<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800</id><updated>2011-11-03T11:50:43.067-07:00</updated><category term='plantas'/><category term='Reflexão'/><category term='fatima'/><category term='joaninha'/><category term='vitrais'/><category term='orquídea'/><category term='transparências'/><category term='Entardecer'/><category term='Outono'/><category term='caracol'/><category term='Primavera em flor'/><category term='açucena'/><category term='floreira'/><category term='rosa'/><category term='Abertura'/><category term='abelha'/><title type='text'>Azinheira</title><subtitle type='html'>Espaço destinado a expôr os trabalhos fotográficos que executo, embora seja amador. Sem pretensões, apenas desejo expressar uma visão própria das gentes e locais, especialmente da cidade onde habito. É uma forma de partilhar aquilo de que gosto.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-2897232142414157476</id><published>2011-05-30T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T12:10:31.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joaninha'/><title type='text'>joaninha voa, voa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-19wXoVDqI/TePnEw7NDjI/AAAAAAAABVk/aZanzJWI5w4/s1600/joaninha_flor.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-19wXoVDqI/TePnEw7NDjI/AAAAAAAABVk/aZanzJWI5w4/s400/joaninha_flor.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612583629672484402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Outrora, os mais novos, que residiam longe da capital portuguesa, diziam: Joaninha voa, voa até Lisboa. Era uma forma que as crianças encontravam para sonhar com as grandes viagens que gostariam de fazer e quando viam uma joaninha tocavam-lhe, obrigando-a a voar, e assim formulavam o desejo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esta não precisei de lhe tocar para a incentivar a voar, ela moveu-se lentamente, como que a dizer: não fujo, tira-me o retrato! Se ela falasse, era o que me dizia. Parece uma história, mas não é, pois eu "apanhei-a" a passear numa das rosas amarelas - de que tanto gosto - do quintal e disparei a máquina, gravando a imagem de que me orgulho. A beleza da joaninha a deslizar nas pétalas macias da rosa, merecem o prazer de uma visão contemplativa, não lhes parece?&lt;/b&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/7794855424663772800-2897232142414157476?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/2897232142414157476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=2897232142414157476' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/2897232142414157476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/2897232142414157476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2011/05/joaninha-voa-voa.html' title='joaninha voa, voa!'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s-19wXoVDqI/TePnEw7NDjI/AAAAAAAABVk/aZanzJWI5w4/s72-c/joaninha_flor.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-7896261889366767163</id><published>2010-04-10T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T04:56:02.108-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Primavera em flor'/><title type='text'>Primavera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S8CWLFqd3SI/AAAAAAAABRU/mDXxzBS3fzA/s1600/010+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 326px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458527865616063778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S8CWLFqd3SI/AAAAAAAABRU/mDXxzBS3fzA/s400/010+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Primavera. Adoro a primavera, espaço de tempo belo, não apenas na vida de um ser humano, mas também pelo esplendor apresentado pela natureza. Esta foto foi obtida hoje, perto das 13Horas. São parte dos ramos da minha cerejeira em flor, que se apresenta engalanada de branco para receber as abelhas que irão transportar o pólen de flor em flor, de molde a que na ocasião própria surja o fruto da árvore: a cereja. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794855424663772800-7896261889366767163?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/7896261889366767163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=7896261889366767163' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/7896261889366767163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/7896261889366767163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2010/04/primavera.html' title='Primavera'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S8CWLFqd3SI/AAAAAAAABRU/mDXxzBS3fzA/s72-c/010+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-304525855792448316</id><published>2010-03-21T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T15:50:40.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosa'/><title type='text'>Bela rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S6aeFQVTENI/AAAAAAAABQg/sKtGjfPoJok/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451218212099395794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S6aeFQVTENI/AAAAAAAABQg/sKtGjfPoJok/s400/095.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O despertar da manhã trouxe os primeiros raios de sol que beijaram a chuva caída durante a noite. A rosa escarlate foi envolvida pelo afagar da água que, escorrendo, deixou a sua marca de amor, suavizando suas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;sedosas&lt;/span&gt; pétalas. É a primavera da vida renovada no dia a dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794855424663772800-304525855792448316?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/304525855792448316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=304525855792448316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/304525855792448316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/304525855792448316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2010/03/bela-rosa.html' title='Bela rosa'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S6aeFQVTENI/AAAAAAAABQg/sKtGjfPoJok/s72-c/095.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-2644130213081005101</id><published>2010-01-27T13:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:13:23.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plantas'/><title type='text'>Árvore da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S2C6W_HPtXI/AAAAAAAABP4/o4FH0X2nEKc/s1600-h/arvore+101+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 310px; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431546054670529906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S2C6W_HPtXI/AAAAAAAABP4/o4FH0X2nEKc/s400/arvore+101+(2).JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta árvore foi planta, viveu e morreu. Tal como os humanos, também as plantas têm o seu ciclo de vida. Quando nasceu, foi devidamente tratada, teve pujança e deu fruto. Agora que feneceu tornou-se símbolo para cada um de nós daquilo que representa um tempo de viver, mas também imagem que serve para contemplação, tendo como fundo o infinito desconhecido. É assim a vida.&lt;/strong&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/7794855424663772800-2644130213081005101?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/2644130213081005101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=2644130213081005101' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/2644130213081005101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/2644130213081005101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2010/01/arvore-da-vida.html' title='Árvore da vida'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/S2C6W_HPtXI/AAAAAAAABP4/o4FH0X2nEKc/s72-c/arvore+101+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-680853153510103276</id><published>2009-06-06T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T13:38:29.239-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='transparências'/><title type='text'>Transparências</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sirk2QGnrtI/AAAAAAAABKc/LnPd5gXFEQw/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+transparencias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344335528515317458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sirk2QGnrtI/AAAAAAAABKc/LnPd5gXFEQw/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+transparencias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O fotógrafo, as flores e a luz, ou a forma de como tirar fotografias através da janela. Fica registado o momento da falta de inspiração do autor através de uma foto surrealista.&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/7794855424663772800-680853153510103276?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/680853153510103276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=680853153510103276' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/680853153510103276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/680853153510103276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2009/06/transparencias.html' title='Transparências'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sirk2QGnrtI/AAAAAAAABKc/LnPd5gXFEQw/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+transparencias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-3464646273860784506</id><published>2009-04-27T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:40:52.007-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fatima'/><title type='text'>Cidade de Fátima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SfYzAwJEwGI/AAAAAAAABJM/g3yfpLdw1vM/s1600-h/cidadefatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329503297055539298" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SfYzAwJEwGI/AAAAAAAABJM/g3yfpLdw1vM/s400/cidadefatima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SfYwi2DFRnI/AAAAAAAABJE/B1EtiCPPk_U/s1600-h/cidadefatima.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é a cidade de Fátima captada a cerca de 2 km. Aproveitando a vegetação existente no local, procurei enquadrá-la como componente decorativo para adornar a cidade ao fundo. É como pintar um quadro, mexermos as cores e distribuirmos a nosso gosto, mas sem lhe tirar a essência.&lt;/strong&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/7794855424663772800-3464646273860784506?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/3464646273860784506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=3464646273860784506' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/3464646273860784506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/3464646273860784506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2009/04/cidade-de-fatima.html' title='Cidade de Fátima'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SfYzAwJEwGI/AAAAAAAABJM/g3yfpLdw1vM/s72-c/cidadefatima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-1008484710351136405</id><published>2009-04-16T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:04:31.035-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açucena'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SecSqRdFg4I/AAAAAAAABGE/CSTWB03GGZA/s1600-h/acucena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 286px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325245601838105474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SecSqRdFg4I/AAAAAAAABGE/CSTWB03GGZA/s400/acucena.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Confesso que adoro flores. As cores e o olfacto seduzem-me. A beleza que algumas resplandecem são um prazer para os sentidos do corpo e da alma. Esta é uma açucena de S. José, mais uma das flores que cultivo no meu pequeno quintal. Este registo foi efectuado durante a tarde, com os raios solares a incidirem sobre a cópula, criando uma sombra transparente no branco. Como gosto de oferecer o melhor que tenho, é com imenso gosto que vos deixo esta imagem para apreciar.&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/7794855424663772800-1008484710351136405?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/1008484710351136405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=1008484710351136405' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/1008484710351136405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/1008484710351136405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2009/04/confesso-que-adoro-flores.html' title=''/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SecSqRdFg4I/AAAAAAAABGE/CSTWB03GGZA/s72-c/acucena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-5640527845766254009</id><published>2009-04-08T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:25:15.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orquídea'/><title type='text'>Orquídea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdzBqquWCyI/AAAAAAAABEc/PR_6l5k_E6Y/s1600-h/orquidea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322341798412421922" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdzBqquWCyI/AAAAAAAABEc/PR_6l5k_E6Y/s400/orquidea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Parece uma pintura, não é verdade? Mas não, trata-se do interior de uma orquídea após a passagem de uma abelha que recolheu o pólen, espalhando-se o restante pelo seu âmago. Para mim é uma maravilhosa pintura feita pela mestra abelha, para vós, o que poderá ser?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7794855424663772800-5640527845766254009?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/5640527845766254009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=5640527845766254009' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/5640527845766254009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/5640527845766254009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2009/04/parece-uma-pintura-nao-e-verdade-mas.html' title='Orquídea'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SdzBqquWCyI/AAAAAAAABEc/PR_6l5k_E6Y/s72-c/orquidea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-6734178897990737521</id><published>2009-03-09T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:42:40.505-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='floreira'/><title type='text'>Árvore floreira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbWWJj7cqbI/AAAAAAAAA9E/AZEDiZDIEM0/s1600-h/floreira+077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311316426560940466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbWWJj7cqbI/AAAAAAAAA9E/AZEDiZDIEM0/s400/floreira+077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta magnólia é bela, a sua simplicidade e cores &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;atraíram&lt;/span&gt;-me. Quando registei o momento procurei o melhor enquadramento e fundo, neste caso, o azul do horizonte era perfeito. Gosto desta foto, tal como gostaria de um quadro de que fosse autor. Nela vejo o sonho que a beleza da natureza nos legou e por isso quero partilhar com todos vós.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794855424663772800-6734178897990737521?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/6734178897990737521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=6734178897990737521' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6734178897990737521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6734178897990737521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2009/03/arvore-floreira.html' title='Árvore floreira'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SbWWJj7cqbI/AAAAAAAAA9E/AZEDiZDIEM0/s72-c/floreira+077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-6761600417400735505</id><published>2009-03-04T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T15:12:52.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fátima, terra de fé</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sa6gh0uEO8I/AAAAAAAAA78/pabU3M4M4M8/s1600-h/Fat+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309357513664379842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sa6gh0uEO8I/AAAAAAAAA78/pabU3M4M4M8/s400/Fat+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A basílica de Fátima continua a ser uma referência para milhões de pessoas que rumam à Cova da Iria. Aqueles que a visitam podem constatar da sua singularidade, tendo em conta o tipo de construção da época, assim como todo o espaço envolvente que convida ao silêncio e à oração. Estamos habituados a olhar para a basílica de frente, é bela, mas apreciada pela retaguarda e ao pôr do sol, é uma visão extraordinária. Este é um documento único que eu tenho todo o prazer de compartilhar com todos aqueles que me visitam.&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/7794855424663772800-6761600417400735505?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/6761600417400735505/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=6761600417400735505' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6761600417400735505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6761600417400735505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2009/03/basilica-de-fatima-continua-ser-uma.html' title='Fátima, terra de fé'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/Sa6gh0uEO8I/AAAAAAAAA78/pabU3M4M4M8/s72-c/Fat+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-9213295705942575287</id><published>2008-10-31T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:31:21.043-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Entardecer'/><title type='text'>Entardecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SQuS9ntA0GI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AnWV4eZYceg/s1600-h/entardecer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263462176840011874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SQuS9ntA0GI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AnWV4eZYceg/s400/entardecer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É a visão de um momento crepuscular à qual dei o nome de entardecer. Trata-se de uma imagem natural e única que marca o inicio da finalização de um dia, que por sua vez dará lugar à noite. Destacam-se as nuvens e o azul do horizonte, uma meta que nunca devemos perder, mesmo que a escuridão seja obstáculo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794855424663772800-9213295705942575287?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/9213295705942575287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=9213295705942575287' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/9213295705942575287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/9213295705942575287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2008/10/entardecer.html' title='Entardecer'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SQuS9ntA0GI/AAAAAAAAAzA/AnWV4eZYceg/s72-c/entardecer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-4693645214207117576</id><published>2008-10-14T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:20:26.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caracol'/><title type='text'>Super caracol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SPUiP6IvaOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/MVbUnxLMJls/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+supercaracol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257145796724222178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SPUiP6IvaOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/MVbUnxLMJls/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+supercaracol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não se trata de montagem. É uma foto natural. Segredo? Não tem. O caracol aproveitou o sol que fazia, dirigiu-se para uma folha de revista que estava no chão e eis o resultado! O fotógrafo estava atento e agradeceu a oportunidade de fazer o "clique". &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/7794855424663772800-4693645214207117576?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/4693645214207117576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=4693645214207117576' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/4693645214207117576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/4693645214207117576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2008/10/super-caracol.html' title='Super caracol'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SPUiP6IvaOI/AAAAAAAAAx4/MVbUnxLMJls/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+supercaracol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-6715155721117559061</id><published>2008-01-26T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:23:48.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rosa'/><title type='text'>Bela rosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R5uxsfsuHOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9uC4cPBC2Kc/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159913176064466146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R5uxsfsuHOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9uC4cPBC2Kc/s400/rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando uma rosa é bela até inspira os poetas, mas também permite ao fotógrafo captar momentos únicos, aqueles em que as pétalas são acariadas pelos raios solares e resplandecem ainda mais, dando-lhe uma tonalidade maravilhosa.&lt;/strong&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/7794855424663772800-6715155721117559061?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/6715155721117559061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=6715155721117559061' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6715155721117559061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6715155721117559061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2008/01/bela-rosa.html' title='Bela rosa'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R5uxsfsuHOI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/9uC4cPBC2Kc/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-646401417981233392</id><published>2008-01-20T11:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:17:03.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vitrais'/><title type='text'>Arte e cor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R5ObZhIAbPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/AXTetBgDFPM/s1600-h/vitral.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157636860960337138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R5ObZhIAbPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/AXTetBgDFPM/s400/vitral.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta imagem foi obtida na Igreja Paroquial de Fátima. Trata-se de um vitral representando as aparições de Nossa Senhora. É uma peça onde estão reunidas a beleza e a cor na arte de trabalhar o vidro, atributos saídos das mãos de um artista. A arte aqui é o belo que o conjunto representa, a visão do artista que a executou, mas também a forma como a apreciamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7794855424663772800-646401417981233392?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/646401417981233392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=646401417981233392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/646401417981233392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/646401417981233392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2008/01/arte-e-cor.html' title='Arte e cor'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R5ObZhIAbPI/AAAAAAAAAcw/AXTetBgDFPM/s72-c/vitral.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-6186111790699534565</id><published>2008-01-14T14:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T14:15:38.964-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abelha'/><title type='text'>Trabalhando</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4vfzhIAbMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zExV7pH2G04/s1600-h/trabalhando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155460274613939394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4vfzhIAbMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zExV7pH2G04/s400/trabalhando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#333300;"&gt;Esta foto foi obtida no verão passado. Foi um click ocasional, mas que após constatar o momento registado me deu um enorme prazer. A beleza da cor da flor (da fortuna, de seu nome), a abelha sugando e o momento exacto do registo. Baptizei esta imagem como "trabalhando" em homenagem ao labor destes pequenos insectos. Tenho orgulho nesta foto porque acho que é um momento de vida que tive a sorte de captar e transmitir.&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/7794855424663772800-6186111790699534565?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/6186111790699534565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=6186111790699534565' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6186111790699534565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6186111790699534565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2008/01/trabalhando.html' title='Trabalhando'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4vfzhIAbMI/AAAAAAAAAcU/zExV7pH2G04/s72-c/trabalhando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-8001770722608743222</id><published>2008-01-12T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:01:01.731-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Reflexão'/><title type='text'>Reflexão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lBHRIAbFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wbNb807CIP0/s1600-h/NSMisericordias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154722841614117970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lBHRIAbFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wbNb807CIP0/s400/NSMisericordias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#003300;"&gt; É uma escultura de N.S. das Misericórdias inaugurada em Novembro de 2007 que se encontra no Alto dos Moinhos, em Fátima. O  local é ermo e elevado, propício à reflexão e contemplação. Daqui se avista a Cova da Iria. A foto é tirada pela retaguarda para que a cidade possa ter o enfoque adequado e a ideia do escultor João Sousa Araújo completada. A fé terá que ser alicerçada em obras, a contemplação permitirá a reflexão, mas a visão terá que ser a janela da alma que encerra o amor.&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/7794855424663772800-8001770722608743222?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/8001770722608743222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=8001770722608743222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/8001770722608743222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/8001770722608743222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2008/01/reflexo_12.html' title='Reflexão'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lBHRIAbFI/AAAAAAAAAbc/wbNb807CIP0/s72-c/NSMisericordias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-171619132736850976</id><published>2008-01-06T14:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T15:18:45.161-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outono'/><title type='text'>Cor de outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lKRhIAbGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VoLpXLVg9mQ/s1600-h/arvoresOut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154732913312427106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lKRhIAbGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VoLpXLVg9mQ/s400/arvoresOut.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No fim do outono as folhas destas árvores apresentam uma cor sublime, como que a fazer a despedida. Pouco falta para envelhecerem e finarem, mas antes disso - e num ultimo suspiro - dão-nos o que de mais belo possuem, assim nós o possamos fazer também.&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7794855424663772800-171619132736850976?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/171619132736850976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=171619132736850976' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/171619132736850976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/171619132736850976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-fim-do-outono-as-folhas-destas.html' title='Cor de outono'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R4lKRhIAbGI/AAAAAAAAAbk/VoLpXLVg9mQ/s72-c/arvoresOut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7794855424663772800.post-6182045731709793439</id><published>2007-12-09T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T07:44:47.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abertura'/><title type='text'>Tempo de Paz e Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R1xq9FZxLlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_XIns_y4H20/s1600-h/boasfestas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142102472205086290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R1xq9FZxLlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_XIns_y4H20/s320/boasfestas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Esta quadra tem sempre um significado muito especial. É um tempo de boa vontade e ocasião propícia à abertura do nosso coração àqueles que nos rodeiam ou que estão distantes. Não é por acaso que se diz: "deveria ser Natal todos os dias". Vamos estar atentos e ofertar algo mais que um sentimento nobre, traduzindo as carências dos outros numa prioridade para sermos úteis. O amor deve ser partilhado, mas é mais amor quando é sentido.&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/7794855424663772800-6182045731709793439?l=jotadesant.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/feeds/6182045731709793439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7794855424663772800&amp;postID=6182045731709793439' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6182045731709793439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7794855424663772800/posts/default/6182045731709793439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jotadesant.blogspot.com/2007/12/tempo-de-paz-e-amor.html' title='Tempo de Paz e Amor'/><author><name>Eduardo Santos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13420301197083442207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/SKsW0wo0osI/AAAAAAAAAkc/SCEEOYZPFsQ/S220/Jes5.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_eNccYp6D3KU/R1xq9FZxLlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_XIns_y4H20/s72-c/boasfestas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
