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width="517" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;fotografia - Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-181369694615577007?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/181369694615577007/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=181369694615577007&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/181369694615577007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/R0nM0oykEiI/AAAAAAAAABM/LyOquKfTiHY/s320/Temporada+em+arrifana+243.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotografia : David Candeias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Autoria: Cláudia Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-3298747839345530179?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/3298747839345530179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-5705937056257420760</id><published>2007-10-07T16:15:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T17:15:25.950+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia Mundial do Animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f8d2f965d789d1be" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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italic;"&gt;Vídeo: recebido de um amigo&lt;/span&gt;&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/24313141-5705937056257420760?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f8d2f965d789d1be&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/5705937056257420760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=5705937056257420760&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/5705937056257420760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/5705937056257420760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2007/10/dia-mundial-do-animal.html' title='Dia Mundial do Animal'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-7266374200002056232</id><published>2007-09-13T13:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:31:17.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoologia: O Gato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RuksK_dlDtI/AAAAAAAAABE/BePeLspZx84/s1600-h/Luciana+Misura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109663819574349522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RuksK_dlDtI/AAAAAAAAABE/BePeLspZx84/s400/Luciana+Misura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Um gato, em casa, sozinho, sobe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;à janela para que, da rua, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;vejam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O sol bate nos vidros e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;aquece o gato que, imóvel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;parece um objecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fica assim para que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;invejem - indiferente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;mesmo que o chamem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por não sei que privilégio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;os gatos conhecem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;a eternidade."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;magem: Luciana Misura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poema: Nuno Júdice&lt;/em&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/24313141-7266374200002056232?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/7266374200002056232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=7266374200002056232&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/7266374200002056232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/7266374200002056232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2007/09/zoologia-o-gato.html' title='Zoologia: O Gato'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RuksK_dlDtI/AAAAAAAAABE/BePeLspZx84/s72-c/Luciana+Misura.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-2837679789595027270</id><published>2007-07-24T16:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:49:51.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Há um aproximar entre nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RqYc1RtffWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R8bNAqUQlB0/s1600-h/Rosalina+Afonso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090788130401779042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RqYc1RtffWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R8bNAqUQlB0/s400/Rosalina+Afonso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Vês a minha mão? Consegues vê-la e senti-la?&lt;br /&gt;Não, eu não te vou torturar. Seria lá eu capaz de tal coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Espera, não... não fujas, não tenhas medo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu? Claro que não te vou caçar para de seguida te comer. Eu não me vou alimentar do teu sofrimento...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sou humano, infelizmente sou humano. Nem sabes o quanto me envergonha admitir isto. Não imaginas as voltas que dou para encontrar uma solução para algo que já dura desde muito antes da minha existência.&lt;br /&gt;Porquê? Ora, porque eu acredito na igualdade, porque eu sei que por baixo desse pêlo bate um coraçãozinho frágil que ainda sobrevive porque me encontrou...&lt;br /&gt;Vem, sente a minha mão, vem que vou-te mostrar que há sempre uma solução, basta acreditar, e eu vou continuar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Autoria: Cláudia Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Fotografia: Rosalina Afonso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-2837679789595027270?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/2837679789595027270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=2837679789595027270&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/2837679789595027270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/2837679789595027270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2007/07/h-um-aproximar-entre-n.html' title='Há um aproximar entre nós...'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RqYc1RtffWI/AAAAAAAAAA8/R8bNAqUQlB0/s72-c/Rosalina+Afonso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-6667789014435655164</id><published>2007-05-01T19:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T20:06:01.727+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Trepando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/Rjd_uPp7dBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZvRrfwVOdiU/s1600-h/Raphael+o+pensativo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059653138827146258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/Rjd_uPp7dBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZvRrfwVOdiU/s320/Raphael+o+pensativo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt; Fotografia: Raphael o pensativo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Assim me vejo&lt;br /&gt;Passo ante passo caminho&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes olho para trás&lt;br /&gt;Hesito&lt;br /&gt;Suspendo a caminhada.&lt;br /&gt;Uma onda aparece e dá-me mais um empurrãozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Então prossigo novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o cume daquela montanha,&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera lá conseguir chegar!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que para isso são precisos milhões de passinhos.&lt;br /&gt;De cada passo que dou,&lt;br /&gt;São precisas milhões de moléculas de oxigénio para que o dê.&lt;br /&gt;Quando, por fim, atingir o seu topo,&lt;br /&gt;Descobrirei que foi apenas uma de tantas etapas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663300;"&gt;Autoria: Cláudia Silva&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/24313141-6667789014435655164?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/6667789014435655164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=6667789014435655164&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/6667789014435655164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/6667789014435655164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2007/05/trepando.html' title='Trepando...'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/Rjd_uPp7dBI/AAAAAAAAAA0/ZvRrfwVOdiU/s72-c/Raphael+o+pensativo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-4772411919931012203</id><published>2007-03-25T12:51:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-03-25T22:55:33.857+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma homenagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Já lá vai uma longa caminhada desde a iniciativa de criar um blog. Comecei com o Timon nos blogs do Sapo, passando recentemente, razão dessa homenagem, para o Timon de Mataiotez do Blogger.&lt;br /&gt;Passa ante passo, fui fazendo deste blog um manancial de informação, um cantinho de reflexões, um espaço onde qualquer um que o visitasse pudesse sentir o amor transmitido pelos animais, o verdadeiro espírito de sacrifício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RgZf_LzvH5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/xHiJzT8r87Q/s1600-h/Carlos+Jorge+Pinheiro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045825971621404562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RgZf_LzvH5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/xHiJzT8r87Q/s320/Carlos+Jorge+Pinheiro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotografia: Carlos Jorge Pinheiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mostrei algumas das coisas mais belas que eles nos propiciam, nunca as mais relevantes pois essas são indemonstráveis, só a nossa sensibilidade as consegue tocar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, é a minha vez de homenagear a existência deste blog que tanto me diz porque é um espaço onde posso expor os meus constrangimentos, as minhas angústias de nada ou quase nada poder fazer para ajudar os animais. O Timon de Mataiotez está hoje de parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RgZfN7zvH4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dV9cAnOU8po/s1600-h/JosÃ©+LuÃ&amp;shy;s+Mendes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045825125512847234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RgZfN7zvH4I/AAAAAAAAAAg/dV9cAnOU8po/s320/Jos%C3%A9+Lu%C3%ADs+Mendes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Fotografia: José Luís Mendes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Por todo o afecto demonstrado por quem o visita, pelas palavras amigas que aqui deixaram, por todo o sofrimento/alegria que comigo partilharam, agradeço-vos e espero que este cantinho continue mas, sobretudo, espero que durante todo este tempo, ele tenha servido não apenas como cantinho agradável mas também como um espaço onde vocês possam reflectir e dar razão àquilo que a vossa consciência dita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RgZe37zvH3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ifc39eR_d8c/s1600-h/1+de+Abril+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045824747555725170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RgZe37zvH3I/AAAAAAAAAAY/ifc39eR_d8c/s400/1+de+Abril+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                                       Fotografia: Cláudia Silva&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Aproveito, também, para homenagear um animal que me disse e continua a dizer muito, porque o seu corpo pode ter partido, mas a sua alma e a sua presença continua sempre viva no meu pensamento… À Luna por todo o amor que lhe tenho, por todos os momentos bons que passei com ela, por tudo o que ela me ensinou… De ti, retiro uma grande parte daquilo que sou, vejo-te como tudo aquilo que eu gostava de ser. Tu és uma parte de mim e devo-te isso… A ti, com amor, dedico-te este dia, apesar de seres a manhã de cada dia meu, tu sabes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Amo-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A todos vós, muito obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-4772411919931012203?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/4772411919931012203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=4772411919931012203&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/4772411919931012203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/4772411919931012203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2007/03/uma-homenagem.html' title='Uma homenagem'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/RgZf_LzvH5I/AAAAAAAAAAo/xHiJzT8r87Q/s72-c/Carlos+Jorge+Pinheiro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-8115052781558328911</id><published>2007-02-27T21:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:52:10.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>todo o poema é queda</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/ReSY9a6FVeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bzggjsC6T4w/s1600-h/gato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036318464269440482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/ReSY9a6FVeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bzggjsC6T4w/s400/gato.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o gato enroscou-se ao sol&lt;br /&gt;na soleira da porta&lt;br /&gt;como um deus que dorme&lt;br /&gt;indiferente&lt;br /&gt;ao mundo&lt;br /&gt;e ao sofrimento dos homens:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um deus&lt;br /&gt;que se renova&lt;br /&gt;a cada som inexistente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais tarde o vento&lt;br /&gt;passeando pelo gato&lt;br /&gt;(ou deus )&lt;br /&gt;que se espreguiça ao sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trouxe-me sem eu saber&lt;br /&gt;uma folha verde&lt;br /&gt;que foi nascer no chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nasceu&lt;br /&gt;como o que agora escrevo&lt;br /&gt;que sempre esteve lá&lt;br /&gt;sendo inexistente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez para mostrar&lt;br /&gt;que deus e o gato&lt;br /&gt;estão em toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que toda o Poema é queda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;poema&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sophia de Carvalho (heterónimo de maat)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;foto&lt;/span&gt; – &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sérgio Redondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-8115052781558328911?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/8115052781558328911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=8115052781558328911&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/8115052781558328911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/8115052781558328911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2007/02/todo-o-poema-queda.html' title='todo o poema é queda'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XOLsf3dCXlo/ReSY9a6FVeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bzggjsC6T4w/s72-c/gato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-117019083981613956</id><published>2007-01-30T21:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T22:02:06.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vôo sem rumo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6526/1740/1600/411281/Cl??udia"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6526/1740/320/191861/Cl%3F%3Fudia%20F..jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Fotografia: Cláudia F.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&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/24313141-117019083981613956?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/117019083981613956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=117019083981613956&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/117019083981613956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/117019083981613956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2007/01/vo-sem-rumo.html' title='Vôo sem rumo'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-116716293186474028</id><published>2006-12-26T20:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T18:50:32.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Um olhar doce&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/UCHZ97ePz0c" width="425" height="350" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Música: Kitaro - Caravansary&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&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/24313141-116716293186474028?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/116716293186474028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=116716293186474028&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116716293186474028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116716293186474028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/12/um-olhar-doce-msica-kitaro-caravansary.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-116458243741378223</id><published>2006-11-26T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T22:46:31.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Traços</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6526/1740/1600/171398/Ana%20Red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6526/1740/320/849344/Ana%20Red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;Fotografia : Ana Red&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;"O gato é uma lição diária de afecto verdadeiro e fiel. As suas manifestações são íntimas e profundas. Exigem recolhimento, entrega, atenção."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;De: Artur da Távola (Paulo Alberto Moretzsohn Monteiro de Barros)&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/24313141-116458243741378223?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/116458243741378223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=116458243741378223&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116458243741378223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116458243741378223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/11/traos.html' title='Traços'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-116152236746818856</id><published>2006-10-22T14:56:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T15:12:43.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lugar à Poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Francis%20Picart.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/400/Francis%20Picart.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;(foto - Francis Picart)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gato que brincas na rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como se fosse na cama,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Invejo a sorte que é tua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque nem sempre se chama.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bom servo das leis fatais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que regem pedras e gentes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que tens instintos gerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sentes só o que sentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;És feliz porque és assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todo o nada que és é teu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu vejo-me e estou sem mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Conheço-me e não sou eu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poesia - Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-116152236746818856?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/116152236746818856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=116152236746818856&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116152236746818856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116152236746818856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/10/lugar-poesia.html' title='Lugar à Poesia'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-116138510838039638</id><published>2006-10-21T00:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T00:58:32.456+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;O som da Natureza&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/3T3lrsG2S9c"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/3T3lrsG2S9c" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&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/24313141-116138510838039638?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/116138510838039638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=116138510838039638&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116138510838039638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116138510838039638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/10/o-som-da-natureza.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-116059795843193827</id><published>2006-10-11T21:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:21:14.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundo do Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Manuel%20Ara??jo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Manuel%20Ara%3F%3Fjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;Fotografia - Manuel Araújo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"No fundo do mar há brancos pavores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Onde as plantas são animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E os animais são flores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mundo silencioso que não atinge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A agitação das ondas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Abrem-se rindo conchas redondas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Baloiça o cavalo-marinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Um polvo avança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;No desalinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dos seus mil braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Uma flor dança,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sem ruído vibram os espaços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sobre a areia o tempo poisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Leve como um lenço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Mas por mais bela que seja cada coisa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tem um monstro em si suspenso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Autoria - &lt;em&gt;Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Há uma semelhança entre o que se passa no &lt;strong&gt;Fundo do Mar &lt;/strong&gt;com a realidade que enfrentamos todos os dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-116059795843193827?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/116059795843193827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=116059795843193827&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116059795843193827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/116059795843193827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/10/fundo-do-mar.html' title='Fundo do Mar'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115911939639786933</id><published>2006-09-24T19:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:36:36.410+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Recados de bolso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Lagos%20111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/400/Lagos%20111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Fotografia - Maria do Céu Costa&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/24313141-115911939639786933?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115911939639786933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115911939639786933&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115911939639786933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115911939639786933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/09/recados-de-bolso.html' title='Recados de bolso'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115731061901482947</id><published>2006-09-03T20:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T21:33:30.800+02:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas etiquetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Tal como a minha amiga &lt;em&gt;Kita &lt;/em&gt;me propôs, aceitei o desafio e aqui estão as minhas etiquetas. Penso que é uma iniciativa muito engraçada porque nos ajuda a "ver" o nosso íntimo e perceber o que realmente somos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Alexandra%20Baptista.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Alexandra%20Baptista.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Alexandra Baptista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Na &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natureza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/ceu%20001.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/ceu%20001.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maria do Céu Costa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;vivo o espírito de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;descoberta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Camila%20Maciel%20-%20Horizonte.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Camila Maciel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;perscruto através do &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;horizonte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/020_20.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cláudia Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;sinto a brisa do &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;amor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Rafael%20S.%20Vilela.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rafael S. Vilela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;respiro &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;liberdade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem retirada da Internet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;toco o &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infinito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Agora é a minha vez de desafiar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Maria do Céu Costa - &lt;a href="http://aluzdovoo.blogspot.com"&gt;http://aluzdovoo.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Formiguinha Atómica - &lt;a href="http://formiguinha.blogs.sapo.pt"&gt;http://formiguinha.blogs.sapo.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Soslayo - &lt;a href="http://mategoinmente.blogspot.com"&gt;http://mategoinmente.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Pensamentos em Branco - &lt;a href="http://pensamentosembranco.blogs.sapo.pt"&gt;http://pensamentosembranco.blogs.sapo.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Delta Gata - &lt;a href="http://deltagata2.blogs.sapo.pt"&gt;http://deltagata2.blogs.sapo.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Castor - &lt;a href="http://diquedocastor.blogspot.com"&gt;http://diquedocastor.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/24313141-115731061901482947?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115731061901482947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115731061901482947&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115731061901482947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115731061901482947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-minhas-etiquetas.html' title='As minhas etiquetas'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115651499485965664</id><published>2006-08-25T15:04:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T16:11:35.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo de caricato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ontem à noite durante o meu sempre habitual passeio nocturno, deparei-me com uma situação caricata, habitual de acontecer mas não tirando à mesma o seu mérito.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo ao passar em frente a uma habitação, olho-a e algo de admirável se passa. Um cachorrinho que certamente não tinha mais do que cinco semanas sai pelas através das grades dessa mesma casa. Como uma pessoa preocupada, fiz questão de o voltar a colocar dentro dessa mesma moradia, mas por insistência do animal, voltou a sair. Este procedimento repetiu-se umas três vezes. O cachorrinho saia novamente pelas grades e vinha atrás de mim a ganir e pulava em frente a mim como que a suplicar colo. Então eu decido tocar à campainha dessa mesma casa para lhes dar conta que o seu animal estava cá fora. A verdade é que o animal não lhes pertencia. Houve então a ideia de o pousar no chão para ver qual era o sítio para onde ele se dirigia sendo assim uma mais valia para encontrar o seu possível dono. Mas como era de esperar num cãozinho tão pequeno, ele só se dirigia a mim novamente a ganir e a pular em redor de mim. Trouxe-o para casa com o intuito de na manhã seguinte perguntar se tinham perdido o animal. Mal cheguei a casa, preparei-lhe uma caminha muito aconchegante e dei-lhe leite num biberão. Ele regalou-se com tal manjar. Pousei-o na alcofa e deixei-o a nanar. O problema era que o animalzinho gania muito e isso levou-me a fazer aquilo que estava programado para a manhã seguinte, ou seja, procurar o seu dono. Levei o animal comigo e estive a perguntar às pessoas que moram perto desta zona se o cãozinho seria deles. Obtive sempre resposta negativa e, pelos vistos, já tinham colocado em antes o bichinho noutras casas e estes por sua vez fizeram sempre o mesmo. Não faço a mínima ideia de há quanto tempo o animal estaria naquela triste vida.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a trazê-lo para casa, estive a brincar um bocado com ele e depois foi novamente para a sua caminha porque já estava cansado. É de notar que durante este tempo todo, o pobre do animal esteve sempre assustado, tremia e o coração batia de assustado.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje de manhã deparo-me com uma desagradável notícia, pelos vistos o cãozinho terá fugido porque de manhã não o encontramos… talvez tenha fugido quando o padeiro entrou. De qualquer forma eu continuo a ter a esperança de que alguém tão bondoso quanto eu o tenha adoptado. Certamente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Cláudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-115651499485965664?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115651499485965664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115651499485965664&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115651499485965664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115651499485965664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/08/algo-de-caricato.html' title='Algo de caricato'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115520346710838785</id><published>2006-08-10T10:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T11:51:07.123+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Bernard%20Jadin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Bernard%20Jadin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;Fotografia: Bernard Jadin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sê a mudança que queres ver no mundo".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Gandhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-115520346710838785?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115520346710838785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115520346710838785&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115520346710838785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115520346710838785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/08/fotografia-bernard-jadin-s-mudana-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115444014495252052</id><published>2006-08-01T15:44:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T15:49:04.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>As touradas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/sem%20t??tulo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Imagem retirada de Pelos Animais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"&gt;Chega esta altura do ano para não se parar de falar noutra coisa. Ainda no passado domingo se realizou mais uma. Como será possível se considerar a tauromaquia algo cultural? É possível se aprender com a tortura dos animais?&lt;br /&gt;Andar a correr pelas arenas um animal que mesmo antes de lá estar já passou por outras torturas tal como o facto de ficarem horas a fio totalmente às escuras para depois ser a delícia dos espectadores, aquele olhar confuso para o que o rodeia, reprovando tudo com os seus olhinhos. Quem, depois disto, se diz amigo dos animais? Certamente não serão aqueles que se ligam ao canal só para verem a tourada porque não há mais nada para fazer. Já várias campanhas têm sido realizadas mas há sempre falta de adesão das pessoas. Quando deixar de haver touros, qual será o próximo ser sacrificado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cláudia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-115444014495252052?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115444014495252052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115444014495252052&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115444014495252052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115444014495252052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-touradas.html' title='As touradas'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115325002647352612</id><published>2006-07-18T20:10:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T21:13:46.490+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Leon%20Bojarczuk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Leon%20Bojarczuk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotografia: Leon Boarczuk&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Basta apreciar a naturalidade desta imagem para compreender a complexidade daquilo que nos rodeia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cláudia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-115325002647352612?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115325002647352612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115325002647352612&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115325002647352612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115325002647352612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/07/fotografia-leon-boarczuk-basta.html' title=''/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115220852550354386</id><published>2006-07-06T19:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T19:57:31.136+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Perguntaram ao Dalai Lama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Roger%20Brissois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Roger%20Brissois.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Fotografia: Roger Brissois&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;"O que mais te surpreende na Humanidade?"&lt;br /&gt;E ele respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;"Os Homens... porque perdem a saúde para juntar dinheiro, depois perdem dinheiro para recuperar a saúde. E por pensarem ansiosamente no futuro, esquecem do presente de tal forma que acabam por não viver nem o presente nem o futuro.&lt;br /&gt;E vivem como se nunca fossem morrer... e morrem como se nunca tivessem vivido."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-115220852550354386?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115220852550354386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115220852550354386&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115220852550354386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115220852550354386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/07/perguntaram-ao-dalai-lama.html' title='Perguntaram ao Dalai Lama...'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115165849127668963</id><published>2006-06-30T10:05:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T11:08:11.290+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que é que...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Jose%20Marques%20Lopes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Jose%20Marques%20Lopes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Fotografia: José Marques Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por que é que quando estamos tristes, o nosso companheiro vem sempre ter connosco transmitindo-nos o seu afago? Por que razão eles se apercebem das nossas mágoas e não mais nos largam enquanto não lhes fazemos entender que estamos mais reconfortados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Os animais têm alegria de viver, têm o gosto pela Natureza (sua Mãe); e por que razão tirar-lhes essa força de espírito? Eles é que são os naturalistas, nós somos os que vivem dessa naturalidade, aproveitamos a cada instante tudo aquilo que seja "mais fácil, mais rápido". Viva a lei do comodismo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;É engraçado como muitas vezes nos deparamos com animais à beira da morte, e eles não passam testamentos nem dessas coisas, preocupam-se em estar ao lado dos seus donos, das suas crias, até que todo o teu se esgote...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por que é que não somos também assim? Por que teimamos em só dar importância àquilo que realmente é importante quando vemos que já não há mais nada a fazer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Todo o Reino Animal é um grande ensinamento terrestre, um aglomerado de lições, uma dádiva diria eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Por que é que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;"&gt;Autoria - Cláudia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-115165849127668963?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115165849127668963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115165849127668963&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115165849127668963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115165849127668963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/06/por-que-que.html' title='Por que é que...'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115067183398248162</id><published>2006-06-19T00:00:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T01:03:54.000+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Por que se revoltarão os animais?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;Por que é que os animais se revoltam contra nós? Haverá algum motivo para isso? Certamente o haverá...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/40191/animals_vs_humans/"&gt;http://www.metacafe.com/watch/40191/animals_vs_humans/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-115067183398248162?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115067183398248162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115067183398248162&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115067183398248162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115067183398248162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/06/por-que-se-revoltaro-os-animais.html' title='Por que se revoltarão os animais?'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-115014135362237740</id><published>2006-06-13T20:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T21:42:33.633+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas um olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Francisco%20M%20S%20Botelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/400/Francisco%20M%20S%20Botelho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Francisco M S Botelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-115014135362237740?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/115014135362237740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=115014135362237740&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115014135362237740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/115014135362237740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/06/apenas-um-olhar.html' title='Apenas um olhar...'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-114885553070884595</id><published>2006-05-28T23:29:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T00:32:10.720+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Refúgio no meu mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Luis%20Brites.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Luis%20Brites.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt; Fotografia: Luís Brites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É engraçado como cada animal vive segundo informações genéticas que herdou, também nós somos assim. É engraçado como no caso dos animais se pode quase afirmar que “nascem ensinados”. A Natureza, e eu reconheço, por vezes se torna dura para eles, obriga-os a desenrascar, a acomodar à nova mudança. Porque será que os animais ao serem “empurrados” de suas casas não protestam? E se o fazem, porque o fazem de modo tão menos cruel que o Homem? Até que ponto a irracionalidade pode diferir da racionalidade? Em que aspectos alguém se baseia para afirmar vivamente que eles são os irracionais e nós, coitados, é que somos os racionais? Quem consegue responder a isto?&lt;br /&gt;Há uma inimaginável sucessão de perguntas mas sem resposta. É que a Natureza proporciona nos momentos sem explicação para os quais também não encontramos explicação. Por vezes há a necessidade de um ser humano, eu por exemplo, despejar o orgulho, o nosso ego. Será que a forma como os animais expelem o seu ego se reflecte nos seus actos menos comuns? Porque será que nós compreendemos nos humanos essas necessidades e nos animais tendemos para os castigar? Afinal não temos uma característica comum, ou tudo o que se passa à nossa volta tem de se passar de uma forma e nunca de outra? Então, meus caros, não há excepções…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Cláudia Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-114885553070884595?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/114885553070884595/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=114885553070884595&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114885553070884595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114885553070884595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/05/refgio-no-meu-mundo.html' title='Refúgio no meu mundo'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-114641879435681565</id><published>2006-04-30T18:35:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T09:55:02.453+02:00</updated><title type='text'>É bom de se ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Raul%20Alexandre.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Raul%20Alexandre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc9933;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Fotografia - Raul Alexandre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;É bom ver como os animais se dão uns com os outros, o amor que nutrem, a mensagem que nos transmitem (nem todos a percebem!).&lt;br /&gt;Admiro os animais não só por aquilo que são mas por serem aqueles que levam os sentimentos a sério, apercebem-se daquilo que fazem e sabem que o que fazem é o mais correcto. Qual será a sensação de uma pessoa ao ser salva por um animal devidamente treinado para o efeito? Certamente pensará “Como é isto possível? Ele não fala! Ele não pensa…”. Muitos de vocês pensam desta forma, mas eles pensam e a prova disso é que todos nós pensamos, senão qual seria o sentido da vida? A única diferença é que a natureza deles é pré-definida, já nascem “ensinados”.&lt;br /&gt;Amor é aquilo que eles sentem por nós, não complicam as coisas, amam e pronto. As únicas traições são causadas por nós que um dia somos muito meiguinhos para eles mas no outro só já os queremos ver dali para fora. Era nestas alturas que deviam existir os exames de consciência, o que só prova que nem todos os seres racionais têm consciência…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cláudia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/24313141-114641879435681565?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/114641879435681565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=114641879435681565&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114641879435681565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114641879435681565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/04/bom-de-se-ver.html' title='É bom de se ver'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-114556510360342567</id><published>2006-04-20T21:28:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T22:33:29.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Citação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Margot%20Katz%20de%20Castro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/Margot%20Katz%20de%20Castro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Foto - Margot Katz de Castro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Todos gostamos de animais. Por que chamamos a alguns "animais de companhia" e a outros "jantar"?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;K. D. Lang&lt;/em&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/24313141-114556510360342567?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/114556510360342567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=114556510360342567&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114556510360342567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114556510360342567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/04/citao.html' title='Citação'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-114496121616165380</id><published>2006-04-13T21:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T13:29:35.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Gato Zeca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/Fipas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/400/Fipas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fotografia - Fipas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"Mas, quando estivemos longe de casa um fim de semana prolongado, ia morrendo de tristeza pela nossa ausência, roçava-se em tudo o que tinha o nosso cheiro, e nem a comida de gato rico que a Francisca lhe trouxe ele conseguiu comer, tão apertada estava a sua garganta pelo nó das saudades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Quando voltámos parecia louco de alegria, a correr por todos os compartimentos da casa, saltando sobre as camas, sobre os móveis e roçando-se em nós para depois voltar para a mesma correria louca, a gritar, porque me deixaram só, a minha casa é também vossa, eu não quero sair dela e vocês também não podem querer sair dela - vejam, está tudo à vossa espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Dizem que os gatos são solitários, livres e indiferentes: Mas o Gato Zeca, como qualquer frágil humano, tornou-se dependente do nosso amor e não quer que a sua liberdade vá para além de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não permiti que o Zeca fosse levado para a minha aldeia. Para a liberdade e para o sofrimento também. Com sentimento de culpa, confesso agora que tornei num ser demasiado humano este Gato Zeca."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Autoria - Henrique Dória&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6666cc;"&gt;in "O Gato Zeca"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&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/24313141-114496121616165380?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/114496121616165380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=114496121616165380&amp;isPopup=true' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114496121616165380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114496121616165380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/04/o-gato-zeca.html' title='O Gato Zeca'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-114418747523339197</id><published>2006-04-04T22:52:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T23:53:08.156+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/jackie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/jackie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Observo os animais encantada… como olham, como entendem o mundo, como se relacionam, uns mal outros bem… alguns dizem semelhantes aos humanos, quanto a mim, estão um patamar à frente…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Na nossa casa temos dois cães residentes, são os nossos filhos, Não me lembro de existir sem que eles estejam por perto, são uma parte de mim.Com eles aprendi que por vezes não é preciso dizer nada, ficar quietinho enquanto quem gostas chora, ou está doente, dar a lambidela no momento certo, chega!Todos os dias quando chego a casa tenho a maior das recepções, adoram pular e correr, mas quando vão para um sítio com espaço, ao fim de algum tempo já estão perto de nós, ao nosso colo ou deitadinhos em cima dos pés, como tanto adoram fazer!São dois personagens aqueles meus cães, cheios de personalidades, mas com uma doçura no olhar difícil de passar despercebido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gostam em geral de tudo e de todos, e cada vez que chego a casa com mais um desgraçado abandonado na rua, doente, seja grande ou pequeno, é bem recebido, partilham tudo, cama, comida, os donos, tudo! Está tudo na maior e depressa se nota o poder do carinho deles em reabilitar o novo hóspede!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A nossa última missão, chama-se Jackie, é uma linda cachorrinha com 4 meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(…) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi a menina, linda de morrer, percebi que estava mesmo gravemente doente, ficou de lado, não poderíamos dar para adopção um animal assim, tinha ataques de dores, gania, não andava, não tinha força, enfim… um quadro clínico bem complicado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(…) maus tratos repetidos e graves…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi para a nossa casa, juntos víamos apavorados o terror do animal, o seu estado de magreza, as suas dores… aos poucos fomos conseguindo chegar perto, até que um dia, enquanto trocávamos carinhos os dois com ela no meio, ela reagiu e quis participar dos carinhos, pediu beijinhos, e chegou a sua boquinha à nossa. Estarrecidos de felicidade partilhamos com ela todo o nosso amor e sentimos que estava no caminho da recuperação, e assim foi, dia para dia, ficou melhor, tomou todas as picas, comprimidos, começou a comer muito, a tentar brincar a tentar andar, e hoje esta uma sirigaita de primeira! Sempre com o seu pai adoptivo e a mãe galinha atrás, e claro nós os dois que ficamos com o coração repleto de esperança! Afinal o amor cura mesmo, contagia os que estão à volta e resolve o que a ciência não consegue… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por vezes fico cheia de coisas más, chatices do trabalho, gente burra, gente má que passa a vida a chatear e a inventar mais coisas para promover o mal!Gente que adopta animais e depois os descarta como lixo, já foram abandonados e ainda tem de ser sujeitos a mais este número! Outros acham que somos Deus, e estamos em todo o lado! Outros ainda acham que não temos mais nada para fazer do que os aturar com as suas frustrações e maluqueiras! E ainda aquelas que tem a lata de descartar o seu trabalho para cima de nós! Enfim o mundo… mas mal vejo a estátua do Marques de Pombal, começo a ter a sensação que já sinto o cheiro deles, que já estão à porta à minha espera… tiro os sapatos, beijo o meu amor, e esta completo o meu paraíso…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;Sandra Duarte Cardoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-114418747523339197?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/114418747523339197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=114418747523339197&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114418747523339197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114418747523339197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/04/jackie.html' title='Jackie'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-114332202201140716</id><published>2006-03-25T21:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T01:23:17.913+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Consciencialização</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/320/FOFINHO.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;fotografia - joanacpmoreira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após esta minha mudança, continuo a defender os mesmos valores, os animais. Para os que ainda não me conhecem, antes de mais, boas-vindas, e aos meus habituais comentadores, espero que continuem a gostar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje em dia lutar por esta causa tão nobre ajuda-nos, e sempre ajudou, na nossa formação moral e de valores porque estamos postos lado a lado com um nosso semelhante que apenas não fala através de palavras mas com sons... Por que é que as pessoas ainda continuam com más intenções para com eles? Acho que só lhe devemos o que somos porque é com eles que aprendemos muitas coisas, o que seria de maior parte das descobertas se não existissem os animais? Claro que não concordo com o uso dos nossos amigos para experiências mas o homem ao usá-lo está-lhe a dar valor... por que é que só lhes dá valor para práticas negativas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muito sinceramente acredito que isto aos poucos vai mudando, mas é a conciencialização do homem não são os animais que têm de mudar ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Cláudia Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24313141-114332202201140716?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/114332202201140716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=114332202201140716&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114332202201140716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114332202201140716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/03/consciencializao.html' title='Consciencialização'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24313141.post-114270700779010571</id><published>2006-03-18T19:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T19:39:37.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>timon de mataiotez</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/1600/timon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6526/1740/400/timon.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto - Maria do Céu Costa&lt;/em&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/24313141-114270700779010571?l=timonmataiotez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/feeds/114270700779010571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24313141&amp;postID=114270700779010571&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114270700779010571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24313141/posts/default/114270700779010571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://timonmataiotez.blogspot.com/2006/03/timon-de-mataiotez.html' title='timon de mataiotez'/><author><name>Cláudia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09483190051077109556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://olhares.aeiou.pt/data/big/134/1345915.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
