregue ao aconchego da família'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1020557190561029489</id><published>2009-09-13T15:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T17:51:40.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatriz - 2 meses e 10 dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DfB1agBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DBglGRBi0pI/s1600-h/_MG_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DfB1agBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DBglGRBi0pI/s320/_MG_0219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960961380909074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DgLtgnSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FhcTzs0amqo/s1600-h/_MG_0260.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DgLtgnSI/AAAAAAAAAdw/FhcTzs0amqo/s320/_MG_0260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960981211979042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DfT1WdlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/UMutMleiW3g/s1600-h/_MG_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DfT1WdlI/AAAAAAAAAdg/UMutMleiW3g/s320/_MG_0228.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960966212482642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Boneco actualmente preferido, oferecido pelo Tio Tiago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0Df7zgVUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dwWRieYG0mg/s1600-h/_MG_0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0Df7zgVUI/AAAAAAAAAdo/dwWRieYG0mg/s320/_MG_0229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960976942159170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DgpstXGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zIIJs9R3Ol8/s1600-h/IMG_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DgpstXGI/AAAAAAAAAd4/zIIJs9R3Ol8/s320/IMG_0241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380960989261683810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(nos mimos com o papá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DqaC6u6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/kktO7F-Wq_M/s1600-h/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DqaC6u6I/AAAAAAAAAeI/kktO7F-Wq_M/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380961156858559394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(...e sempre muita muita conversa.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/8193771-1020557190561029489?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1020557190561029489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1020557190561029489' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1020557190561029489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1020557190561029489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/09/beatriz-2-meses.html' title='Beatriz - 2 meses e 10 dias'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sq0DfB1agBI/AAAAAAAAAdY/DBglGRBi0pI/s72-c/_MG_0219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1606120451812494993</id><published>2009-09-13T14:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T14:49:29.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jt-NwAA3Wvo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Jt-NwAA3Wvo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...eu vivo a minha e Tu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-1606120451812494993?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1606120451812494993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1606120451812494993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1606120451812494993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1606120451812494993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/09/historias-de-amor.html' title='Histórias de Amor'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-8760552962673149629</id><published>2009-09-11T00:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T01:16:46.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Danças para um Bom Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SqmWA1ihLJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Y3RMZbOEjQ8/s1600-h/kokoros.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SqmWA1ihLJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Y3RMZbOEjQ8/s320/kokoros.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379996170986794130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;"Que o meu corpo dance com o teu&lt;br /&gt;a cada sombra deste dia,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;Que a serpente curiosa navegue em teu corpo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;i&gt;Para que nesses movimentos não te sintas só,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;Já que a bela adormecida espera por um único beijo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;i&gt;E como que acompanhada pela fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;sorri de tanto desejo."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;Para o meu mais que tudo *Kokoro*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&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/8193771-8760552962673149629?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8760552962673149629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8760552962673149629' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8760552962673149629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8760552962673149629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/09/dancas-para-um-bom-dia.html' title='Danças para um Bom Dia'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SqmWA1ihLJI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Y3RMZbOEjQ8/s72-c/kokoros.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-7341527005176443661</id><published>2009-09-10T20:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T22:56:56.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Frases sobre os AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Um                        amigo verdadeiro é alguém que pensa que você                        é um ovo bom mesmo que saiba que você é                        ligeiramente rachado."&lt;/span&gt; (Bernard Meltzer)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;" class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Cada novo amigo que ganhamos no decorrer da vida aperfeiçoa-nos e enriquece-nos, não tanto pelo que nos dá, mas pelo que nos revela de nós mesmos."&lt;/span&gt; (Miguel Unamuno) &lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;font-family:webdings;" class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Repreende o amigo em segredo e elogia-o em público."&lt;/span&gt; (Leonardo da Vinci)&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Leonardo_da_Vinci/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"O que é um amigo? Uma única alma habitando dois corpos."&lt;/span&gt; (Aristóteles) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Homem nenhum pode ser feliz sem um amigo, nem pode estar certo desse amigo enquanto não for infeliz."&lt;/span&gt; (Thomas Fuller) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="aut"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Os                        animais são bons amigos, não fazem perguntas                        e também não criticam." &lt;/span&gt;(George Eliot)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;...Eu confesso que sou pelos meus amigos/as abençoada e agradeço à minha vida o abrir de olhos que me proporciona a cada experiência que com eles respiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="aut"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Leonardo_da_Vinci/" class="autor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8193771-7341527005176443661?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7341527005176443661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=7341527005176443661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7341527005176443661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7341527005176443661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/09/frases-sobre-os-amigos.html' title='Frases sobre os AMIGOS'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-4762448142958035072</id><published>2009-09-05T20:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T20:49:14.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A primeira ida à praia da Bea</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SqK_-Yjit6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/TiLuSxXTSng/s1600-h/BEA_MAMA_PRAIA_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SqK_-Yjit6I/AAAAAAAAAdI/TiLuSxXTSng/s320/BEA_MAMA_PRAIA_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378071983498114978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(21 de Agosto de 2009)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;"(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;Porque metade de mim é amor&lt;br /&gt; E a outra metade também."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/span&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/8193771-4762448142958035072?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4762448142958035072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=4762448142958035072' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>A Bea e a Raquel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sp7chXAe6FI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8b-TuH6NaWs/s1600-h/DSC00117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sp7chXAe6FI/AAAAAAAAAc8/8b-TuH6NaWs/s320/DSC00117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376977470796785746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-1021235287294065276?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1021235287294065276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6334975724521687019</id><published>2009-08-29T01:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T01:39:41.631+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha vida</title><content type='html'>Se uma pétala voasse mais alto que o amor que por ti senti,&lt;br /&gt;A antiga escrita teria tanta vida como as palavras hoje ditas.&lt;br /&gt;Dos gestos ao rancor, as vidas perdidas questionadas,&lt;br /&gt;Tristes comparações ditas e desenhos feitos num imaginário largado.&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de fechar os olhos e simplesmente dormir...&lt;br /&gt;O que digo já não o quero.&lt;br /&gt;o meu Amor, Paz, Respirar e simplesmente Viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-6334975724521687019?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6940108617268915916</id><published>2009-08-13T14:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:57:38.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Criança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;De pensar o que faço ao fazer,&lt;br /&gt;No agir do querer ser por sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Na imensidão do sentir sem saber,&lt;br /&gt;No fundo... sou criança pela imaturidade do conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, brincar, rir, saltar, dançar,&lt;br /&gt;divertir, explorar, chorar,&lt;br /&gt;caminhar e por ventura simplesmente olhar,&lt;br /&gt;...entre tanto.&lt;br /&gt;São passos que nesta vida continuarei a partilhar.&lt;br /&gt;Aos que comigo continuamente crescem um "Olá" de pura satisfação!&lt;br /&gt;No fundo... quero ser criança.&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/8193771-6940108617268915916?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6940108617268915916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=6940108617268915916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6940108617268915916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6940108617268915916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/08/sou-crianca.html' title='Sou Criança...'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6408903060581350983</id><published>2009-08-03T15:20:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:47:10.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Primeiro Mês da Beatriz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SnbzZ1HVfBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DX5JAvMaMUI/s1600-h/_MG_3827.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SnbzZ1HVfBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DX5JAvMaMUI/s320/_MG_3827.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365743631138651154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um Sorriso diário neste percurso que é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda hora uma festa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noites como os dias... o dia como as noites.&lt;br /&gt;Desde as fraldas à casa de "pantanas"... um mês de coração cheio já passou na vida de quem te rodeia... Amo-te muito filha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-6408903060581350983?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6408903060581350983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=6408903060581350983' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6408903060581350983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6408903060581350983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-primeiro-mes-da-beatriz.html' title='O Primeiro Mês da Beatriz'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SnbzZ1HVfBI/AAAAAAAAAc0/DX5JAvMaMUI/s72-c/_MG_3827.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-7512532017494862153</id><published>2009-07-24T15:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T15:42:55.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beatriz de Matos Raimundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnBXyHAqjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Lxigy6wZRx4/s1600-h/DSC04428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnBXyHAqjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Lxigy6wZRx4/s320/DSC04428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362029445693614642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Às 39 semanas de gestação, nasceu assim o nosso rebento,a Beatriz. No dia 3 de Julho de 2009 às 19h03min. , com 50cm pesava 3.350kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Why do birds suddenly appear&lt;br /&gt;Every time you are near&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do stars fall down from the sky&lt;br /&gt;Every time you walk by&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be&lt;br /&gt;Close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day that you were born the angels got together&lt;br /&gt;And decided to create a dream come true&lt;br /&gt;So they sprinkled moon dust in your hair of gold&lt;br /&gt;And starlight in your eyes of blue"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio,  o som,  as palavras, até mesmo as melodias, existem para  nos ajudar ou facilitar na comunicação... mas aqui confesso que ainda nada serve para explicar o que de melhor vem cá de dentro... uma vida, um ser, uma nova luz sobre uma brisa que me elucida do quão é importante o amor nas nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnBYFvAATI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5Rlvq9HHx9g/s1600-h/_MG_1641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnBYFvAATI/AAAAAAAAAcM/5Rlvq9HHx9g/s320/_MG_1641.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362029450961617202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(após as duas horas no recobro, aqui o registo do segundo contacto com a Bea)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnHPBge8yI/AAAAAAAAAck/crlsDd4PViI/s1600-h/DSC04472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnHPBge8yI/AAAAAAAAAck/crlsDd4PViI/s320/DSC04472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362035892277932834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(primeiro suplemento dado pelo papá)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnHC0aAhGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/sEXMNPi-RkY/s1600-h/DSC04518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnHC0aAhGI/AAAAAAAAAcc/sEXMNPi-RkY/s320/DSC04518.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362035682602681442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Beatriz ao sétimo dia de vida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnHBZ7Ak8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/NZDUcnOrP2g/s1600-h/_MG_2261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnHBZ7Ak8I/AAAAAAAAAcU/NZDUcnOrP2g/s320/_MG_2261.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362035658313470914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Beatriz com quinze dias)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Um Respirar.... Uma Nova Vida!&lt;/span&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/8193771-7512532017494862153?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7512532017494862153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=7512532017494862153' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7512532017494862153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7512532017494862153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/07/beatriz-de-matos-raimundo.html' title='Beatriz de Matos Raimundo'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SmnBXyHAqjI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Lxigy6wZRx4/s72-c/DSC04428.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5867835137473301927</id><published>2009-06-22T16:50:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:13:26.634+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O silêncio das palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sj-sdTixGwI/AAAAAAAAAb8/C0Lubbg5L_U/s1600-h/38+semanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sj-sdTixGwI/AAAAAAAAAb8/C0Lubbg5L_U/s320/38+semanas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350184501801720578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(37 semanas e 3 dias de gestação)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;"Na timidez de um véu coberto envolvem-se as aventuras do conhecimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Transparece o que vai cá dentro e veste o nu de teu segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;A semente tão desejada cresce e sorri aos olhos de qualquer medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Que na vida te brinda por tão grandioso sentir sereno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;És a filha do nosso universo com a força de todos os sentidos e elementos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Aventureira és forte, desejada, entre tanto e tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Um brilho te irá saudar a cada passo que deres,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;No dia e na escuridão desta natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;O olhar será esse, sempre o teu... AMOR.&lt;/span&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/8193771-5867835137473301927?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5867835137473301927/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5867835137473301927' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5867835137473301927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5867835137473301927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/06/o-silencio-das-palavras.html' title='O silêncio das palavras'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sj-sdTixGwI/AAAAAAAAAb8/C0Lubbg5L_U/s72-c/38+semanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3225550466394136826</id><published>2009-05-31T16:39:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:24:42.939+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Shih-Tzu e primeiras imagens do nosso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;História&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;As origens do Shih Tzu estão envoltas em mistério. Sabemos que este pequeno é originário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;do Tibete e qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;e é uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiKsldFwXNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pw5EHRqTKuY/s1600-h/02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 78px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiKsldFwXNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pw5EHRqTKuY/s200/02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342021867478736082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; raça bastante antiga, que existe provave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lmente antes da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Era Moderna. Contudo os primeiros registos deste cão datam já&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; do século XVII, altura em que foram introduzidos na corte Chinesa. Alguns &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;exemplares foram doados ao imperado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;r e passaram a ser uma das poucas raças que habitavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; a ´Cidade Sagrada´, residência &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;oficial da família do imperador. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Pensa-se que estes cães resultam do cruzamento entre o Lhasa Apso e o Pequinês. Devido à pelagem profusa, foram apelidados de Shih Tzu, que significa “pequeno leão” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;em Chinês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2YALUEoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hfM4uPDtLGg/s1600-h/00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 142px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2YALUEoI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hfM4uPDtLGg/s200/00.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342032631495398018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Devido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt; ao car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ácter sagrado que os Chineses e Tibetanos atribuíam às suas raças de cães, os Shih Tzus tamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ém não eram comercializados, apenas oferecidos. Foi apenas nos anos 30 do século XX que o Shih &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tzu foi introduzido no Ocidente, em In&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;glaterra. No início do século, o número de cães desta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;raça era reduz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;do, mas a exportação para a Europa e mais tarde os Estados Unidos da América valeu a este pequeno cão um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:100%;"  &gt;a popularidade quase imediata que iria garantir a sua sobrevivência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tempe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;ram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;ento&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2Ynry4II/AAAAAAAAAbU/7rIvDeiwegs/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 153px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2Ynry4II/AAAAAAAAAbU/7rIvDeiwegs/s200/01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342032642100617346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O Shih Tzu é um cão que gosta bastante da companhia dos humanos. Bastante fiel, é um bom cão de alerta, visto desconfiar de estranhos e não hesitar em ladrar em alerta.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; É um bom cão de família, uma vez que dá-se bem com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; outros animais, desde que devidamente socializado. Com crianças, pode ser uma boa escolha, desde que s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;ejam crianças mais crescidas que não sujeitem o cão a um tratamento bruto ou demasiado insistentes. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Apesar de serem brincalhões, estes cães são relativamente calmos dentro de casa, sendo por isso uma boa companhia para idosos. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; São óptimos cães de colo para quem gosta de passar o tempo a mimar os animais. O Shih Tzu assim o exige.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Exercício e Treino&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2YpeThEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/brOVESRuMmE/s1600-h/28052009+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2YpeThEI/AAAAAAAAAbc/brOVESRuMmE/s200/28052009+4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342032642580907074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O Shih Tzu é o cão ideal para apartamento. Relativamente activo em casa, necessita de pouco exercício no exterior. Os passeios diários são suficientes para gastar as energias que a brincadeira não utilizou. &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Teimosos e às vezes demasiado orgulhosos, os Shih Tzus podem ser “dobrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;” com um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; treino consistente e baseado no treino positivo. Alguns podem contudo ser difíceis de educar. Mas o treino é fundamental nesta raça, uma vez que estes cães podem-se tornar barulhentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;imprevisíveis e demasiado excitáveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Aparência Geral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiKsllIfnvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NtRMyG03y8Y/s1600-h/29052009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiKsllIfnvI/AAAAAAAAAbE/NtRMyG03y8Y/s200/29052009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342021869637705458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O Shih-Tzu é um cão de pequeno porte, de pelagem longa e lisa. Não deve ter mais de 26,7 cm. Pode pesar entre 4,5 e 8,1 Kg, mas o peso ideal é entre 4,5 e e 7,3 Kg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; É um cão compacto, com um andar arrogante e solto. Com uma cabeça larga e redonda, o focinho é curto e ligeiramente quadrado. Possui um exuberante topete, que se não for preso por um laço lhe tapa o focinho todo, e uma barbicha e bigode densos. Os olhos são bem separados, grandes e escuros. As orelhas são compridas, cobertas de uma pelagem longa, caindo pendentes para cada lado da cabeça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O corpo é quadrado e revestido por uma pelagem comprida e exuberante que lhe cobre os pés. A cauda é enrolada sobre o dorso e é também guarnecida de uma basta pelagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; O pêlo é  longo e exuberante. Denso e liso, algumas onda são contudo permitidas. Todas as cores são admitidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O Shih Tzu é um cão saudável. Apesar disso, existem sempre doenças com maior incidência na raça. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2nbMw1gI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KjXZvZuA4IQ/s1600-h/04.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2nbMw1gI/AAAAAAAAAb0/KjXZvZuA4IQ/s200/04.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342032896447272450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Entre elas estão problemas nas articulações e doenças que afectem os olhos e os ouvidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Sendo braquicéfalo, focinho achatado, estes cães não lidam bem com o calor e têm frequentemente problemas respiratórios. Devido a esta forma do focinho, têm tendência a ter problemas oculares devido à pestanas que curvam para dentro do olho, causando irritação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; O Shih Tzu tem tendência a engordar, o que deve ser contrariando, através do controlo da dieta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Os dentes tendem a cair mais cedo do que o normal e por isso devem merecer especial atenção: lavagens frequentes e comida seca são algumas medidas preventivas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Higiene&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2ZBC3PqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LXePIeunzeI/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2ZBC3PqI/AAAAAAAAAbk/LXePIeunzeI/s200/05.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342032648908258978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;O Shih Tzu é um cão mantido com a pelagem longa exige cuidados diários. O pêlo deve escovado para evitar riças e problemas de pele. A pelagem longa arrasta no chão o que faz com que seja necessário dar banho frequentemente a estes cães. A franja deve ser presa no cimo da cabeça para que o pêlo não caia para cima dos olhos do animal. O Shih Tzu necessita também que o focinho seja limpo depois das refeições para que o pêlo não manche.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Com o pêlo aparado os cuidados com a pelagem são reduzidos. O cão não necessita de tantos banhos, nem de prender a franja. Mas este corte não é admissível em exposições caninas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; É preciso bastante cuidado com os dentes desta raça, por isso a lavagem não pode ser descuidada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2nB2qyFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/fjV5XP02XA0/s1600-h/03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 154px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiK2nB2qyFI/AAAAAAAAAbs/fjV5XP02XA0/s200/03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342032889643714642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; Os olhos também exigem alguma manutenção, sobretudo porque há tendência para desenvolverem um excesso de lágrima que mancha o pêlo. &lt;/span&gt;&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/8193771-3225550466394136826?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://arcadenoe.sapo.pt/raca/shih_tzu/60' title='O Shih-Tzu e primeiras imagens do nosso!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3225550466394136826/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3225550466394136826' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3225550466394136826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3225550466394136826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/shih-tzu.html' title='O Shih-Tzu e primeiras imagens do nosso!'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiKsldFwXNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/pw5EHRqTKuY/s72-c/02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-4905040829987327446</id><published>2009-05-31T16:03:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:20:14.174+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O  nosso ShihTzu - Gandalf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiKfYEQTCVI/AAAAAAAAAak/-MZmxjDQVh4/s1600-h/Ganda001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiKfYEQTCVI/AAAAAAAAAak/-MZmxjDQVh4/s320/Ganda001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342007343822604626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gandalf, o novo membro da família, nascido a 15 de Abril de 2009, chegou-nos a 27 de Maio. Uma encomenda sem dúvida, uma alegria e uma aventura... agora somos três a prepararmo-nos para a chegada da Beatriz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a família continua a crescer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3&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/8193771-4905040829987327446?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4905040829987327446/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=4905040829987327446' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4905040829987327446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4905040829987327446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-nosso-shihtzu-gandalf.html' title='O  nosso ShihTzu - Gandalf'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SiKfYEQTCVI/AAAAAAAAAak/-MZmxjDQVh4/s72-c/Ganda001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1589425891782406527</id><published>2009-05-21T09:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T09:38:57.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nadar contra a corrente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Um barco em maré decrescente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Cai sobre um areal na memória apagada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;ao mundo sob urbano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;És como uma flecha nesta estrela cadente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;A refugiares-te do tempo estável em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Lua alegre de acto triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;....por um jogo incoerente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;A memória cala as tuas palavras adormecidas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Acorda.&lt;/span&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/8193771-1589425891782406527?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1589425891782406527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1589425891782406527' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1589425891782406527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1589425891782406527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/nadar-contra-corrente.html' title='Nadar contra a corrente'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-89024457019596932</id><published>2009-05-20T14:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T14:25:14.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A "minha" Zorba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/ShQEilrHo7I/AAAAAAAAAac/VsorhqzaJyw/s1600-h/l_632af19234118a344261ee5bca53004d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/ShQEilrHo7I/AAAAAAAAAac/VsorhqzaJyw/s200/l_632af19234118a344261ee5bca53004d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337896450615911346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Saudade*&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/8193771-89024457019596932?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/89024457019596932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=89024457019596932' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/89024457019596932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/89024457019596932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/minha-zorba.html' title='A &quot;minha&quot; Zorba'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/ShQEilrHo7I/AAAAAAAAAac/VsorhqzaJyw/s72-c/l_632af19234118a344261ee5bca53004d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1314969980850799473</id><published>2009-05-11T13:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:04:53.125+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Nossa Bebé em 3D - 3º Trimestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sggd2ZZ83YI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1ANP5HHqCOc/s1600-h/Beatriz+31+semanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sggd2ZZ83YI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1ANP5HHqCOc/s320/Beatriz+31+semanas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334546578990226818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: webdings;"&gt;Impõe-se o silêncio no mais sábio dos poetas para esta magia de alguma forma poder partilhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Mas às 31 semanas e 1 um dia de gestação soubemos que já deu a volta e prepara-se para a última etapa, neste universo mais lindo de sua criação. Filha, como te amo e de tanto desejo em te poder tocar como "receio" das saudades no mais intimo de mim, ao deixar desta forma te sentir. O ninho está quase pronto para ti, enquanto o carinho e aconchego cá te esperam sempre e sempre de sorriso no rosto e alegria neste teu peito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:webdings;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*blessed be*&lt;/span&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/8193771-1314969980850799473?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1314969980850799473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1314969980850799473' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1314969980850799473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1314969980850799473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/05/nossa-bebe-em-3d-3-trimestre.html' title='A Nossa Bebé em 3D - 3º Trimestre'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sggd2ZZ83YI/AAAAAAAAAaU/1ANP5HHqCOc/s72-c/Beatriz+31+semanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-8631922137340013313</id><published>2009-04-30T20:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T20:18:01.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Maternity Photograph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sfn3tYkcN7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/0db5PE-_Nwo/s1600-h/_MG_8108_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sfn3tYkcN7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/0db5PE-_Nwo/s320/_MG_8108_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330563993031161778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: webdings; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Com as lágrimas do tempo e a cal do meu dia eu fiz o cimento da minha poesia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;por Vinicius de Moraes&lt;/span&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/8193771-8631922137340013313?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pauloraimundo.com/' title='Another Maternity Photograph'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8631922137340013313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8631922137340013313' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8631922137340013313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8631922137340013313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-maternity-photograph.html' title='Another Maternity Photograph'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sfn3tYkcN7I/AAAAAAAAAaM/0db5PE-_Nwo/s72-c/_MG_8108_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-2450577729966995808</id><published>2009-04-28T02:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:46:21.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Nosso Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfZfxO7Dt6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/iuJamiCkzEM/s1600-h/Amo_te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfZfxO7Dt6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/iuJamiCkzEM/s320/Amo_te.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329552508463593378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;* Amor *&lt;/span&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/8193771-2450577729966995808?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2450577729966995808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=2450577729966995808' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/2450577729966995808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/2450577729966995808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-nosso-universo_28.html' title='O Nosso Universo'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfZfxO7Dt6I/AAAAAAAAAaE/iuJamiCkzEM/s72-c/Amo_te.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-8278704467139490741</id><published>2009-04-28T02:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T02:44:02.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Deixa-me Dormir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que o brilho do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Nos aconchegue nesta saudade... Luz;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;A noite quando nos rodeia desenha o véu em seu tecido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Na areia escuto o Homem por entre linhas deste universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Calou a mágoa que nos agarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Entre sombras que a cada um faz sentido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" &gt;Despiu o frio que em ti se mata&lt;br /&gt;E canta o calor deste meu vestido.&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/8193771-8278704467139490741?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8278704467139490741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8278704467139490741' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8278704467139490741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8278704467139490741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-nosso-universo.html' title='Deixa-me Dormir'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-8613057322170506143</id><published>2009-04-27T16:37:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:59:56.671+01:00</updated><title type='text'>29 semanas de gestação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfXV2hm1R_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/mX2TAuBQfls/s1600-h/1_nos_soft_preto_branco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 370px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfXV2hm1R_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/mX2TAuBQfls/s400/1_nos_soft_preto_branco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329400866773747698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfXWK2CYsjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/v6pH59_lypg/s1600-h/Amor_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfXWK2CYsjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/v6pH59_lypg/s320/Amor_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329401215855407666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfXUXVodXII/AAAAAAAAAYw/o2HWa2ddJTQ/s1600-h/Amor_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfXUXVodXII/AAAAAAAAAYw/o2HWa2ddJTQ/s320/Amor_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329399231471770754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-8613057322170506143?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pauloraimundo.com/' title='29 semanas de gestação'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8613057322170506143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8613057322170506143' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8613057322170506143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8613057322170506143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/29-semanas-de-gestacao.html' title='29 semanas de gestação'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfXV2hm1R_I/AAAAAAAAAZA/mX2TAuBQfls/s72-c/1_nos_soft_preto_branco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-9101821839462694034</id><published>2009-04-27T10:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T11:04:11.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto do amor total</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfWBWBgdGeI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q4CA1Xc33Dw/s1600-h/N%C3%B3s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 120px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfWBWBgdGeI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q4CA1Xc33Dw/s200/N%C3%B3s.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329307949424515554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Amo-te tanto meu amor... não cante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;O humano coração com mais verdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amo-te como amigo e como amante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Numa sempre diversa realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amo-te enfim, de um calmo amor prestante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;E te amo além, presente na saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amo-te, enfim, com grande liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Dentro da eternidade e a cada instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amo-te como um bicho, simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;De um amor sem mistério e sem virtude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Com um desejo maciço e permanente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;E de te amar assim, muito e amiúde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;É que um dia em teu corpo de repente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hei de morrer de amar mais do que pude."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;por Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque cada dia que passa para nós é uma festa, saúde, amor, carinho, experiências, viver, respirar, sucesso, até o simples  acto de podermos caminhar... que hoje, como mais um dia, assim fiquemos com o registo de eternos namorados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-9101821839462694034?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9101821839462694034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=9101821839462694034' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/9101821839462694034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/9101821839462694034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/soneto-do-amor-total.html' title='Soneto do amor total'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SfWBWBgdGeI/AAAAAAAAAX4/q4CA1Xc33Dw/s72-c/N%C3%B3s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6026264993830149330</id><published>2009-04-17T20:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:28:47.579+01:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Meses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;28 Semanas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-6026264993830149330?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6026264993830149330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=6026264993830149330' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6026264993830149330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6026264993830149330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/7-meses.html' title='7 Meses'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3476431646818920459</id><published>2009-04-07T11:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T11:21:36.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Patinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sdsn_JLCgSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XMtmaeElDiE/s1600-h/patinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sdsn_JLCgSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XMtmaeElDiE/s400/patinhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321891350415835426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foto é do marido... mas... melhor a imagem da minha cara metade do que as minhas palavras neste momento para descrever a minha vontade de chapinhar na àgua que nem um patinho livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Semanas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3476431646818920459?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.pauloraimundo.com/' title='Patinhos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3476431646818920459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3476431646818920459' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3476431646818920459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3476431646818920459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/04/patinhos.html' title='Patinhos'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/Sdsn_JLCgSI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XMtmaeElDiE/s72-c/patinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6413095185473071986</id><published>2009-03-18T16:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T17:00:49.097Z</updated><title type='text'>A minha vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/ScEnjhGR5HI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z8wLQyBIVO0/s1600-h/l_c5fdb18a72634447a9944adf0c17461a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/ScEnjhGR5HI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z8wLQyBIVO0/s320/l_c5fdb18a72634447a9944adf0c17461a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314572526407509106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(fotografia por Paulo de Matos Raimundo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se um beijo me falasse de amor pela madrugada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quem seria eu para ficar deitada, sem ti?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/8193771-6413095185473071986?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6413095185473071986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=6413095185473071986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6413095185473071986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6413095185473071986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/minha-vida.html' title='A minha vida'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/ScEnjhGR5HI/AAAAAAAAAXo/z8wLQyBIVO0/s72-c/l_c5fdb18a72634447a9944adf0c17461a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-813127892597607658</id><published>2009-03-09T14:44:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:05:27.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A nossa bebé em 3D - 2º Trimestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SbUrSZyJ55I/AAAAAAAAAXU/62jutlbIgJg/s1600-h/Imagem201%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SbUrSZyJ55I/AAAAAAAAAXU/62jutlbIgJg/s400/Imagem201%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311198930712258450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda no seu aconchego às 22 semanas e 1 dia, dentro de mim. Soubemos que é uma menina, seu nome Beatriz.&lt;br /&gt;De tanta partilha e vontade de te continuar a sentir, sempre e sempre, é neste amor rodeado de brilho, que passo a passo continuamos a compor o teu espaço e crescer para que nestes braços murmures a mais linda das canções... a história da tua vida, filha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SwáSthya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-813127892597607658?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/813127892597607658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=813127892597607658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/813127892597607658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/813127892597607658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/nossa-bebe-em-3d.html' title='A nossa bebé em 3D - 2º Trimestre'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SbUrSZyJ55I/AAAAAAAAAXU/62jutlbIgJg/s72-c/Imagem201%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-7652713964452245651</id><published>2009-03-09T14:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-09T14:43:39.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Beatriz - Chico Buarque</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijslD3bfsbk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ijslD3bfsbk&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Composição: Edu Lobo/Chico Buarque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é moça&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é triste&lt;br /&gt;Será que é o contrário&lt;br /&gt;Será que é pintura&lt;br /&gt;O rosto da atriz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se ela dança no sétimo céu&lt;br /&gt;Se ela acredita que é outro país&lt;br /&gt;E se ela só decora o seu papel&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que ela é de louça&lt;br /&gt;Será que é de éter&lt;br /&gt;Será que é loucura&lt;br /&gt;Será que é cenário&lt;br /&gt;A casa da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela mora num arranha-céu&lt;br /&gt;E se as paredes são feitas de giz&lt;br /&gt;E se ela chora num quarto de hotel&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, me leva pra sempre, Beatriz&lt;br /&gt;Me ensina a não andar com os pés no chão&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre é sempre por um triz&lt;br /&gt;Aí, diz quantos desastres tem na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Diz se é perigoso a gente ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha&lt;br /&gt;Será que é uma estrela&lt;br /&gt;Será que é mentira&lt;br /&gt;Será que é comédia&lt;br /&gt;Será que é divina&lt;br /&gt;A vida da atriz&lt;br /&gt;Se ela um dia despencar do céu&lt;br /&gt;E se os pagantes exigirem bis&lt;br /&gt;E se o arcanjo passar o chapéu&lt;br /&gt;E se eu pudesse entrar na sua vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-7652713964452245651?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7652713964452245651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=7652713964452245651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7652713964452245651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7652713964452245651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/beatriz-chico-buarque.html' title='Beatriz - Chico Buarque'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-4607127984795233444</id><published>2009-03-07T14:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T15:09:57.201Z</updated><title type='text'>14 de Fevereiro de 2009</title><content type='html'>Vida... Brilho ... Sorriso.... Amor... Vaidade... Orgulho...Cumplicidade... Paixão... Amizade... Mãos dadas... Chuva de emoções... no que de abrigo ao coração me pegou. Porque me viu e ao encontro dum beijo selado me levou. Já que vivemos e mais queremos respirar. Porque mesmo de olhos vendados a cada um conseguimos chegar... Laços concretizados e inicia-se um novo ciclo nesta caixinha por onde ando e agora unidos .... por onde caminhamos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao marido, companheiro, amante e melhor amigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Família de Matos Raimundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-4607127984795233444?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4607127984795233444/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=4607127984795233444' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4607127984795233444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4607127984795233444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2009/03/14-de-fevereiro-de-2009.html' title='14 de Fevereiro de 2009'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5481498483378637807</id><published>2009-01-28T21:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-28T21:37:28.887Z</updated><title type='text'>Para ser grande, sê inteiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada&lt;br /&gt;Teu exagera ou exclui.&lt;br /&gt;Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és&lt;br /&gt;No mínimo que fazes.&lt;br /&gt;Assim em cada lago a lua toda&lt;br /&gt;Brilha, porque alta vive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                  "Ricardo Reis"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-5481498483378637807?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5481498483378637807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5481498483378637807' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5481498483378637807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5481498483378637807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-8009887793200730605</id><published>2008-12-03T14:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:48:19.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Beto Betuk 5teto ao vivo no T.I.O. - Teatro Independente de Oeiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/STabdw7VVOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/eVdF73Jm_hs/s1600-h/BB+TIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/STabdw7VVOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/eVdF73Jm_hs/s400/BB+TIO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275574949163390178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beto Betuk 5teto - "Memórias da Terra Quente"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Beto Betuk // Composições e Percussões&lt;br /&gt;Armindo Neves // Direcção musical e Guitarra sintetizada&lt;br /&gt;Vasco Sousa // Contrabaixo&lt;br /&gt;Paulo Loureiro // Piano acústico&lt;br /&gt;Maria João Matos // Vozes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-8009887793200730605?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myspace.com/betobetuk' title='Beto Betuk 5teto ao vivo no T.I.O. - Teatro Independente de Oeiras'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8009887793200730605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8009887793200730605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8009887793200730605'/><link rel='self' 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height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-8561645253361471996</id><published>2008-09-25T09:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T10:07:20.314+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria Sincera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SNtT2GGPBOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y2cNLnm1vp0/s1600-h/swasthya.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SNtT2GGPBOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y2cNLnm1vp0/s400/swasthya.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249881979445249250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( Foto por Paulo Raimundo - http://www.pauloraimundo.com/ )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Se o Universo chorasse mais alto que eu,&lt;br /&gt;nada mais existiria neste plano, que o sentido duma ausência... Pele."&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/8193771-8561645253361471996?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8561645253361471996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8561645253361471996' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8561645253361471996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8561645253361471996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/09/alegria-sincera.html' title='Alegria Sincera'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SNtT2GGPBOI/AAAAAAAAAP8/y2cNLnm1vp0/s72-c/swasthya.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-2641824578736041223</id><published>2008-08-08T02:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T02:17:13.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De Mãos Dadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SJuc8AWzEdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6G94s50Nuuc/s1600-h/_MG_6264.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SJuc8AWzEdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6G94s50Nuuc/s320/_MG_6264.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231947946822668754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(mãos das sobrinhas Raquel e Matilde)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h4 style="font-style: italic;" class="fr"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Se o amor é fantasia, eu me encontro ultimamente em pleno carnaval."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;por Vinicius de Moraes&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/8193771-2641824578736041223?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2641824578736041223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=2641824578736041223' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/2641824578736041223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/2641824578736041223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-mos-dadas.html' title='De Mãos Dadas'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SJuc8AWzEdI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6G94s50Nuuc/s72-c/_MG_6264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-8831212605729027528</id><published>2008-08-08T01:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T20:05:24.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha Sobrinha Matilde... Já nasceu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SJuag8NtZsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jYzXstPY1tY/s1600-h/_MG_6223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SJuag8NtZsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jYzXstPY1tY/s320/_MG_6223.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231945282831083202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt; (Matilde com apenas umas horinhas - foto pelo Tio Paulo Raimundo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Foi assim que no dia 2 de Agosto de 2008, pelas 23h30.... estava eu a lalala lala la lala quando na primeira fila estão os avós da pequena, que através de exagerada "linguagem labial" me transmitem que a minha sobrinha mais nova ( pois a Raquel já com 7 meses!!!)  tinha acabado de nascer... como a Lua iluminou essa noite assim o meu coração ficou recheado de brilho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora ao novo rebento desta familia tudo pelo melhor sempre e sempre com muito Amor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-8831212605729027528?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8831212605729027528/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8831212605729027528' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8831212605729027528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8831212605729027528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/08/minha-sobrinha-matilde-j-nasceu.html' title='Minha Sobrinha Matilde... Já nasceu!'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SJuag8NtZsI/AAAAAAAAAPs/jYzXstPY1tY/s72-c/_MG_6223.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-8129830261232894113</id><published>2008-08-04T03:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T03:25:43.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>Como despida no embalo desta noite,&lt;br /&gt;Que a luz da madrugada aconhegue este corpo.... por te ver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-8129830261232894113?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/8129830261232894113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=8129830261232894113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8129830261232894113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/8129830261232894113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/08/corao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1330896702283956277</id><published>2008-07-23T04:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T04:18:07.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para De! As Saudades....</title><content type='html'>Essas teimam não adormecer mas o despertar no sorriso em cada memória torna-se como um ninho ao coração... em que além de o aconchegar e embalar... também o conforta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SwáSthya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-1330896702283956277?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1330896702283956277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1330896702283956277' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1330896702283956277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1330896702283956277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/07/para-de-as-saudades.html' title='Para De! As Saudades....'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3774264450316592334</id><published>2008-07-19T05:33:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T05:38:43.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Timbrado</title><content type='html'>Há "coisas" que só o tempo, a esse balanço, reconhece A maturidade...&lt;br /&gt;Como perde o Sentido nesse toque por um cheiro que o Olhar recusa saborear?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3774264450316592334?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3774264450316592334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3774264450316592334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3774264450316592334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3774264450316592334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/07/timbrado.html' title='Timbrado'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5648642331641685819</id><published>2008-07-14T01:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T01:58:26.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lá para fora... no Mar Campestre "Perfume"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os sentidos orientados a seu norte:&lt;br /&gt;Na intensidade da dispersão, é pobre mas&lt;br /&gt;... Se escutasse mais enquanto olha,&lt;br /&gt;Menos as ondas batiam...&lt;br /&gt;Mais dançavam,&lt;br /&gt;Menos esse rosto cerrado dormia...&lt;br /&gt;Mais brilhava,&lt;br /&gt;Também a mão te daria invés de com ela te cumprimentar...&lt;br /&gt; E o rosto... esse tocado por cada olhar&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o corpo se fazia sentir,&lt;br /&gt;.... Delicado andar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/8193771-5648642331641685819?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5648642331641685819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5648642331641685819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5648642331641685819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5648642331641685819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/07/l-para-fora-no-mar-campestre-perfume.html' title='Lá para fora... no Mar Campestre &quot;Perfume&quot;'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1767792346551953745</id><published>2008-07-10T00:37:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:35.474Z</updated><title type='text'>Contemplava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SHqgYGw00yI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rKnYYAyoL6A/s1600-h/sorri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SHqgYGw00yI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rKnYYAyoL6A/s200/sorri.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222663053882217250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Deitada.&lt;br /&gt;No relevo dessa tela,&lt;br /&gt;Te brilhava...&lt;br /&gt;A cada passo por o sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Essa lágrima que sorria ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto se fazia...&lt;br /&gt;...mesmo que só por ela...&lt;br /&gt;Existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A emoção percorre-me... por este corpo, enquanto der vida ao que acredito... Sorriso!&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/8193771-1767792346551953745?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1767792346551953745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1767792346551953745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1767792346551953745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1767792346551953745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/07/contemplava.html' title='Contemplava'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SHqgYGw00yI/AAAAAAAAAPg/rKnYYAyoL6A/s72-c/sorri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6114138479725270873</id><published>2008-07-02T01:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T00:58:58.972+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentir-Te</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;...Como a força do amanhecer e a poesia do anoitecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(autor desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-6114138479725270873?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6114138479725270873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=6114138479725270873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6114138479725270873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6114138479725270873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/07/sentir-te.html' title='Sentir-Te'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1858112204118803682</id><published>2008-07-02T00:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:01:29.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O canto continua melodioso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como o brilho que por ti foi brindado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nessa saudade o olhar penetrava, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enquanto a tua mão.... essa&lt;br /&gt;Mão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que teimava,&lt;br /&gt;Teimava não tocar nesta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Margem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o Tejo!&lt;/span&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/8193771-1858112204118803682?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1858112204118803682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1858112204118803682' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1858112204118803682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1858112204118803682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/07/tejo.html' title='Tejo'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5770530389023560375</id><published>2008-06-12T08:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T09:38:36.309+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alegria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Se chorasse cada gota o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;esse sorriso jamais esmorecia...&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/8193771-5770530389023560375?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5770530389023560375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5770530389023560375' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5770530389023560375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5770530389023560375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/06/alegria.html' title='Alegria'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5901813489986099339</id><published>2008-06-11T02:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T02:29:46.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dimensões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Hapiness is only real when shared"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(do filme "Into the Wild")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8193771-5901813489986099339?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5901813489986099339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5901813489986099339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5901813489986099339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5901813489986099339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/06/dimenses.html' title='Dimensões'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6184762166531398224</id><published>2008-06-02T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T23:58:20.284+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O rosto de uma lágrima</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Que nome posso ter"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me,&lt;br /&gt;depois de ti que nome posso ter&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa e eu não sei esquecer&lt;br /&gt;essa hora morna de prazer&lt;br /&gt;essa hora doce de querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa e eu só sei esperar&lt;br /&gt;do miradouro sonho-te a chegar&lt;br /&gt;ao meu corpo casa de morar&lt;br /&gt;flor vermelha que abre devagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou agora não posso saber&lt;br /&gt;a minha alma não soube reter&lt;br /&gt;faz-se silêncio ao anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;as aves choram quem não deixam ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rasga a distância, volta, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;rasga a distância, volta, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ti que nome posso ter&lt;br /&gt;o tempo passa e eu não sei esquecer&lt;br /&gt;essa hora morna de prazer&lt;br /&gt;essa hora doce de querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ti que nome posso ter&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ti que nome posso ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="fn"&gt;Eugénia de Vasconcellos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;De olhar sereno, enquanto o ouvido eternamente escutará essa pulsação de ontem ingerida e hoje partilhada. Jamais a minha lágrima será solitária na tua mão por tanto brilho enamorado... Um corpo viajante em pleno véu transparente... respirará a ausência dum laço criado. . . mas. . . Sentir esse toque a percorrer este caminho será o alimento desta vida por frequências dispersas reflectidas. Calo, escuto e olho... tudo isto é lindo. Obrigado pelo teu aconchego... num sorriso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*buji*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="post-author vcard"&gt;&lt;span class="fn"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8193771-6184762166531398224?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6184762166531398224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=6184762166531398224' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6184762166531398224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6184762166531398224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/06/lgrimas.html' title='O rosto de uma lágrima'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3932742500219979786</id><published>2008-06-01T18:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:35.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Projecto ADUF: Co-Produção Do CCC Estreou Com Sucesso Nas Caldas Da Rainha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SELgyyVEojI/AAAAAAAAAPI/uBOC57oNw2M/s1600-h/aduf00.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SELgyyVEojI/AAAAAAAAAPI/uBOC57oNw2M/s320/aduf00.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206971282301952562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;table style="float: left;" border="0" cellpadding="0" height="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dez anos depois de ter sido concebido para a Expo 98, o projecto ADUF foi recriado e voltou a estrear, a 30 de Maio, com uma nova roupagem no Centro Cultural e de Congressos das Caldas da Rainha.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um espectáculo de sons fortes, mas também com uma grande componente visual, onde imperavam os adufes de grandes dimensões que deram todo um aspecto invulgar ao palco. O mentor do projecto, José Salgueiro, contou desta vez com a participação de José Peixoto (ex-Madredeus) que compôs a maior parte das músicas. “&lt;strong&gt;Foi uma partilha. Ele compôs as melodias e eu compus os arranjos&lt;/strong&gt;”, explicou José Salgueiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma música com o espírito da cultura portuguesa, particularmente com um perfume do Sul e do Mediterrâneo. “&lt;strong&gt;Se calhar somos mais isso do que europeus&lt;/strong&gt;”, disse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O adufe (uma espécie de pandeiro quadrangular) é um instrumento português típico da Beira Baixa, mas com origens árabes. Para além dos adufes, ouviram-se também uma série de outros instrumentos de percussão e de sopro, mas também a guitarra eléctrica de José Peixoto e a voz sensacional da jovem Maria João Matos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na concepção do espectáculo original esteve a procura de ligações entre o passado e o presente, a sua utilização popular e tradicional e as abordagens mais contemporâneas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O novo desafio consiste em manter entre o passado e o presente do ADUF, mas ao mesmo tempo explorar novos caminhos, novas sonoridades, novos diálogos e novas parcerias artísticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para isso contribuem a utilização de meios audiovisuais no espectáculo e a introdução de novos ritmos, urbanos e industrializados, dando um testemunho de contemporaneidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Salgueiro admite também que no espectáculo há algum experimentalismo e improvisação. “&lt;strong&gt;Isso é inevitável, porque eu venho do jazz e gosto mesmo é deimprovisar&lt;/strong&gt;”, afirmou. No entanto, sabe que a música improvisada “&lt;strong&gt;não é alg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o que possa chegar a muita gente&lt;/strong&gt;” e por isso há que haver um compromisso entre o improviso e um programa definido. “&lt;strong&gt;O experimentalismo só nos faz é bem, porque temos de abrir os horizontes&lt;/strong&gt;”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o director do CCC, Carlos Mota, quem convidou José Salgueiro a voltar a fazer o Aduf, que tinha tido muito sucesso na Expo 98, numa co-produção com o Centro Cultural. “&lt;strong&gt;Fiquei deliciado com o convite. Aceitei o desafio e a partir desse momento fiquei comprometido com ele&lt;/strong&gt;”, explicou o artista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A colaboração com José Peixoto, que fez parte do grupo Madredeus, surge devido a uma antiga ligação entre os dois músicos. “&lt;strong&gt;O primeiro grupo que eu tive, quando tinha 18 anos, foi com José Salgueiro&lt;/strong&gt;”, contou José Peixoto. Sempre seguiram os seus próprios caminhos, mas houve sempre colaborações entre os dois. “&lt;strong&gt;O ADUF acabou por ser um pretexto para voltarmos a trabalhar juntos&lt;/strong&gt;”, disse o músico que em 2005 ganhou o troféu de melhor guitarrista do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram dois meses de trabalho intenso para ter o espectáculo pronto para a data marcada. O CCC acabou por se associar às “comemorações” dos dez anos da exposição mundial que em 1998 revolucionou Lisboa, da mesma forma que este espaço cultural veio revolucionar as Caldas da Rainha e a região Oeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Salgueiro elogiou muito as condições acústicas e técnicas do CCC, dizendo-se muito feliz com o facto de existir um local como este fora das grandes cidades. Também José Peixoto ficou surpreendido com o CCC, tendo comentado é importante que haja também um suporte financeiro que apoie estes espaços para que haja um bom programa cultural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sua opinião, não houve nenhuma diferença em fazer a estreia nas Caldas ou em Lisboa e Porto, para além do facto de poder vir a ter eventualmente mais público. Mesmo assim, conseguiu fazer com que viesse muita gente de Lisboa, principalmente os seus amigos do mundo da música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Salgueiro espera agora convites para apresentar este projecto noutras salas do país. “&lt;strong&gt;Queremos apresentar uma música alternativa, diferente daquele que as pessoas estão habituadas&lt;/strong&gt;”, afirmou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos Mota acha que este projecto representa uma nova tendência que pode ser definida como a nova música tradicional portuguesa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SELgzYevjOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r26O-VSTuOM/s1600-h/aduf01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SELgzYevjOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/r26O-VSTuOM/s320/aduf01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206971292543061218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SELgzlpIyHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J_-tm2PCWVk/s1600-h/aduf02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SELgzlpIyHI/AAAAAAAAAPY/J_-tm2PCWVk/s320/aduf02.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206971296076318834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3932742500219979786?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ccc.eu.com/artigos/artigo.asp?nid=64&amp;sec=35' title='Projecto ADUF: Co-Produção Do CCC Estreou Com Sucesso Nas Caldas Da Rainha'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3932742500219979786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3932742500219979786' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3932742500219979786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3932742500219979786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/06/projecto-aduf-co-produo-do-ccc-estreou.html' title='Projecto ADUF: Co-Produção Do CCC Estreou Com Sucesso Nas Caldas Da Rainha'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SELgyyVEojI/AAAAAAAAAPI/uBOC57oNw2M/s72-c/aduf00.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-517570217104073830</id><published>2008-05-25T22:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:36.165Z</updated><title type='text'>Aduf de José Salgueiro e José Peixoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;30 Maio 2008  |  21:30  |  Grande Auditório&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SDnXqgihhKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kB8MDGkDRgU/s1600-h/Aduf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SDnXqgihhKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kB8MDGkDRgU/s320/Aduf.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204427969692533922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vai ser no Centro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;u&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ltu&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;ral e Congressos - Caldas da Rainha a estreia nacional de uma nova leitura do pro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;jecto&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; “ADUF”, concebido para a Expo 98 e que reaparece agora com novas experiências e com a colaboração de José Peixoto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O espectáculo “ADUF” foi concebido a partir de um convite da Expo 98 a José Salgueiro. O mote era um instrumento de percussão de origem árabe de nome adufe e composto por duas peles de cabra cozidas numa estrutura leve em formato quadrado e com uma longa tradição na música popular portuguesa, em particular nos cantares femininos da Beira Baixa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na concepção do espectáculo original esteve a procura de ligações entre o passado e o presente, a sua utilização popular e tradicional e as abordagens mais contemporâneas. Procurava-se estabelecer pontes temporais, encontrando as ligações e os contrastes sonoros nas várias abordagens ao instrumento. O moderno e o que ainda sobrevive da cultura portuguesa no seu estado mais puro conviveram no mesmo palco, numa quase conversa musical entre José Salgueiro (munido de uns adufes redimensionados e com sonoridades totalmente distintas das tradicionais) e um grupo de adufeiras da aldeia de Monsanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dez anos após a Expo 1998, a intenção não poderia ser a de simplesmente repor o espectáculo inicial. Há que aceitar o caminho percorrido pelo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O novo desafio consiste em, mantendo a linha orientadora do projecto inicial – pontes, ligações e contrastes entre o passado e o presente do ADUF - explorar novos caminhos, novas sonoridades, novos diálogos e novas parcerias artísticas. Para isso contribuem a utilização de meios audiovisuais no espectáculo e a introdução de novos ritmos, urbanos e industrializados, dando um testemunho de contemporaneidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Salgueiro conta agora com a colaboração de José Peixoto, como parceiro artístico. José Peixoto faz parte do grupo Madredeus e tem colaborado com alguns dos melhores músicos nacionais. Em 2005 ganhou o troféu de melhor guitarrista do ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem só de um espectáculo de percussão se trata, nem só acompanhar canções com uma enorme bateria percussiva é o objectivo. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quilo a que nos propomos é conceber um espectáculo com a tal natureza percussiva que garanta a presença telúrica de uma energia ritual e primordial que intersecta a condição de cada ser humano, e em que essa natureza possa ser vestida, melodicamente, com um critério tal que permita um abrangente campo poético, sem nunca perder energia e que se sinta transversalmente, uma origem geográfica, a espaços mais real, a outros mais imaginária, que respeite a universalidade da origem e da expressão do ´ser português&lt;/strong&gt;", referem os autores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; música, na sua verdade, não tem idade e a sua juventude é permanente e universal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É com este espírito que nos apresentamos e é esta a essência pura da música que vos queremos deixar&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Músicos:&lt;/strong&gt; José Peixoto&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;guitarra e composição; José Salgueiro, Percussão e concepção; Alexandre Dinis, teclados; Gonçalo Marques, sopros; Maria João Matos, voz; Carlos Miguel, percussão; Sebastien Scheriff, percussão; Ivo costa, percussão. Nuno Oliveira, desenho de som; Vítor Azevedo, desenho de luz.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Co - Produção:&lt;/strong&gt; Aduf musica e CCC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preço:&lt;/strong&gt; 10 €&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Duração:&lt;/strong&gt; 75m / 90m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-517570217104073830?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.ccc.eu.com/artigos/artigo.asp?sec=8&amp;nid=16' title='Aduf de José Salgueiro e José Peixoto'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/517570217104073830/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=517570217104073830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/517570217104073830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/517570217104073830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/05/aduf-de-jos-salgueiro-e-jos-peixoto.html' title='Aduf de José Salgueiro e José Peixoto'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SDnXqgihhKI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/kB8MDGkDRgU/s72-c/Aduf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5644244913698317102</id><published>2008-05-19T14:19:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:36.367Z</updated><title type='text'>Tecido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SDGAIeJnkII/AAAAAAAAAOI/VfJeaoeYqZk/s1600-h/22Abril200803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SDGAIeJnkII/AAAAAAAAAOI/VfJeaoeYqZk/s320/22Abril200803.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202079927610347650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;(sobre o tejo foi assim... Como Brilha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levara a neblina um véu de timidez até ela,&lt;br /&gt;Lua bailarina no rosto da verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Às cordas recordava o andante de sua névoa&lt;br /&gt;E aos pedaços de si próprio as marés porque chorava.&lt;br /&gt;Sorridente era aquele&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia te escutou e em plena&lt;br /&gt;Entrega também a ti se ligou.&lt;br /&gt;Que perdure nessa brisa a frescura dum encontro&lt;br /&gt;Delicado que a vida proporcionou.&lt;br /&gt;Partilhar a existência de mais um acto por sensibilidades e respirações brindadas...&lt;br /&gt;Que o coração na ponta dos teus dedos&lt;br /&gt;Irradia tantos seres quanto a marca&lt;br /&gt;Já tatuada no meu...&lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo.&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/8193771-5644244913698317102?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.josepeixoto.com/' title='Tecido'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5644244913698317102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5644244913698317102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5644244913698317102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5644244913698317102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/05/sobre-o-tejo-foi-assim-como-brilha.html' title='Tecido'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SDGAIeJnkII/AAAAAAAAAOI/VfJeaoeYqZk/s72-c/22Abril200803.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5032488216584047852</id><published>2008-05-16T12:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:36.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Moagem de Fundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SC17AOJnkHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uhQyHW0ft0k/s1600-h/maoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SC17AOJnkHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uhQyHW0ft0k/s320/maoss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200948388411445362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que a subtileza do teu ver.... nesse olhar sobre estradas de que me perco, brinde mais um sorriso por mãos dadas em pleno conforto esse do conhecimento. Numa saída próxima do saber estar, que a auto-estrada seja o encontro destes universos por um brilho radiante, em que simplesmente só quererá ficar... Onde os sentidos se cruzam e a manifestação revela-se como uma dança tribal sobre as vestes das peles de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;Fora a capa e resta-nos o ser... assim como o respirar nesta entrega.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às árvores, às cores, à frescura da brisa que conduz o vento sobre o meu rosto, aos cheiros, ao toque, à fertilidade do sentir nas emoções desta vida, ao inconsciente na sua presença mais distante... aos valores e tudo mais que possa viver.... uma mão dada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SwáSthya*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-5032488216584047852?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5032488216584047852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5032488216584047852' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5032488216584047852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5032488216584047852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/05/moagem-de-fundo.html' title='Moagem de Fundo'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SC17AOJnkHI/AAAAAAAAAOA/uhQyHW0ft0k/s72-c/maoss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-245253717234711074</id><published>2008-05-06T00:59:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:36.662Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Sorriso Às Estrelas No Brilho Deste Universo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SB-iDqJiDCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7YBNt_A43bM/s1600-h/amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SB-iDqJiDCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7YBNt_A43bM/s400/amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197050678746418210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O canto a rasgar as emoções dando um banho à alma, assume o ramo continuo no caminho do teu sorriso. Espreito esse olhar que me envolve e faz dançar como as ondas da praia, onde aquela areia eu pisava e de ti aspirei o sonho que um coração mais pode querer... Envolvo e deixo-me ir cada vez mais como se entre desejos e pensamentos uma nuvem sustentasse o melhor das nossas emoções. Perto e distante de forma igual... um como um só... o teu ver no meu olhar e o meu coração no teu sentir.&lt;br /&gt;A partilha como um registo das emoções geradas à flor da pele enquanto o bater do coração vem aos dedos na mania de tomar sentimentos por palavras quando nem um terço do que aqui vai consigo expor de tal forma. Peço-te... Fecha os olhos e simplesmente escuta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*'s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte da arte do meu orgulho ---&gt; http://www.pauloraimundo.com/   :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paulo M. C. Raimundo, Paulinho, Amor, Doidinho... Toininho... Maluquinho eheh? O que preferes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SwáSthya!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-245253717234711074?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/245253717234711074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=245253717234711074' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/245253717234711074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/245253717234711074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/05/um-sorriso-s-estrelas-no-brilho-deste.html' title='Um Sorriso Às Estrelas No Brilho Deste Universo'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SB-iDqJiDCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/7YBNt_A43bM/s72-c/amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-101918176235095246</id><published>2008-05-02T19:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:36.987Z</updated><title type='text'>Matilde</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SBtdt6JiDBI/AAAAAAAAANw/rDwhWfl_fCo/s1600-h/Matilde.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SBtdt6JiDBI/AAAAAAAAANw/rDwhWfl_fCo/s400/Matilde.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195849638386732050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(imagem incrivel da minha sobrinha que já toma atitude na fotografia eheh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;" Wasted and wounded, it ain't what the moon did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I've got what I paid for now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see ya tomorrow, hey Frank, can I borrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a couple of bucks from you, to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matilda with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm an innocent victim of a blinded alley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'm tired of all these soldiers here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no one speaks English, and everything's broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and my Stacys are soaking wet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to go waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now the dogs are barking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the taxi cab's parking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a lot they can do for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I begged you to stab me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;you tore my shirt open&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'm down on my knees tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Old Bushmill's I staggered, you buried the dagger in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;your silhouette window light to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matilda with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;now I lost my Saint Christopher now that I've kissed her and the one-armed bandit knows, and the maverick Chinamen, and the cold-blooded signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the girls down by the strip-tease shows go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no, I don't want your sympathy, the fugitives say that the streets aren't for dreaming now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;manslaughter dragnets and the ghosts that sell memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;they want a piece of the action anyhow go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing Matilda with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and you can ask any sailor, and the keys from the jailor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and the old men in wheelchairs know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;that Matilda's the defendant, she killed about a hundred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and she follows wherever you may go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;waltzing Matilda, waltzing Matilda, you'll go waltzing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matilda with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and it's a battered old suitcase to a hotel someplace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and a wound that will never heal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;no prima donna, the perfume is on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;an old shirt that is stained with blood and whiskey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and goodnight to the street sweepers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the night watchman flame keepers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and goodnight to Matilda too"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta vai ser uma de várias que a tia te murmurá ao ouvido enquanto te embala sobre o balanço delicado que é a vida... está quase!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com carinho ternura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-101918176235095246?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/101918176235095246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=101918176235095246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/101918176235095246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/101918176235095246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/05/matilde.html' title='Matilde'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SBtdt6JiDBI/AAAAAAAAANw/rDwhWfl_fCo/s72-c/Matilde.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-2256075126598825206</id><published>2008-04-22T00:42:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:37.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SA0qQKJiC_I/AAAAAAAAANg/jxGrLumxuuM/s1600-h/Colagem00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/SA0qQKJiC_I/AAAAAAAAANg/jxGrLumxuuM/s400/Colagem00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191852402518658034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(foto por Paulo Ferreira - &lt;a class="titulo" style="font-size: 11px;" href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/spaulf"&gt;http://www.olhares.com/spaulf&lt;/a&gt; )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Só posso crer num deus que saiba dançar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;por Nietzsche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: center;" class="fr"&gt;http://www.swasthya-yoga.eu/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)   ...SwáSthya !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-2256075126598825206?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Eu cá continuo na minha... Quero mais é... Respirar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-7444344399254836337?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/7444344399254836337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=7444344399254836337' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7444344399254836337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/7444344399254836337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/04/como-uma-criana.html' title='Como Uma Criança'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3279027710134348630</id><published>2008-03-31T12:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:37.299Z</updated><title type='text'>6ª Festa Do Jazz Do São Luiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R_DRKFuhUrI/AAAAAAAAANY/e7-SSdNQFSo/s1600-h/CapaFestaJazzSoLuiz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R_DRKFuhUrI/AAAAAAAAANY/e7-SSdNQFSo/s200/CapaFestaJazzSoLuiz.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183873142369637042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos próximos dias &lt;strong&gt;5 e 6 de Abril&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;sábado&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;domingo&lt;/strong&gt;), tem lugar a sexta edição da &lt;strong&gt;Festa do Jazz do São Luiz&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;5 de Abril (sábado)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro-Estúdio Mário Viegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Paula Sousa Quarteto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula Sousa (piano), Afonso Pais (guitarra), Hugo Antunes (contrabaixo), Luís Candeias (bateria) e João Guimarães (saxofone alto (convidado)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Júlio Resende Quarteto "Da Alma"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Pedro Coelho (saxofone tenor), Júlio Resende (piano), João Custódio (contrabaixo) e João Rijo (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;20h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Ficções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rui Luís Pereira “Dudas” (guitarras/alaúde (oud)), Guto Lucena (saxofones/flauta), João Paulo (piano), Yuri Daniel (baixo eléctrico/contrabaixo) e Alexandre Frazão (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Café São Luiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17h00 -19h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Pedro Madaleno Trio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Madaleno (guitarra), Nelson Cascais (contrabaixo) e Alexandre Frazão (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sala Principal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;19h00  - &lt;strong&gt;Marta Hugon Quarteto "Story Teller"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marta Hugon (voz), Filipe Melo (piano), Bernardo Moreira (contrabaixo), André Sousa Machado (bateria) e João Moreira (trompete) (convidado)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21h30 - &lt;strong&gt;Mário Laginha / António Jorge Gonçalves "Concerto Desenhado"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mário Laginha (piano) e António Jorge Gonçalves (desenho digital em tempo real)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;23h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Carlos Barretto "In Loko"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Moreira (trompete), Mário Delgado (guitarra), Bernardo Sassetti (Fender Rhodes), Carlos Barretto (contrabaixo), José Salgueiro (bateria) e Sebastian Scheriff (percussão)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jardim de Inverno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;00h30 - &lt;strong&gt;Septeto de Jazz da ESMAE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Mortágua (saxofone alto), Susana Santos Silva (trompete), Lucía Martínez (vibrafone), Miguel Moreira (guitarra), Joaquim Rodrigues (piano), Zé Carlos Barbosa (contrabaixo) e José Marrucho (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolas de Música - Jardim de Inverno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Combo de Jazz do Conservatório Nacional&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Margarida Campelo, Joana Campelo, Susana Quaresma (voz), Ricardo Branco, Rafael Lopes (saxofones), Sara Van Holstein (violoncelo), Iris Godinho, Inês Laginha, André Rocha (piano), João Almeida (guitarra), António Quintino (contrabaixo), Paulo Carvalho (bateria) - Professor: Pedro Moreira&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Academia de Amadores de Música (Lisboa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teresa Macedo (voz), Francisco Andrade (saxofone tenor), João Davis Almeida (guitarra), Jorge Gonçalves (guitarra), João Farinha (piano), André Carvalho (contrabaixo) e João Martins (bateria) - Professor: Mário Delgado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Escola de Música Valentim de Carvalho – Porto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marco Paiva (saxofone alto), António José Ribeiro (saxofone tenor), Mariana Vergueiro (piano/voz), Bernardo Bock (guitarra), Tomás Marques (contrabaixo) e Pedro Alves (bateria) - Professor: João Pedro Brandão&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Escola de Jazz do Barreiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Berta Azevedo (voz), Francisco Andrade (saxofone tenor), Iuri Gaspar (piano), José Canha (contrabaixo) e Luis Gaspar (bateria) - Professor: Mário Delgado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Escola de Jazz Luiz Villas-Boas / Hot Clube de Portugal (Lisboa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inês Sousa (voz), César Cardoso (saxofone tenor), Margarida Campelo (piano), André Santos (guitarra), André Carvalho (contrabaixo) e Miguel Moreira (bateria) - Professor: Afonso Pais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;6 de Abril  (domingo)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro-Estúdio Mário Viegas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Quarteto de Vasco Agostinho "Fresco"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vasco Agostinho (guitarra), Jorge Reis (saxofone alto), Hugo Antunes (contrabaixo) e Bruno Pedroso (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Jeffery Davis Quarteto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeffery Davis (vibrafone e marimba), André Fernandes (guitarra), Nelson Cascais (contrabaixo) e André Sousa Machado (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;19h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Luís Lopes Humanization Quartet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luís Lopes (guitarra), Rodrigo Amado (saxofones), Aaron Gonzalez (contrabaixo) e Stefan Gonzalez (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Café São Luiz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17h00/19h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Trio de César Cardoso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;César Cardoso (saxofone tenor), Adelino Oliveira (guitarra), Noé Gonçalves (contrabaixo)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sala Principal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;19h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Low Budget Research Kitchen (LBRK) Shut Up and Play Your Instruments&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(music by Frank Zappa, arranged and performed by LBRK)&lt;br /&gt;Pete Di’Mosso (saxofones), Guido Soprano (saxofones), Kubilai Khan (guitarra), Dexter Greenberg (guitarra), Johnny Edgar Zim (teclados), Lou Serdozza (teclados), Frankie Figueroa (baixo eléctrico) e Tony Carbone (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21h30 - &lt;strong&gt;Carlos Bica Ensemble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Paulo (acordeão/piano), Mário Delgado (guitarra), Carlos Bica (contrabaixo) e João Lobo (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;23h00 &lt;strong&gt;Francisco Pais Quintet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gretchen Parlato (voz), Seamus Blake (saxofones tenor e soprano), Francisco Pais (guitarra), Demian Cabaud (contrabaixo) e Ferenc Nemeth (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jardim de Inverno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;00h30 - &lt;strong&gt;Big Band do Hot Clube de Portugal convida Zé Eduardo, Maria João, Mário Laginha, Bernardo Sassetti&lt;/strong&gt;, entre outros (a propósito dos 60 anos do Hot)&lt;br /&gt;Pedro Moreira (direcção), Jorge Reis, Zé Maria, Paulo Gaspar, César Cardoso e Guto Lucena (saxofones), Miguel Gonçalves, Tomás Pimentel, João Moreira, Gonçalo Marques (trompetes), Claus Nymark, Lars Arens, Peter Weathearhill, Luís Cunha (trombones), Rodrigo Gonçalves (piano), Bruno Santos (guitarra), Bernardo Moreira (contrabaixo) e André Sousa Machado (bateria)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escolas de Música - Jardim de Inverno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;14h00 - &lt;strong&gt;RIFF- Escola de Música de Aveiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel Neves (saxofone), Rui Melo (guitarra), Carlos Neves (baixo) e André Portugal (bateria) Professor: Carl Minnemann&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;15h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Academia Municipal das Artes da Nazaré&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susana Gomes (voz), João Capinha (saxofone alto), Márcio Silvério (guitarra), Tiago Lopes (baixo), Vítor Copa (bateria) Professor: Adelino Mota&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;16h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Conservatório Escola das Artes da Madeira (Funchal)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graciano Caldeira (guitarra), Adler Pereira (piano), Marco Fernandes (contrabaixo), José Pereira (bateria) Professor: Jorge Borges&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;17h00 - &lt;strong&gt;ESMAE – Escola Superior de Música e Artes do Espaectáculo (Porto)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Martins (saxofone alto), Diogo Picão (saxofone tenor), Rui Bandeira (trombone), Virxilio da Silva (guitarra)&lt;br /&gt;Gonçalo Moreira (piano), Inmaculada Galiot (contrabaixo) e Filipe Sequeira (bateria) Professores: Nuno Ferreira e Michael Lauren.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;18h00 - &lt;strong&gt;Escola JBJazz (Lisboa)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria José Leal (voz), Filipe Durães (trompete), Telmo Campos (saxofone), Nuno Salvado (acordeão), João Roque (guitarra), Diana Almeida (piano), António Quintino (contrabaixo), Paulo Monteiro (bateria) Professor: Pedro Madaleno&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASTERCLASSES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As masterclasses são principalmente destinadas aos alunos das Escolas de Música participantes na Festa vão ter lugar no &lt;strong&gt;Teatro-Estúdio Mário Viegas&lt;/strong&gt;, entre as &lt;strong&gt;15h00 e as 16h00&lt;/strong&gt;, sob a orientação de &lt;strong&gt;João Paulo&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O Júri das Escola de Música será composto por &lt;strong&gt;Leonel Santos&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;José Menezes&lt;/strong&gt; e &lt;strong&gt;Paulo Gil&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(desviada a informação do blog Improvisos ao Sul - http://www.improvisosaosul.weblog.com.pt/)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Bora??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou lá estar! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3279027710134348630?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3279027710134348630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3279027710134348630' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3279027710134348630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3279027710134348630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-festa-do-jazz-do-so-luiz.html' title='6ª Festa Do Jazz Do São Luiz'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R_DRKFuhUrI/AAAAAAAAANY/e7-SSdNQFSo/s72-c/CapaFestaJazzSoLuiz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-4544111189756110755</id><published>2008-03-28T22:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:37.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Quadro  Mágico... Divino!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-1wzluhUqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oLx3cqfoMcI/s1600-h/F1000010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-1wzluhUqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oLx3cqfoMcI/s400/F1000010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182922777776181922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A intensidade do teu sorriso interior nesse brilho caloroso .... é como quando o Sol nos desperta homenageando cada pensar. Alimenta agora o mais fértil dos imaginários na constante dimensão presente em cada um.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro, abraço, sorriu manifestando bem presente cada batente em delicado pulsar deste coração... o teu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*SwáSthya*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-4544111189756110755?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4544111189756110755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=4544111189756110755' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4544111189756110755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4544111189756110755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/quadro-mgico-divino.html' title='Quadro  Mágico... Divino!'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-1wzluhUqI/AAAAAAAAANQ/oLx3cqfoMcI/s72-c/F1000010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-9144313643816040746</id><published>2008-03-24T14:27:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:37.648Z</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Good por família Matos &amp; Gomes na interpretação de Nina Simone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CJA69C6SlRk&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Barriguitas da mana Vanessa e mais uma sobrinha a caminho ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-e7hVuhUpI/AAAAAAAAANI/gBkLbHwqloI/s1600-h/SL271136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-e7hVuhUpI/AAAAAAAAANI/gBkLbHwqloI/s320/SL271136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181316077755388562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;...Que o respirar neste crescer da nossa Matilde, seja o brilho de muitos mais sorrisos...e até agosto meu amor que a tia cá te espera :) *aconchego*! até Jazz ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Amo-Te*&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/8193771-9144313643816040746?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/9144313643816040746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=9144313643816040746' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/9144313643816040746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/9144313643816040746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/feeling-good-por-famlia-matos-gomes-na.html' title='Feeling Good por família Matos &amp; Gomes na interpretação de Nina Simone'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-e7hVuhUpI/AAAAAAAAANI/gBkLbHwqloI/s72-c/SL271136.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1158040829474356833</id><published>2008-03-24T12:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:37.815Z</updated><title type='text'>Adoptar Corações em Plena Fertilidade Terrestre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-elCluhUoI/AAAAAAAAANA/dI9CdFAjHNI/s1600-h/24Mar%C3%A7o2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-elCluhUoI/AAAAAAAAANA/dI9CdFAjHNI/s400/24Mar%C3%A7o2008+024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181291360218600066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....Pantufa, Zorba, Angels, Bichinho, Índia, Números e também agora o Gandalf e o Merlim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Bem-Vindos*&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/8193771-1158040829474356833?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1158040829474356833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1158040829474356833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1158040829474356833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1158040829474356833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/adoptar-coraes-em-plena-fertilidade.html' title='Adoptar Corações em Plena Fertilidade Terrestre'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-elCluhUoI/AAAAAAAAANA/dI9CdFAjHNI/s72-c/24Mar%C3%A7o2008+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-2934114989062457674</id><published>2008-03-22T17:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T17:23:14.930Z</updated><title type='text'>Thank You For Loving Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESOVrc4K3CQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESOVrc4K3CQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-2934114989062457674?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/2934114989062457674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=2934114989062457674' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/2934114989062457674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/2934114989062457674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/thank-you-for-loving-me.html' title='Thank You For Loving Me'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3799100439079134302</id><published>2008-03-19T00:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:37.915Z</updated><title type='text'>... o Agora!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-Bgwa7qN7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SVjMRKIf3uE/s1600-h/22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-Bgwa7qN7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SVjMRKIf3uE/s400/22.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179245956455610290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(foto por Paulo Raimundo - http://www.pauloraimundo.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque neste presente sólido não há melhor alegria do que te sentir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Viver*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8193771-3799100439079134302?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3799100439079134302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3799100439079134302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3799100439079134302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3799100439079134302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-agora.html' title='... o Agora!'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-Bgwa7qN7I/AAAAAAAAAM4/SVjMRKIf3uE/s72-c/22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3531628968194043245</id><published>2008-03-19T00:01:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:38.145Z</updated><title type='text'>Manobras de Sereia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-BbGK7qN6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fJTD2YVkkHA/s1600-h/orelhudanopc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-BbGK7qN6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fJTD2YVkkHA/s320/orelhudanopc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179239733047998370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;Uma sereia de nome orelhuda, mergulhava em diversos rumos do seu caminho sabendo que em terra não iria respirar.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia saltou, o chão pisou e olhando ao redor simplesmente... contemplou. Enquanto aos corpos seu olhar se emociona por vidas que não viveu, ao mais lindo do seu caminho desperta uma luz que deixando segredos por experiência lhe murmurará : "Do brilho uma alegria por viver te surgiu num amor continuo que jamais deixarás fora desse caminho".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...xi-coração bem forte a todos aqueles que a algo ou alguém fazem sorrir... e a ti brigado por tudo de coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...da orelhuda uma trinca e lambidela pelo carinho! eheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3531628968194043245?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3531628968194043245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3531628968194043245' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3531628968194043245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3531628968194043245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/manobras-de-sereia.html' title='Manobras de Sereia'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R-BbGK7qN6I/AAAAAAAAAMw/fJTD2YVkkHA/s72-c/orelhudanopc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-1653318781769923920</id><published>2008-03-12T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-12T12:03:04.126Z</updated><title type='text'>Para Sempre. Talvez...</title><content type='html'>*:P*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-1653318781769923920?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1653318781769923920/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1653318781769923920' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1653318781769923920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1653318781769923920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/para-sempre-talvez.html' title='Para Sempre. Talvez...'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6732778468920875002</id><published>2008-03-10T12:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T12:45:19.580Z</updated><title type='text'>Vânia Fernandes</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/play?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/iqvU5qnetDCZ0QpCuBhd/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="322"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens um coração lindo e só aqui para também partilhar esta tua partilha musical ... embora que profunda, por outras andanças também teu caminho é bonito e dando rumo ao que demais desejas para o redor eu sorrio te brindando essa força  e seja lá em que palco e em que genero de swing for eheh lá estaremos de coração ou pensamento... vida, respirar, música, amor e muito carinho são parte das emoções que transbordas quando a tua presença se assume em mais um laço criado. Sorriso e até jazz beijo grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estamos aí!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-6732778468920875002?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/6732778468920875002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=6732778468920875002' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6732778468920875002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/6732778468920875002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/vnia-fernandes.html' title='Vânia Fernandes'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5148418167062216553</id><published>2008-03-07T20:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-07T20:55:42.687Z</updated><title type='text'>Time After Time - ao vivo para a minha Mãe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=29825959"&gt;Time After Time&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=29825959&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.addToProfileConfirm&amp;amp;videoid=29825959&amp;amp;title=Time After Time"&gt;Add to My Profile&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.home"&gt;More Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...já tive dias melhores pois o cansaço que sabes também não ajuda muito ... mas a intenção está lá e como tal a teu pedido por ainda quererem mais uma... aqui está de todo o meu coração com tanto e tanto amor aqui fica um registo duma parte de ti (eu) para ti própria, mi amori ...Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*Amo-te*&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/8193771-5148418167062216553?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5148418167062216553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5148418167062216553' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5148418167062216553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5148418167062216553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/time-after-time-ao-vivo-para-minha-me.html' title='Time After Time - ao vivo para a minha Mãe!'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-6262781602906800930</id><published>2008-03-07T20:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:38.448Z</updated><title type='text'>Teatro Municipal de Almada - 6ªfs de Março no Café-Concerto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R9GkNa7qN5I/AAAAAAAAAMo/1gDkTLRsMNU/s1600-h/cartaz+cafe+concerto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R9A5O1auA1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/PCxC-PHxnnc/s320/DSC00303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174698898868798290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Delicadamente saltaria entre elas...&lt;br /&gt;Um suave respirar ao balanço das ondas,&lt;br /&gt;Um novo ritmo daria rumo ao coração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rumo da vida chamaria por mim&lt;br /&gt;e tu onde me encontravas no meio deste balanço&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Com um brilho nos olhos e sorriso no coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:) *brigado eheh* :P&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/8193771-1433296711941888889?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.flickr.com/photos/myphotosonflickr/' title='Suave'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/1433296711941888889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=1433296711941888889' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1433296711941888889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/1433296711941888889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/03/suave.html' title='Suave'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R9A5O1auA1I/AAAAAAAAAMg/PCxC-PHxnnc/s72-c/DSC00303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-5469493221917978823</id><published>2008-02-28T00:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:38.701Z</updated><title type='text'>Concerto na Livraria Trama às 21h30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R8X6f1SwC5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/RO5H6bMildw/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R8X6f1SwC5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/RO5H6bMildw/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171815171893496722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-5469493221917978823?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://atrama.blogspot.com/' title='Concerto na Livraria Trama às 21h30'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/5469493221917978823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=5469493221917978823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5469493221917978823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/5469493221917978823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/02/concerto-na-livraria-trama-s-21h30.html' title='Concerto na Livraria Trama às 21h30'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R8X6f1SwC5I/AAAAAAAAAMY/RO5H6bMildw/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-3410214042394677294</id><published>2008-02-24T22:39:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:39.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Carinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R8Hye1SwC4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/McGIjba0xOs/s1600-h/22022008385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R8Hye1SwC4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/McGIjba0xOs/s400/22022008385.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170680458713762690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor... Parabéns pelos teus 2 meses :)   - 23 de Fevereiro de 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Swing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-3410214042394677294?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/3410214042394677294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=3410214042394677294' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3410214042394677294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/3410214042394677294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/02/carinho.html' title='Carinho'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R8Hye1SwC4I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/McGIjba0xOs/s72-c/22022008385.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-4292336653611878043</id><published>2008-02-18T08:47:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T11:25:39.194Z</updated><title type='text'>Homenagear a Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R7lHeFSwC3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wLoaidw-rkI/s1600-h/DSC_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R7lHeFSwC3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wLoaidw-rkI/s320/DSC_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168240629526825842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) Eu agora quero pintar quadros e no meio destes mesmos sorrir para a realidade homenageando a vida... Para que assim possa surgir o brilho no meio desta encruzilhada na vaidade/humildade do ser humano fazendo por um caminho - e só direi mais Terra Basta :) pois&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o Sol espreita eu continuarei a dançar entre palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;até Jazz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8193771-4292336653611878043?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/4292336653611878043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=4292336653611878043' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4292336653611878043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/4292336653611878043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/02/homenagear-vida.html' title='Homenagear a Vida'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUAwL9Okh2E/R7lHeFSwC3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/wLoaidw-rkI/s72-c/DSC_0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8193771.post-353253702545931661</id><published>2008-02-17T00:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-17T01:02:33.100Z</updated><title type='text'>Sofá Azul</title><content type='html'>Porque a vida num cozinhar de caminhos com experiências em alegria sincera....aiiii como estes momentos se tornam gostosos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu lado direito Bruno Franco: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/photos/myphotosonflickr/&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; sem largar a máquina fotográfica nova da Rosa que por sua vez está ao meu lado esquerdo (cortaram-me a inspiração o Nuno deixou cair qualquer coisa...) ainda sentado ao lado da Rosinha neste sofá azul....tããããooooo azuulll e tããããoooo bom... temos o dito e mencionado Nuno Cruz (futuramente vai ter site disponivel com ALTAS FOTOS!) e agora.... mas agorinhas mesmo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...) isto tudo para partilhar que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ÍNDIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é assim decidido finalmente hoje aqui e agora hoje e para sempre em consonância de mãe e madrinha (que mais progenitores não são conhecidos) o nome da até ao momento conhecida por  "orelhuda"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Índia Matos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;madrinha oficial Rosa Matos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/8193771-353253702545931661?l=mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/feeds/353253702545931661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8193771&amp;postID=353253702545931661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/353253702545931661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8193771/posts/default/353253702545931661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mariajoaomatos.blogspot.com/2008/02/sof-azul.html' title='Sofá Azul'/><author><name>Maria João Matos</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/195/1614/640/thumb03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
