<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 31 Oct 2008 19:50:26 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Cenários da minha lenda</title><description>...foi nesse instante e nesse lugar que a lenda começou!</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-3912786206288291888</guid><pubDate>Mon, 01 Sep 2008 19:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-01T16:47:45.098-03:00</atom:updated><title>Entre Inglaterra e Rio de Janeiro</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SLxGSDTceqI/AAAAAAAACUY/NdXEUiGIpLo/s1600-h/974605_Ricardo_Zerrenner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241141342290868898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SLxGSDTceqI/AAAAAAAACUY/NdXEUiGIpLo/s400/974605_Ricardo_Zerrenner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt; (imagem de Ricardo Zerrenner)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Permaneci exatos dois anos em terras britânicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Desse tempo o que sabia já coloquei no post anterior. Também pouco foi registrado em matéria de imagens. Então, para encurtar a prosa, voltei em final de julho 1951.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;�? desse tempo o meu maior trauma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Voltei sem pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Nunca mais vi meu pai depois dessa partida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Eu sempre digo que fui dormir com um beijo de pai e acordei no Brasil sem pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Em compensação, em meados de Setembro, ganhei um irmão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Para uma menininha de três aninhos estava bom demais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Desse tempo também pouco registro se fez. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Então, vamos para a próxima parada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro...Cidade Maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Não agora pois, a conversa é longa,mas no próximo post começarei a contar e mostrar as minhas peripécias e vivências nessa cidade que me viu crescer até os meus onze anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Deixo em suspense...mas vale muito a pena esperar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SLxAym0cA8I/AAAAAAAACUQ/HJNvhCS9_lk/s1600-h/chile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241135304510538690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SLxAym0cA8I/AAAAAAAACUQ/HJNvhCS9_lk/s400/chile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Rua Chile- Bahia Antiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;A cidade de São Salvador por volta de 1940/50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;*****************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;Este post está em preto e branco em sinal de um luto sem morte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;mas que me deixou órfão de pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/09/entre-inglaterra-e-rio-de-janeiro.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SLxGSDTceqI/AAAAAAAACUY/NdXEUiGIpLo/s72-c/974605_Ricardo_Zerrenner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-3328121721538967947</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 10:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-05T22:53:29.980-03:00</atom:updated><title>Nesta rua, nesta rua, tem...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRL6vXsYOI/AAAAAAAABn8/Mw7lDN0H9-o/s1600-h/Meus+cinco+minutos+de+fama1+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229888539804328162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRL6vXsYOI/AAAAAAAABn8/Mw7lDN0H9-o/s400/Meus+cinco+minutos+de+fama1+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Eu era assim quando pisei em solo britânico...é claro portanto, que dessa época me lembro do que sempre me foi contado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e como foi contado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A viagem de Londres até Liverpool foi feita num pequeno avião, segundo palavras de minha mãe. Eu teria caído do seu colo durante o vôo, enquanto tirava uma soneca, no chão, que era de vidro! Isso foi assunto durante anos!!! Fruto do susto imenso que sofreu!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já cansei de procurar que tipo de avião era esse...mas nunca encontrei...rs,rs,rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRLaDz13vI/AAAAAAAABn0/iYNKGrAu1fc/s1600-h/map-england.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229887978355416818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRLaDz13vI/AAAAAAAABn0/iYNKGrAu1fc/s400/map-england.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;(esse local assinalado no mapa foi aonde meu pai chegou com dias de vida...afinal ele nasceu num navio...veja essa história em &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Contos da minha lenda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Convido você agora a tomar o famoso chá das cinco...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;é claro que na minha casa a tradição foi desvirtuada... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de chá das cinco passou a ser Kaffe und Kuchen, pontualmente às quatro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor para nós, pois é mais rica essa mesa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesa que me acompanhou até a minha juventude, já que era minha avó que pilotava a cozinha. E sua cozinha variava do tradicional prato baiano aos doces incríveis alemães...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sinta o cheirinho desse café!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRKtbm7DDI/AAAAAAAABns/JLkbbhZrWhk/s1600-h/Kaffee_und_Kuchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229887211649567794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRKtbm7DDI/AAAAAAAABns/JLkbbhZrWhk/s400/Kaffee_und_Kuchen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.schwarzer-adler-bettwar.de/Kaffee_und_Kuchen.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.schwarzer-adler-bettwar.de/Kaffee_und_Kuchen.jpg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...enquanto saboreia esse "chá" veja onde morei nos dois anos que permaneci na Inglaterra.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;101 Strewsbury Road, Oxton&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje a rua está assim...mas as casas estão lá...em alguma dessas eu morei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRJBaYJW2I/AAAAAAAABnk/GWS1PsAuKII/s1600-h/Shrewsbury_Road_Oxton_Birkenhead_Liverpool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229885355893283682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRJBaYJW2I/AAAAAAAABnk/GWS1PsAuKII/s400/Shrewsbury_Road_Oxton_Birkenhead_Liverpool.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Shrewsbury Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho muitas fotos pessoais para postar aqui...estou organizando todo o arquivo e assim que estiver em ordem as publicarei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ora fiquem com estas que achei pesquisando no Google.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRIZOWVxKI/AAAAAAAABnc/LHw5bJEm6y4/s1600-h/Fieldway_Wllasey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229884665469715618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRIZOWVxKI/AAAAAAAABnc/LHw5bJEm6y4/s400/Fieldway_Wllasey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shrewsbury Road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRHsQB6W6I/AAAAAAAABnU/QZtVznP_a8M/s1600-h/2425408973_1a253b286b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229883892826790818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRHsQB6W6I/AAAAAAAABnU/QZtVznP_a8M/s400/2425408973_1a253b286b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://flickr.com/photos/liverpoolsuburbia/2425408973/in/photostream/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://flickr.com/photos/liverpoolsuburbia/2425408973/in/photostream/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta imagem deve ser de um tempo anterior em que estive por aí...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;afinal, não sou T�?O VELHA ASSIM!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRHCOEcN0I/AAAAAAAABnM/OwrnxVD398o/s1600-h/sa_h09a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229883170746021698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRHCOEcN0I/AAAAAAAABnM/OwrnxVD398o/s400/sa_h09a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www3.shropshire-cc.gov.uk/roots/images/sa_h09a.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www3.shropshire-cc.gov.uk/roots/images/sa_h09a.jpg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Achei até um livro sobre a "minha rua"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRGlmPcndI/AAAAAAAABnE/npbqVvL3Xlo/s1600-h/Shrewsbury%252020th%2520Century.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229882679018429906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRGlmPcndI/AAAAAAAABnE/npbqVvL3Xlo/s400/Shrewsbury%252020th%2520Century.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.photosofshropshire.co.uk/photoWebPage.aspx?WebPageID=325"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.photosofshropshire.co.uk/photoWebPage.aspx?WebPageID=325&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;�? fantástico!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de tanto tempo, mais de meio século, lidar com estas memórias...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não se esqueçam que este blog dá acessoria ao "&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Contos da minha lenda&lt;/span&gt;", ilustrando e trazendo para a realidade aquilo que aparenta ser imaginário!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/08/nesta-rua-nesta-rua-tem.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SJRL6vXsYOI/AAAAAAAABn8/Mw7lDN0H9-o/s72-c/Meus+cinco+minutos+de+fama1+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-7354222712074473568</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 20:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-25T18:24:48.124-03:00</atom:updated><title>Uma pausa antes do chá das cinco...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;�? hábito inglês o chá das cinco...e em casa esse costume era religiosamente preservado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, depois de uma longa viagem e antes de começar a falar das minhas experiências vividas em terra anglicana, nada como um refresco de abacaxi ou uma água de coco, costumes brasileiros, de origem africana, quem sabe?!!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Morando em Amaralina, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;essas delícias faziam parte do meu dia a dia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enfim, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;passei por um site sobre Angola, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;na �?frica, e descobri estas dicas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me lembrei da Bahia toda africana em essência.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;Sirvam-se a vontade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SGKwQxcMcAI/AAAAAAAABG4/9-ciOaCgBw4/s1600-h/bxp45028-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215925120644444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SGKwQxcMcAI/AAAAAAAABG4/9-ciOaCgBw4/s400/bxp45028-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kissangua de Abacaxi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(esta bebida é freqüentemente vendida em locais públicos pois quando fresca tem um sabor muito agradável e dá-nos uma autêntica sensação de matar a sede)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes para experimentar fazer em casa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Casca de 2 abacaxis bem maduros e lavados&lt;br /&gt;2 litros de água&lt;br /&gt;1 xícara de açúcar mascavo&lt;br /&gt;6 cravos-da-índia&lt;br /&gt;1 colher (chá) de gengibre ralado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confecção:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coloque as cascas de abacaxi em uma tigela grande e cubra com água. Cubra a panela com pano limpo e deixe descansar até o dia seguinte. Junte os demais ingredientes e deixe descansar por mais um dia. Coe a bebida para uma jarra e deixe na geladeira até o momento de servir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SGKuc0YaGcI/AAAAAAAABGw/O_A8Sarhwlo/s1600-h/coco-large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215923128569043394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SGKuc0YaGcI/AAAAAAAABGw/O_A8Sarhwlo/s400/coco-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;�?gua de coco &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O coqueiro gosta de clima quente e úmido. A sua altura pode chegar aos 30 metros.&lt;br /&gt;A casca do coco é relativamente fina e lisa. Por baixo, há uma espessa capa fibrosa que envolve uma camada muito dura, dentro da qual fica a semente, uma massa de cor branca. Quando o coco é verde, essa parte é pouco desenvolvida e mole, guardando muita água no seu interior. �? medida que o coco vai amadurecendo, a parte carnosa torna-se mais consistente e a água diminui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Propriedades: O coco é rico em proteínas, gorduras, calorias, sais, hidratos de carbono e vitaminas A, B1, B2, B5 e C. Seus efeitos curativos se devem, principalmente, ao seu conteúdo de magnésio. O ser humano necessita dele para conservação da tensão muscular.&lt;br /&gt;A água de coco verde é deliciosa, refrescante, nutritiva e terapêutica, além de exótica. Sua composição físico-química é semelhante à do soro fisiológico. São muitos os benefícios da água do coco.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por exemplo: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-hidrata e amacia a pele&lt;br /&gt;-reduz o nível de colesterol&lt;br /&gt;-combate a verminose infantil&lt;br /&gt;--previne e auxilia no tratamento da artrite&lt;br /&gt;-controla a pressão arterial&lt;br /&gt;-combate a desidratação&lt;br /&gt;-repõe imediatamente a energia&lt;br /&gt;-evita vômitos e náuseas durante a gravidez&lt;br /&gt;-depura o sangue&lt;br /&gt;-é calmante natural&lt;br /&gt;-reduz a febre&lt;br /&gt;-trata de úlcera estomacal&lt;br /&gt;-combate a prisão de ventre&lt;br /&gt;-previne o enjôo causado pela maresia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ver mais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://angola.linda.googlepages.com/frutasdeangola"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://angola.linda.googlepages.com/frutasdeangola&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/06/uma-pausa-antes-do-ch-das-cinco.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SGKwQxcMcAI/AAAAAAAABG4/9-ciOaCgBw4/s72-c/bxp45028-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-2442593880059173019</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Jun 2008 13:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-19T12:27:48.118-03:00</atom:updated><title>Da dimensão solar para a dimensão polar...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFp4JRt1XjI/AAAAAAAABCA/9UJxRNMBGH8/s1600-h/111604087_1eacd7bf09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213611619404570162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFp4JRt1XjI/AAAAAAAABCA/9UJxRNMBGH8/s400/111604087_1eacd7bf09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; vista aérea do litoral Baiano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagem/ pesquisa/ Google/ autoria desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de um ano exato, morando no paraíso chamado Amaralina, Salvador, Bahia, meus pais resolveram ir morar em Londres, na Inglaterra...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...dizem os especialistas que isto esta marcado no meu roteiro do caminho sagrado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para ilustrar esse momento que aconteceu em julho de 1949, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;postei algumas imagens colhidas na net...só para deixar vocês com água na boca...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Brasil é lindo ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de qualquer jeito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de norte a sul...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de leste a oeste...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E dessa dimensão solar, tropical, fui ao encontro da dimensão polar, friorenta e nebulosa...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fui deixar pegadas em solo inglês...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lá aconteceram muitas coisas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Você volte aqui no próximo post e saberá o quê!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre no avião...se acomode e Boa Viagem!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFp0XjRc_bI/AAAAAAAABB4/088qtPg2KFY/s1600-h/GALERIA_img4_GD_Key_F8MWQNENL5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213607466589027762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFp0XjRc_bI/AAAAAAAABB4/088qtPg2KFY/s400/GALERIA_img4_GD_Key_F8MWQNENL5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farol da Barra BA&lt;br /&gt;imagem por ©Alberto Stabler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...virar a esquerda e subir pelo litoral nordeste brasileiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpzYxmmJoI/AAAAAAAABBw/E6aQvKdNM2o/s1600-h/salvador49au.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213606388104046210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpzYxmmJoI/AAAAAAAABBw/E6aQvKdNM2o/s400/salvador49au.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; vista aérea de Salvador&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagem/pesquisa/Google/desconheço autor &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpyGA466lI/AAAAAAAABBo/sSqSGWsY5QY/s1600-h/GALERIA_img2_GD_Key_DU0NMDW0QX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213604966278294098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpyGA466lI/AAAAAAAABBo/sSqSGWsY5QY/s400/GALERIA_img2_GD_Key_DU0NMDW0QX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Abrolhos&lt;br /&gt;imagem por ©Alberto Stabler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpxNZZBedI/AAAAAAAABBg/Q6U5-dXrUR0/s1600-h/BXK20740_maragogi800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213603993602849234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpxNZZBedI/AAAAAAAABBg/Q6U5-dXrUR0/s400/BXK20740_maragogi800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maragogi Alagoas&lt;br /&gt;foto por Murilo Galhardo Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpv3k9inWI/AAAAAAAABBY/U8lRVoXYaXI/s1600-h/BXK35128_cabedelo-pb-ii800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213602519240056162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpv3k9inWI/AAAAAAAABBY/U8lRVoXYaXI/s400/BXK35128_cabedelo-pb-ii800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cabedelo Paraíba&lt;br /&gt;imagem por Daniell Mendes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFprb56kiJI/AAAAAAAABBI/fRycplm33Zg/s1600-h/BXK13578_olinda01jpg-pe-brasil800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213597645781895314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFprb56kiJI/AAAAAAAABBI/fRycplm33Zg/s400/BXK13578_olinda01jpg-pe-brasil800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Olinda Pernanbuco&lt;br /&gt;imagem por Henrique Serra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFppWN4BGPI/AAAAAAAABBA/nhI8S9JyUuI/s1600-h/BXK198_NatalRN800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213595349037422834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFppWN4BGPI/AAAAAAAABBA/nhI8S9JyUuI/s400/BXK198_NatalRN800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Natal Rio Grande do Norte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagem por Taberson Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFplzjV4OjI/AAAAAAAABA4/KA3ryXdTTqw/s1600-h/enseadadepontadomel_RN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213591454969510450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFplzjV4OjI/AAAAAAAABA4/KA3ryXdTTqw/s400/enseadadepontadomel_RN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enseada da Ponta do Mel Rio Grande do Norte &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;imagem por ©Cascadura&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...para chegar até aqui &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o avião passou por todos esses lugares &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que você viu nas imagens acima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e, por muito mais &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que não cabe aqui no post...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpkHqbKy9I/AAAAAAAABAw/eDCTY8b2U28/s1600-h/29802806_FarolGalinhos_filtered.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213589601444875218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpkHqbKy9I/AAAAAAAABAw/eDCTY8b2U28/s400/29802806_FarolGalinhos_filtered.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farol de Galinhos Rio Grande do Norte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;foto por Alex Uchoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...agora, virar à direita rumo ao outro lado do oceano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpgjLFCwbI/AAAAAAAABAg/YlgW5W0dH7E/s1600-h/BXK19322_noronha-027800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213585676020400562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpgjLFCwbI/AAAAAAAABAg/YlgW5W0dH7E/s400/BXK19322_noronha-027800.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando de Noronha&lt;br /&gt;imagem por Rubem Darlan Ferrari Moreira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;...última lembrança do território brasileiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpez8QM0EI/AAAAAAAABAY/HLNYWMeVG4k/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213583765075185730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpez8QM0EI/AAAAAAAABAY/HLNYWMeVG4k/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;( imagem pesquisa Google/desconheço autoria)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...aí embaixo só tem água...água e mais água...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...voando sobre o Oceano Atlântico...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpc5YbkHqI/AAAAAAAABAQ/YFZl_J-yYcU/s1600-h/1424632726_d2d7e3d8c7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213581659515133602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpc5YbkHqI/AAAAAAAABAQ/YFZl_J-yYcU/s400/1424632726_d2d7e3d8c7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; vista aérea de Londres por Rafael Duarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...chegando em Londes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...na dimensão polar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpb2qm6JUI/AAAAAAAABAI/jhJV1iiZNL8/s1600-h/1423754645_d08462bf9d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213580513343317314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpb2qm6JUI/AAAAAAAABAI/jhJV1iiZNL8/s400/1423754645_d08462bf9d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Vista aérea de lagos artificiais perto de Londres por Rafael Duarte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Londres de hoje...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...a cinqüenta e nove anos atrás nem imagino como era...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpab7LnvWI/AAAAAAAABAA/XInmiAXqZEw/s1600-h/2592009025_882dbf9480_bisonbridge_DG_rad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213578954424171874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFpab7LnvWI/AAAAAAAABAA/XInmiAXqZEw/s400/2592009025_882dbf9480_bisonbridge_DG_rad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;(foto: Bison bridge por DG_rad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;imagem ilustrativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegando em Londres fomos recepcionados por dois arco-íris...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...assim contava minha mãe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...e mãe é mãe!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Lembrando que...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...os arco-íris sempre estiveram presentes, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em todo o meu caminho... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...em momentos especiais...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/06/da-dimenso-solar-para-dimenso-polar.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFp4JRt1XjI/AAAAAAAABCA/9UJxRNMBGH8/s72-c/111604087_1eacd7bf09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-4780212679545778691</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-16T16:42:06.328-03:00</atom:updated><title>De zero a um...coisas que não esqueci!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa-SAef0xI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Qkm6qLrkB_E/s1600-h/carbon-pita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212562835302765330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa-SAef0xI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Qkm6qLrkB_E/s400/carbon-pita.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Suco de pitanga!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi o meu primeiro suco...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;diretamente do pé espremido na boquinha da netinha querida...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coisas de avó!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mal sabia ela a mística da pitangueira!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa pitangueira plantada no jardim da casa de Amaralina,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ficava a poucos passos da areia...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa7464lHsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/2DrKT2Udvrc/s1600-h/g_01022005135655_vizdecima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212560205281566402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa7464lHsI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/2DrKT2Udvrc/s400/g_01022005135655_vizdecima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da praia recebi as primeiras impressões do mundo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senti a força da natureza em sua plenitude.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nela respirei, senti o calor do Sol, conheci o azul do céu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Nunca mais consegui viver bem longe do mar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa6X7xWdBI/AAAAAAAAA9A/T5Q6CVtvX4w/s1600-h/fg-praiasdesalvador12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212558539072369682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa6X7xWdBI/AAAAAAAAA9A/T5Q6CVtvX4w/s400/fg-praiasdesalvador12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonte:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;praias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visiteabahia.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.visiteabahia.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pitangas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;imagem da  pitangueira  que plantei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/06/de-zero-umcoisas-que-no-esqueci.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa-SAef0xI/AAAAAAAAA9g/Qkm6qLrkB_E/s72-c/carbon-pita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-1563651486813128485</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 18:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-16T15:58:03.212-03:00</atom:updated><title>Passado e presente de Salvador</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um tributo a minha terra natal!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa2zuzLkTI/AAAAAAAAA8w/86VJLtboiRI/s1600-h/g_31012005173653.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212554618580209970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa2zuzLkTI/AAAAAAAAA8w/86VJLtboiRI/s400/g_31012005173653.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui estão algumas imagens desse lugar tão místico, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tão cantado em verso e prosa.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Em breve estarei substituindo-as  por imagens de arquivo próprio.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa0w01Ot3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/VaLa1BeCCOo/s1600-h/fg-praiasdesalvador4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212552369636554610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa0w01Ot3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/VaLa1BeCCOo/s400/fg-praiasdesalvador4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; praia da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa0GFX-E5I/AAAAAAAAA8g/c3e6GmdzGWo/s1600-h/g_31012005103339.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212551635342857106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa0GFX-E5I/AAAAAAAAA8g/c3e6GmdzGWo/s400/g_31012005103339.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;forte São Marcelo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFayeBsTVvI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/cDm8GV7QPV0/s1600-h/g_31012005103900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212549847647999730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFayeBsTVvI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/cDm8GV7QPV0/s400/g_31012005103900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFaxiqeNOGI/AAAAAAAAA8I/TFTtWCwKxfk/s1600-h/g_31012005103126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212548827802581090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFaxiqeNOGI/AAAAAAAAA8I/TFTtWCwKxfk/s400/g_31012005103126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFaw0cNJd9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/EK6YcQCvKqc/s1600-h/g_30012005220830.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212548033698953170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFaw0cNJd9I/AAAAAAAAA8A/EK6YcQCvKqc/s400/g_30012005220830.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; praia da Barra&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFawRx9sz3I/AAAAAAAAA74/uKZsIaQVlhg/s1600-h/g_10022005191947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212547438244319090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFawRx9sz3I/AAAAAAAAA74/uKZsIaQVlhg/s400/g_10022005191947.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFavxwEpjGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/iEDyRdMUP-U/s1600-h/modelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212546887980780642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFavxwEpjGI/AAAAAAAAA7w/iEDyRdMUP-U/s400/modelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; mercado Modelo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFavVQS-0LI/AAAAAAAAA7o/3FGcVT-x6XY/s1600-h/g_10022005191652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212546398414622898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFavVQS-0LI/AAAAAAAAA7o/3FGcVT-x6XY/s400/g_10022005191652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFau9ZyGj8I/AAAAAAAAA7g/RmVAujLf-E0/s1600-h/g_10022005182711.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212545988644212674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFau9ZyGj8I/AAAAAAAAA7g/RmVAujLf-E0/s400/g_10022005182711.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFauafhdv0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/taQYZqKFvD8/s1600-h/lacerda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212545388889620290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFauafhdv0I/AAAAAAAAA7Y/taQYZqKFvD8/s400/lacerda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; elevador Lacerda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fonte das imagens:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;site:Visite a Bahia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visiteabahia.com.br/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;http://www.visiteabahia.com.br&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/06/passado-e-presente-de-salvador.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFa2zuzLkTI/AAAAAAAAA8w/86VJLtboiRI/s72-c/g_31012005173653.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-8467248170304190166</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Jun 2008 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-13T15:52:23.189-03:00</atom:updated><title>Cidade de São Salvador</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKbPIIKNsI/AAAAAAAAA5I/DS4kY-xEon8/s1600-h/ssa5_visao_panoramica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211398403003135682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKbPIIKNsI/AAAAAAAAA5I/DS4kY-xEon8/s400/ssa5_visao_panoramica.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (visão panorâmica)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Data de fundação: 1545&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKZV7CAZII/AAAAAAAAA5A/sFvcvsBrkp8/s1600-h/ssa3_mercado_modelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211396320723494018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKZV7CAZII/AAAAAAAAA5A/sFvcvsBrkp8/s400/ssa3_mercado_modelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Mercado Modelo) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São Salvador é uma belíssima cidade localizada no Estado da Bahia, ao leste da América do Sul.&lt;br /&gt;Suas principais atividades são: turismo, comércio, serviços e lazer.&lt;br /&gt;Muito se engana ao imaginar que Salvador é apenas uma cidade de festas e diversões. Salvador é uma cidade de ótimas condições para se trabalhar, ter uma vida digna e ao mesmo tempo curtir belíssimas paisagens que pouquíssimos lugares podem oferecer no mesmo porte que Salvador oferece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKXWHVE3KI/AAAAAAAAA44/l3FiOTr1C1Y/s1600-h/_forte_Marcelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211394125001448610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKXWHVE3KI/AAAAAAAAA44/l3FiOTr1C1Y/s400/_forte_Marcelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (imagem do Forte São Marcelo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao leste, Salvador é banhada pelo Oceano Atlântico e a oeste pela Baía de Todos os Santos.Assim como outras cidades litorâneas da Bahia, Salvador desponta como um centro comercial e turístico de potencial muito atraente.&lt;br /&gt;No mapa abaixo, vemos em destaque as principais localidades do chamado "Reconcâvo Baiano". Onde outrora foi-se um dos principais centros produtores de matérias-prima e de utensílios essenciais do Brasil.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKTFeyMzdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/cb8AZlMeAFI/s1600-h/ssa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211389441193332178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKTFeyMzdI/AAAAAAAAA4w/cb8AZlMeAFI/s400/ssa2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt; (mapa do recôncavo baiano)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;Para ler a matéria completa clique aqui:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ceconline.no-ip.org/pane/artigos/salvador/salvador.htm" target="_top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ceconline.no-ip.org/.../salvador/salvador.htm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/06/cidade-de-so-salvador.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFKbPIIKNsI/AAAAAAAAA5I/DS4kY-xEon8/s72-c/ssa5_visao_panoramica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-5423240365376142862</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jun 2008 12:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-12T10:10:40.576-03:00</atom:updated><title>As primeiras impressões...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFEfvXqd2lI/AAAAAAAAA3w/SCeheBQ_ifo/s1600-h/normal_21134_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210981142510819922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFEfvXqd2lI/AAAAAAAAA3w/SCeheBQ_ifo/s400/normal_21134_photo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Da maternidade para casa...casa esta na beira do mar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amaralina...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sua areia como meu quintal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seu vento norte...seu quebra mar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com trinta dias de vida fui batizada em suas águas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Primeira parada dessa longa estrada.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/06/as-primeiras-impresses.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SFEfvXqd2lI/AAAAAAAAA3w/SCeheBQ_ifo/s72-c/normal_21134_photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8194772961301842185.post-7850760075458786274</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jun 2008 13:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-11T10:43:24.989-03:00</atom:updated><title>Enfim, começando...</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SE_THnzD_II/AAAAAAAAA3Y/eXyxctleGzY/s1600-h/427707-2276-1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210615421786651778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SE_THnzD_II/AAAAAAAAA3Y/eXyxctleGzY/s400/427707-2276-1280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (Elevador Lacerda e a Baía de Todos os Santos, em Salvador, Bahia, Brasil)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Na realidade este projeto que engloba dois blogs...Contos da minha lenda...e este aqui...Cenários da minha lenda... nasceu numa reunião de Cosmoterapia ministrada semanalmente por mim nos anos de 2002, 2003 e 2004.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falávamos então sobre experiências de vida e sempre utilizei exemplos do meu próprio caminho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vários foram os pedidos para que eu colocasse todos os fatos citados em um livro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Essa idéia ficou plantada. Germinou todo esse tempo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contos da minha lenda foi o sinal de partida...está crescendo, criando corpo e identidade própria. Faltava o imenso arquivo de imagens para completar definitivamente todo o trabalho.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora, aqui está.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vamos ver como cresce...e...se cresce!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como título postei a imagem que representa o local onde nasci e o horário de nascimento...às 7;15 hrs da manhã de um domingo de Sol, na cidade de Salvador , Bahia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando me levaram à janela do quarto da maternidade essa foi a imagem que vi!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acrescento ainda que toda lenda tem um fundo de verdade!!! rs,rs,rs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe , um dia , tudo isso será publicado como livro?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A resposta pertence ao tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Venham comigo viajar por muitos lugares, afinal nunca parei quieta em canto nenhum...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou multinacional, internacional e brasileira, baiana com muito orgulho!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://cenariodaminhalenda.blogspot.com/2008/06/enfim-comeando.html</link><author>majivanprabhuta@gmail.com (Astrid Annabelle)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_n0IKoCMqoyI/SE_THnzD_II/AAAAAAAAA3Y/eXyxctleGzY/s72-c/427707-2276-1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>