<?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-1391339736461833331</id><updated>2012-02-17T19:19:42.642Z</updated><category term='FÉRIAS'/><category term='Festa de Outono'/><category term='Louvor a Maria'/><category term='MÊS DE MARIA'/><title type='text'>Peniche Livre</title><subtitle type='html'>Falar livremente de tudo.
Incidir sobre as questões directamente relacionadas com a cidade de Peniche  (Inaugurado a 4 de Abril de 2009)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1184</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4974684928920325968</id><published>2012-02-17T19:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-17T19:11:47.448Z</updated><title type='text'>CARNAVAL DE PENICHE 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;CORSOS CARNAVALESCOS DIAS 19 E 21 DE FEVEREIRO&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4974684928920325968?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4974684928920325968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/carnaval-de-peniche-2012.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4974684928920325968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4974684928920325968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/carnaval-de-peniche-2012.html' title='CARNAVAL DE PENICHE 2012'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-9017915194457947184</id><published>2012-02-15T19:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2012-02-17T19:17:37.896Z</updated><title type='text'>SEARA ABERTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seara 4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Assassinar?...Matar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mesmotraídos, por defesa ou por justiça!!!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teremos nós,nalguma situação, direito de matar alguém? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A opinião dasociedade conta e por isso vale a pena discutir, dialogar opinar e partilhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aguardocomentários.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autor:&amp;nbsp; Vários Colaboradores&amp;nbsp; (Professor, Comentador de Rádio, Escritores eEditore Cultural)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma ideiaconjunta, entre todos, de temas e abordagens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Último.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estreia em Abril "Falarei Consigo" de autoria de Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-9017915194457947184?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9017915194457947184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/seara-aberta.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/9017915194457947184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/9017915194457947184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/seara-aberta.html' title='SEARA ABERTA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-65264798809854617</id><published>2012-02-12T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-12T17:50:02.672Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Marcos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(Mc 1,40-45)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Naquele tempo, veio ter com Jesus um leproso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Prostrou-se de joelhos e suplicou-Lhe: «Se quiseres, podes curar-me». Jesus, compadecido, estendeu a mão, tocou-lhe e disse: «Quero: fica limpo». No mesmo instante a lepra deixou-o e ele ficou limpo. Advertindo-o severamente, despediu-o com esta ordem: «Não digas nada a ninguém, mas vai mostrar-te ao sacerdote e oferece pela tua cura o que Moisés ordenou, para lhes servir de testemunho». Ele, porém, logo que partiu, começou a apregoar e a divulgar o que acontecera, e assim, Jesus já não podia entrar abertamente em nenhuma cidade. Ficava fora, em lugares desertos, e vinham ter com Ele de toda a parte.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Sagrada&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-65264798809854617?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/65264798809854617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/evangelhos_12.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/65264798809854617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/65264798809854617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/evangelhos_12.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6088711895098014040</id><published>2012-02-08T18:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-09T19:04:10.253Z</updated><title type='text'>O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO (3ª SÉRIE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As florestas são sistemasaltamente equilibrados e com o seu abate, todas as suas interacções (plantas, animais,etc.) serão afectadas. A Amazónia é considerada o pulmão do planeta, fonte deoxigénio e humidade, factor determinante para que chova nestas zonas. O homemtem tido um papel preponderante no desequilíbrio do planeta, após a revoluçãoindustrial, luta constantemente por um lugar ao sol, provoca guerras edestruição. A comida não chega para todos, a fome, a miséria, as catástrofes, acontecem cada vez em maior número. Os recursos esgotam-se, a poluição e osgases de efeito de estufa reduzem a camada deozono, a Terra recebe a radiação emitida pelo Sol com menor protecção,resultante da redução da referida camada, propiciando o chamado aquecimento globale as consequências são: degelo nos pólos, subida do nível das águas do mar,vagas de calor, tempestades, secas violentas, etc. O homem criou váriasnecessidades e com elas aumentou a poluição, como exemplo temos o automóvelcujo uso se generalizou. Quase todos nós temos este meio de transporte próprioque nos facilita a vida mas que contribui, este, para o crescente aumento dapoluição atmosférica.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque será que o homem pensaúnica e exclusivamente nele, esquecendo que ao ignorar o que o rodeiacompromete o seu futuro?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-6088711895098014040?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6088711895098014040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-meu-cantinho-solitario-3-serie.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6088711895098014040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6088711895098014040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-meu-cantinho-solitario-3-serie.html' title='O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO (3ª SÉRIE)'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4757935623009208640</id><published>2012-02-03T14:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T14:05:55.543Z</updated><title type='text'>3º ANIVERSÁRIO PENICHE LIVRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em Abril o Peniche Livre faz 3 anos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O que gostaria que mudasse no Blogue?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como gostaria de o ver a partir de 4 de Abril?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Comente e partilhe a sua opinião, o Blogue agradece.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4757935623009208640?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4757935623009208640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-aniversario-peniche-livre.html#comment-form' title='33 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4757935623009208640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4757935623009208640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/3-aniversario-peniche-livre.html' title='3º ANIVERSÁRIO PENICHE LIVRE'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3182685584492473006</id><published>2012-02-03T13:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-03T13:56:45.917Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Marcos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(Mc 1,29-39)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Naquele tempo, Jesus saiu da sinagoga e foi, com Tiago e João, a casa de Simão e André.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A sogra de Simão estava de cama com febre e logo Lhe falaram dela. Jesus aproximou-Se, tomou-a pela mão e levantou-a. A febre deixou-a e ela começou a servi-los. Ao cair da tarde, já depois do sol-posto, trouxeram-Lhe todos os doentes e possessos e a cidade inteira ficou reunida diante da porta. Jesus curou muitas pessoas, que eram atormentadas por várias doenças, e expulsou muitos demónios. Mas não deixava que os demónios falassem, porque sabiam qual Ele era. De manhã, muito cedo, levantou-Se e saiu. Retirou-Se para um sítio ermo e aí começou a orar. Simão e os companheiros foram à procura d’Ele e, quando O encontraram, disseram-Lhe: «Todos Te procuram». Ele respondeu-lhes: «Vamos a outros lugares, às povoações vizinhas, a fim de pregar aí também, porque foi para isso que Eu vim». E foi por toda a Galileia, pregando nas sinagogas e expulsando os demónios.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Sagrada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-3182685584492473006?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3182685584492473006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/evangelhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3182685584492473006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3182685584492473006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/02/evangelhos.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6496204299563559137</id><published>2012-01-23T20:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-05T12:36:13.472Z</updated><title type='text'>A POESIA DE MARGARIDA REBELO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Último"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ânsia &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salpico de ternura&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Envolto em amor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com revoltaconseguida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Um fruto revelador.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amar assim não émedo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentir quem soutambém não.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho braços de paz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho graças de mãe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Salvar quem és,talvez!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentimento, quemteve?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Soberbo medo de nãoser.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Querer muito osonhável.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem não ambiciona oseu luminoso fulgor?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor! Amor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Margarida Rebelo&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-6496204299563559137?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6496204299563559137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/poesia-de-margarida-rebelo.html#comment-form' title='23 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6496204299563559137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6496204299563559137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/poesia-de-margarida-rebelo.html' title='A POESIA DE MARGARIDA REBELO'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7433804767478129363</id><published>2012-01-23T20:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:27:53.693Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Marcos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Mc 1,14-20)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Depois de João ter sido preso, Jesus partiu para a Galileia e começou a proclamar o Evangelho de Deus, dizendo: «Cumpriu-se o tempo e está próximo o reino de Deus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Arrependei-vos e acreditai no Evangelho». Caminhando junto ao mar da Galileia, viu Simão e seu irmão André, que lançavam as redes ao mar, porque eram pescadores. Disse-lhes Jesus: «Vinde comigo e farei de vós pescadores de homens». Eles deixaram logo as redes e seguiram-n’O. Um pouco mais adiante, viu Tiago, filho de Zebedeu, e seu irmão João, que estavam no barco a consertar as redes; e chamou-os. Eles deixaram logo seu pai Zebedeu no barco com os assalariados e seguiram Jesus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;FONTE: BÍBLIA SAGRADA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-7433804767478129363?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7433804767478129363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_4284.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7433804767478129363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7433804767478129363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_4284.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-9082425858728394350</id><published>2012-01-23T20:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:28:06.101Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leitura da Profecia de Jonas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(3,1-5.10)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;A palavra do Senhor foi dirigida a Jonas nos seguintes termos: «Levanta-te, vai à grande cidade de Nínive e apregoa nela a mensagem que Eu te direi».&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Jonas levantou-se e foi a Nínive, conforme a palavra do Senhor. Nínive era uma grande cidade aos olhos de Deus; levava três dias a atravessar. Jonas entrou na cidade, caminhou durante um dia e começou a pregar nestes termos: «Daqui a quarenta dias, Nínive será destruída». Os habitantes de Nínive acreditaram em Deus, proclamaram um jejum e revestiram-se de saco, desde o maior ao mais pequeno.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando Deus viu as suas obras e como se convertiam do seu mau caminho, desistiu do castigo com que os ameaçara e não o executou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;FONTE: BÍBLIA SAGRADA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-9082425858728394350?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9082425858728394350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/9082425858728394350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/9082425858728394350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_23.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6923902107008494137</id><published>2012-01-16T19:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:47:01.576Z</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Capitulo 4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Tenho saudosas recordações dos meus tempos deinfância vividos na ribeira. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma tia minha, tinha um café nesta zona, “CaféAlcatraz” ainda hoje existe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lembro da concorrida máquina de discos em que cadapessoa colocava uma moeda e carregava no botão da música pretendida. “DemisRussos” Suzy Quatro” “Nilton César” e “Joselito” eram as mais ouvidas. Lembrotambém as célebres rifas de cartão que eram furadas com um lápis e saía sempreuma guloseima. Sinto saudades das brincadeiras com os meus primos na ribeira,andar de escorrega junto aquelas escadas que ainda lá estão e de passar horas àespera da chegada dos barcos. Ver o mar a saltar e passar, cheio de força, porcima do molhe, era um espectáculo que eu gostava muito de assistir a partir doterraço do café.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Como é possível que coisas tão simples me tragam nalembrança uma nostalgia e saudade tal que por vezes as lágrimas teimam em cairao lembrar desta tão grande felicidade de infância.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-6923902107008494137?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6923902107008494137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6923902107008494137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6923902107008494137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/lembrancas.html' title='LEMBRANÇAS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-2680005335579510510</id><published>2012-01-16T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:08:42.496Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São João&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;(Jo 1,35-42)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Naquele tempo, estava João Baptista com dois dos seus discípulos e, vendo Jesus que passava, disse: «Eis o Cordeiro de Deus».&lt;/span&gt;Os dois discípulos ouviram-no dizer aquelas palavras e seguiram Jesus. Entretanto, Jesus voltou-Se; e, ao ver que O seguiam, disse-lhes: «Que procurais?» Eles responderam: «Rabi – que quer dizer ‘Mestre’ – onde moras?» Disse-lhes Jesus: «Vinde ver». Eles foram ver onde morava e ficaram com Ele nesse dia. Era por volta das quatro horas da tarde. André, irmão de Simão Pedro, foi um dos que ouviram João e seguiram Jesus. Foi procurar primeiro seu irmão Simão e disse-lhe: «Encontrámos o Messias» - que quer dizer ‘Cristo’ –; e levou-o a Jesus. Fitando os olhos nele, Jesus disse-lhe: «Tu és Simão, filho de João. Chamar-te-ás Cefas» – que quer dizer ‘Pedro’.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;FONTE: BÍBLIA SAGRADA&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-2680005335579510510?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2680005335579510510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_9639.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2680005335579510510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2680005335579510510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_9639.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6947314312277907522</id><published>2012-01-16T19:05:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:05:38.264Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leitura da Primeira Epístola do apóstolo São Paulo aos Coríntios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(1 Cor 6,13c-15a.17-20)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Irmãos:O corpo não é para a imoralidade, mas para o Senhor, e o Senhor é para o corpo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Deus, que ressuscitou o Senhor, também nos ressuscitará a nós pelo seu poder. Não sabeis que os vossos corpos são membros de Cristo? Aquele que se une ao Senhor constitui com Ele um só Espírito. Fugi da imoralidade. Qualquer outro pecado que o homem cometa é exterior ao seu corpo; mas o que pratica a imoralidade peca contra o próprio corpo. Não sabeis que o vosso corpo é templo do Espírito Santo, que habita em vós e vos foi dado por Deus?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não pertenceis a vós mesmos, porque fostes resgatados por grande preço: glorificai a Deus no vosso corpo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FONTE: BÍBLIA SAGRADA&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-6947314312277907522?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6947314312277907522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_7281.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6947314312277907522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6947314312277907522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_7281.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-9037407393775514398</id><published>2012-01-16T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T19:04:26.273Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leitura do Primeiro Livro de Samuel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(1 Sam 3,3b-10.19)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Naqueles dias, Samuel dormia no templo do Senhor, onde se encontrava a arca de Deus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O Senhor chamou Samuel e ele respondeu: «Aqui estou». E, correndo para junto de Heli, disse: «Aqui estou, porque me chamaste». Mas Heli respondeu: «Eu não te chamei; torna a deitar-te». E ele foi deitar-se. O Senhor voltou a chamar Samuel. Samuel levantou-se, foi ter com Heli e disse: «Aqui estou, porque me chamaste». Heli respondeu: «Não te chamei, meu filho; torna a deitar-te». Samuel ainda não conhecia o Senhor, porque, até então, nunca se lhe tinha manifestado a palavra do Senhor. O Senhor chamou Samuel pela terceira vez. Ele levantou-se, foi ter com Heli e disse: «Aqui estou, porque me chamaste». Então Heli compreendeu que era o senior que chamava pelo jovem. Disse Heli a Samuel: «Vai deitar-te; e se te chamarem outra vez, responde: ‘Falai, Senhor, que o vosso servo escuta’». Samuel voltou para o seu lugar e deitou-se. O Senhor veio, aproximou-Se e chamou como das outras vezes: «Samuel! Samuel!» E Samuel respondeu: «Falai, Senhor, que o vosso servo escuta».&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Samuel foi crescendo; o Senhor estava com ele e nenhuma das suas palavras deixou de cumprir-se.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;FONTE: BÍBLIA SAGRADA&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-9037407393775514398?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9037407393775514398/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/9037407393775514398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/9037407393775514398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_16.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6859421673181479200</id><published>2012-01-13T16:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:20:28.368Z</updated><title type='text'>O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO (3ª SÉRIE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;18&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em Portugal temos um climatemperado que varia de Norte para Sul; no Interior os Invernos são mais friosque no Litoral e os Verões são mais quentes devido ao afastamento do mar, queameniza as temperaturas. Ainda dentro deste equilíbrio natural do clima emPortugal temos um factor também muito importante, a formação do anti-ciclonedos Açores (Centro de Altas Pressões) que se forma no Oceano Atlântico entre osAçores e a Península Ibérica e que se estende em crista até ao norte da Europatrazendo-nos, no seu trajecto, ventos continentais (Nordeste, Leste) que noInverno são frios e secos e no Verão são quentes e igualmente secos. Nestasituação o Sol domina, porque este centro impede a passagem de depressões esuperfícies frontais que originam tempo chuvoso e temperaturas mais amenas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estas características fazem partedo nosso clima e podemos ter grandes alterações se teimarmos na devastação doplaneta.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-6859421673181479200?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6859421673181479200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-meu-cantinho-solitario-3-serie.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6859421673181479200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6859421673181479200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-meu-cantinho-solitario-3-serie.html' title='O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO (3ª SÉRIE)'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7790148118774242343</id><published>2012-01-13T16:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:12:20.804Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São João&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(Jo 1,35-42)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Naquele tempo, estava João Baptista com dois dos seus discípulos e, vendo Jesus que passava, disse: «Eis o Cordeiro de Deus».&lt;/span&gt;Os dois discípulos ouviram-no dizer aquelas palavras e seguiram Jesus. Entretanto, Jesus voltou-Se; e, ao ver que O seguiam, disse-lhes: «Que procurais?» Eles responderam: «Rabi – que quer dizer ‘Mestre’ – onde moras?» Disse-lhes Jesus: «Vinde ver». Eles foram ver onde morava e ficaram com Ele nesse dia. Era por volta das quatro horas da tarde. André, irmão de Simão Pedro, foi um dos que ouviram João e seguiram Jesus. Foi procurar primeiro seu irmão Simão e disse-lhe: «Encontrámos o Messias» - que quer dizer ‘Cristo’ –; e levou-o a Jesus. Fitando os olhos nele, Jesus disse-lhe: «Tu és Simão, filho de João. Chamar-te-ás Cefas» – que quer dizer ‘Pedro’.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;FONTE: BÍBLIA SAGRADA&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/1391339736461833331-7790148118774242343?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7790148118774242343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_6701.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7790148118774242343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7790148118774242343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_6701.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8834161973839250426</id><published>2012-01-13T16:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:12:43.377Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leitura da Primeira Epístola do apóstolo São Paulo aos Coríntios&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(1 Cor 6,13c-15a.17-20)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Irmãos:O corpo não é para a imoralidade, mas para o Senhor, e o Senhor é para o corpo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Deus, que ressuscitou o Senhor, também nos ressuscitará a nós pelo seu poder. Não sabeis que os vossos corpos são membros de Cristo? Aquele que se une ao Senhor constitui com Ele um só Espírito. Fugi da imoralidade. Qualquer outro pecado que o homem cometa é exterior ao seu corpo; mas o que pratica a imoralidade peca contra o próprio corpo. Não sabeis que o vosso corpo é templo do Espírito Santo, que habita em vós e vos foi dado por Deus?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não pertenceis a vós mesmos, porque fostes resgatados por grande preço: glorificai a Deus no vosso corpo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;FONTE: BÍBLIA SAGRADA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-8834161973839250426?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8834161973839250426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/leitura-da-primeira-epistola-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8834161973839250426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8834161973839250426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/leitura-da-primeira-epistola-do.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4257940510263941488</id><published>2012-01-13T16:10:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:10:19.859Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leitura do Primeiro Livro de Samuel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(1 Sam 3,3b-10.19)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Naqueles dias, Samuel dormia no templo do Senhor, onde se encontrava a arca de Deus.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;O Senhor chamou Samuel e ele respondeu: «Aqui estou». E, correndo para junto de Heli, disse: «Aqui estou, porque me chamaste». Mas Heli respondeu: «Eu não te chamei; torna a deitar-te». E ele foi deitar-se. O Senhor voltou a chamar Samuel. Samuel levantou-se, foi ter com Heli e disse: «Aqui estou, porque me chamaste». Heli respondeu: «Não te chamei, meu filho; torna a deitar-te». Samuel ainda não conhecia o Senhor, porque, até então, nunca se lhe tinha manifestado a palavra do Senhor. O Senhor chamou Samuel pela terceira vez. Ele levantou-se, foi ter com Heli e disse: «Aqui estou, porque me chamaste». Então Heli compreendeu que era o senior que chamava pelo jovem. Disse Heli a Samuel: «Vai deitar-te; e se te chamarem outra vez, responde: ‘Falai, Senhor, que o vosso servo escuta’». Samuel voltou para o seu lugar e deitou-se. O Senhor veio, aproximou-Se e chamou como das outras vezes: «Samuel! Samuel!» E Samuel respondeu: «Falai, Senhor, que o vosso servo escuta».&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Samuel foi crescendo; o Senhor estava com ele e nenhuma das suas palavras deixou de cumprir-se.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte:Bíblia Sagrada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-4257940510263941488?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4257940510263941488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4257940510263941488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4257940510263941488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos_13.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8160315347944165045</id><published>2012-01-06T21:13:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:20:33.833Z</updated><title type='text'>SEARA ABERTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seara 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aborto Deverou Irresponsabilidade?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Teremos nós, o direito de interromper a vida?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em situaçõesem que uma vida não foi pensada, planeada e nos é imposta?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Numasituação em que tudo se desmorona, temos o direito de nos livrarmos desseobstáculo que nos dificulta a existência?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A opinião dasociedade conta e por isso vale a pena discutir, dialogar opinar e partilhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aguardocomentários.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autor: &amp;nbsp;Vários Colaboradores&amp;nbsp; (Professor, Comentador de Rádio, Escritores eEditore Cultural)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma ideiaconjunta, entre todos, de temas e abordagens.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-8160315347944165045?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8160315347944165045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/seara-3-aborto-deverou.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8160315347944165045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8160315347944165045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/seara-3-aborto-deverou.html' title='SEARA ABERTA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3023734890892750441</id><published>2012-01-06T21:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T21:25:44.438Z</updated><title type='text'>A FRASE DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Reconheceros seus erros é lavar a alma das impurezas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(PauloGonçalves)&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-3023734890892750441?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3023734890892750441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/frase-da-semana.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3023734890892750441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3023734890892750441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/frase-da-semana.html' title='A FRASE DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7302791502452047865</id><published>2012-01-03T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:53:18.347Z</updated><title type='text'>REIS MAGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Depois do nascimento de Jesus, segundo o Evangelho de São Mateus, surgem os Reis Magos provenientes do&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;Oriente&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;, que o visitaram em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: white; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Belém. Estes&amp;nbsp;Reis&amp;nbsp;foram&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;guiados por uma estrela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-7302791502452047865?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7302791502452047865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/reis-magos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7302791502452047865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7302791502452047865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/reis-magos.html' title='REIS MAGOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3285538617034021615</id><published>2012-01-02T19:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T19:01:48.582Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Lucas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;(Lc 2,16-21)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT" style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquele tempo, os pastores dirigiram-se apressadamente para Belém e encontraram Maria, José e o Menino deitado na manjedoura. Quando O viram, começaram a contar o que lhes tinham anunciado sobre aquele Menino. E todos os que ouviam admiravam-se do que os pastores diziam. Maria conservava todas estas palavras, meditando-as em seu coração. Os pastores regressaram, glorificando e louvando a Deus por tudo o que tinham ouvido e visto, como lhes tinha sido anunciado. Quando se completaram os oito dias para o Menino ser circuncidado, deram-Lhe o nome de Jesus, indicado pelo Anjo, antes de ter sido concebido no seio materno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: #cfe2f3;"&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Sagrada&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/1391339736461833331-3285538617034021615?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3285538617034021615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3285538617034021615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3285538617034021615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2012/01/evangelhos.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4534497564608876792</id><published>2012-01-02T18:52:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T18:53:50.945Z</updated><title type='text'>A vida da Sagrada Família em Nazaré</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 140%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A realidade dominante do que terá sido avida de Jesus, Maria e José na sua pequena cidade de Nazaré, onde José exerceua profissão de carpinteiro, foi a simplicidade. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 140%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Se bem que de descendência ilustre, porparte de seus antepassados - pois descendia do rei David – a Sagrada Famílialevava uma vida modesta, em meio a uma numerosa parentela, constituindo um larnem pobre, nem rico, ganhando o pão de cada dia com o suor de seu rosto,respeitando as leis administrativas e sociais de seu povo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 140%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No ritmo da oração comunitária nasinagoga, os ritos e as numerosas festas religiosas do judaísmo (onde, entreoutros, o rito da circuncisão, a festa das Tendas, a peregrinação ao templo deJerusalém), a vida de oração da Sagrada Família era, exteriormente, a de todobom israelita praticante daquela época. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 140%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Portanto, por trás da modéstia destecomportamento respeitoso dos usos e costumes de sua cultura, a Sagrada Famíliavivia uma realidade tão grandiosa que apenas o silêncio&amp;nbsp; e a discriçãopoderiam assegurar, ao Lar de Nazaré, a serenidade necessária aodesenvolvimento do plano de Deus, o nascimento do Messias, tão esperado pelopovo hebreu, depois de tantos séculos.&amp;nbsp; Serenidade também para zelar pelainfância e adolescência de Jesus, o Cristo Salvador do mundo,&amp;nbsp; até que elealcançasse sua plena maturidade de homem e pudesse iniciar sua vida pública e apregação de seu Evangelho. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 140%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foi efetivamente na humilde morada deNazaré que começaram a se desenrolar, entre os membros da Sagrada Família, asprimeiras páginas do Novo Testamento que o Céu, em seu Verbo, se fez carne eveio se doar aos homens, por amor&amp;nbsp; e pela salvação de todos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 140%; margin-bottom: .7pt; margin-left: -.7pt; margin-right: -.7pt; margin-top: .7pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 140%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O testemunho do Cristo e de seus paisdemonstra, também, o imenso resplendor que pode atingir uma vida familiarcomum, vivenciada em Deus, na simplicidade e num grande amor compartilhado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-4534497564608876792?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4534497564608876792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8200145715815613198</id><published>2011-12-31T15:01:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T15:02:09.560Z</updated><title type='text'>ANO NOVO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A TODOS, UM SANTO E PRÓSPERO ANO NOVO.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PAULO GONÇALVES&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8200145715815613198?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-9048595730153998946</id><published>2011-12-28T13:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:52:12.470Z</updated><title type='text'>A FORÇA DO NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Natal uma forçaténue e constante.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Permanecem distantesNatais&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Brisas frias aquecemos mais gelados pedestais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanto do imponente ealtivo querer, cai!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentimento de bruma,urze e até lama.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na alma, que tão sujaestá!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem será que noslimpa a vida?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que sofrida! Quesofrida!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toca o sino! Toca osino!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;…Que já nasceu o Deusmenino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E que a todos elevai!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Feliz e Santo Natal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Margarida Rebelo&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-9048595730153998946?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/9048595730153998946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/forca-do-natal.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/9048595730153998946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/9048595730153998946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/forca-do-natal.html' title='A FORÇA DO NATAL'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-1521314590624395386</id><published>2011-12-28T13:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:49:00.694Z</updated><title type='text'>NOITE DE LUZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noite divina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Luzcristalina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que meconduz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao teunascimento…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pobre menino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em palhasdeitado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dormemenino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nascido deamor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Do Deuscriador.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maria, graçaplena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Divina mãe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que seentrega no amor &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para nosconduzir a Nosso Senhor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noite depaz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Noite deluz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em Belém…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NasceuJesus!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-1521314590624395386?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1521314590624395386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/noite-de-luz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1521314590624395386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1521314590624395386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/noite-de-luz.html' title='NOITE DE LUZ'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-1720176843943169167</id><published>2011-12-28T13:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:46:12.344Z</updated><title type='text'>O NATAL É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Natalreveste-se de magia. O Natal torna-nos crianças de novo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No Natalsonhamos com um mundo melhor. No Natal lembramos Jesus Cristo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1391339736461833331-1720176843943169167?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1720176843943169167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-natal-e_4283.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1720176843943169167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1720176843943169167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-natal-e_4283.html' title='O NATAL É...'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7922773442745231802</id><published>2011-12-28T13:45:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:46:54.851Z</updated><title type='text'>NATAL É ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Natal éJesus. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Natal éunião. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Natal é oamor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que brota do teu coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-7922773442745231802?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7922773442745231802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7922773442745231802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7922773442745231802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-e.html' title='NATAL É ...'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-2742492043400067123</id><published>2011-12-28T13:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:45:03.222Z</updated><title type='text'>O NATAL É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Natal é amor, se te lembrares da família. O Natal é amor,se te lembrares de Maria. O Natal é amor, se Cristo reina no teu coração. ONatal é celebrar o nascimento de Cristo e o que ele representa para todo omundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&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/1391339736461833331-2742492043400067123?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2742492043400067123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-natal-e_28.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2742492043400067123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2742492043400067123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-natal-e_28.html' title='O NATAL É...'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-610048743519791723</id><published>2011-12-28T13:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-28T13:44:23.926Z</updated><title type='text'>O NATAL É...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;1&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Natal é o amor que podes dar. O mimo que podes oferecer. Onatal é simplesmente um sorriso… O Natal é sempre que tu tenhas vontade defazer o bem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1391339736461833331-610048743519791723?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/610048743519791723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6530756972489046534</id><published>2011-12-27T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:38:50.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Reflexões para o Natal -Feliz 2012 !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5EUMLdrUzm8?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-6530756972489046534?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6530756972489046534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflexoes-para-o-natal-feliz-2012.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6530756972489046534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6530756972489046534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/reflexoes-para-o-natal-feliz-2012.html' title='Reflexões para o Natal -Feliz 2012 !!!'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5EUMLdrUzm8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6281671867234074923</id><published>2011-12-27T18:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:27:22.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Noite Feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pBlpi_bx2Hk?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-6281671867234074923?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6281671867234074923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/noite-feliz.html#comment-form' title='1 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/254583207054295274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/254583207054295274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/bate-o-sino-coral-de-criancas.html' title='Bate o Sino- Coral de Crianças'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X6coGdL2MBk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7825777360530987909</id><published>2011-12-27T18:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:20:39.255Z</updated><title type='text'>NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt; &amp;nbsp;Muitas pessoas escandalizaram-se, quando oPapa Paulo VI disse que o Natal não é o dia em que Jesus nasceu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;De facto, antes de Jesus nascer, afesta do Natal era uma festa pagã em honra do sol, que se fazia quando os diasdeixam de diminuir e começam a crescer. A Igreja adoptou essa festa, e como nãosabe o dia preciso em que Jesus nasceu, começou a festejar nesse dia o Seunascimento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Como não se trata de festejar umadata, mas um acontecimento que nos diz respeito, vamos escutar a Palavra doSenhor.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Is. 9, 1-6&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; (silêncio)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Luc. 2, &amp;nbsp;1-20&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 1cm; margin-right: 0cm; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;(silêncio)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 49.6pt; text-align: justify; text-indent: -21.25pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; S. Lucasapresenta-nos Cristo como “o sol que nasce do alto” e como “luz das nações”; &amp;nbsp;por isso, ao narrar o Seu nascimento, não seesquece de dizer que foi de noite e que uma grande luz envolveu aqueles queprimeiro receberam a Boa-Notícia do Seu Natal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; S. Lucasdiz ainda que não houve lugar para Ele na estalagem, e nasceu numa grutadestinada a animais. Desde o princípio, Jesus é rejeitado. Ele é a luz quebrilha nas trevas, que os homens rejeitaram, porque gostam mais da escuridão doque da luz, dado que as suas obras são más. Este menino rejeitado, a luz naescuridão, será chamado por Simeão “Luzdas nações e Glória de Israel” – nomes com que o profeta Isaías chama o“Servo de Javé”, o Servo Sofredor o que vem carregar com os pecados do mundo edar a alegria e a paz aos homens, pela Sua morte e Ressurreição.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Alegremo-nos,porque no nascimento de Jesus começa a brilhar para nós a Luz. Alegremo-nos,porque o Senhor vem carregar com o madeiro da Cruz que temos aos ombros,liberta-nos do jugo do pecado e dá-nos o suave jugo do Seu Amor. Alegremo-nos,porque Ele é a paz e vem destruir todo e qualquer vestígio de guerra,destruindo o poder daquele que nos faz guerra, o demónio.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormalCxSpMiddle" style="margin-left: 1.0cm; mso-add-space: auto; text-align: justify; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-7825777360530987909?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7825777360530987909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7825777360530987909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7825777360530987909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal_27.html' title='NATAL'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3833048373265624765</id><published>2011-12-27T18:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T18:12:51.757Z</updated><title type='text'>Carol of the Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GJWz1-R88oc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-3833048373265624765?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3833048373265624765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/carol-of-bells.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3833048373265624765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3833048373265624765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/carol-of-bells.html' title='Carol of the Bells'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GJWz1-R88oc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-1547028583812761248</id><published>2011-12-24T16:29:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:31:18.662Z</updated><title type='text'>NATAL 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O BLOGUE PENICHE LIVRE DESEJA A TODOS UM SANTO NATAL&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zywTciDD6_w/TvX-LsfkTTI/AAAAAAAABQs/CGPc_aTD-8A/s1600/animation23ki2.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zywTciDD6_w/TvX-LsfkTTI/AAAAAAAABQs/CGPc_aTD-8A/s200/animation23ki2.gif" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PAULO GONÇALVES&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-1547028583812761248?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1547028583812761248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-2011.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1547028583812761248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1547028583812761248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal-2011.html' title='NATAL 2011'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zywTciDD6_w/TvX-LsfkTTI/AAAAAAAABQs/CGPc_aTD-8A/s72-c/animation23ki2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8468699481596708588</id><published>2011-12-24T00:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-24T00:40:07.300Z</updated><title type='text'>O NASCIMENTO DE JESUS, O NAZARENO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;UMMENINO CHAMADO JESUS&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Poraqueles dias, saiu um édito da parte de César Augusto, para ser recenseada todaa terra. Este recenseamento foi o primeiro que se fez, sendo Quirino governadorda Síria. E iam todos recensear-se, cada qual à sua própria cidade. Também Josédeixando a cidade de Nazaré, na Galileia, subiu até à Judéia, à cidade deDavid, chamada Belém, por ser da casa e da linhagem de David, a fim derecensear-se com Maria, sua mulher, que se encontrava grávida. E quando elesali se encontravam, completaram-se os dias de ela dar à luz e teve o seu filhoprimogénito, que envolveu em panos e recostou numa manjedoura, por não haverlugar para eles na hospedaria. Na mesma região encontravam-se pastores, que pernoitavamnos campos guardando os seus rebanhos durante a noite. O anjo do Senhorapareceu-lhes e a glória do Senhor refulgiu em volta deles, e tiveram muitomedo. Disse-lhes o anjo: “Não temais, pois vos anuncio uma grande alegria, queo será para todo o povo: Hoje, na cidade de David, nasceu-vos um Salvador, queé o Messias, Senhor. Isto vos servirá de sinal para o identificardes:encontrareis um Menino envolto em panos e deitado numa manjedoura.” De repente,juntou-se ao anjo uma multidão de exército celeste, louvando a Deus e dizendo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;Glóriaa Deus nas alturas e paz na terra aos homens de Seu agrado.” Quando os anjos seafastaram em direcção ao Céu, os pastores disseram uns aos outros: “Vamos entãoaté Belém e vejamos o que aconteceu e que o Senhor nos deu a conhecer.” Foramapressadamente e encontraram Maria, José e o Menino, deitado na manjedoura. Equando os viram, começaram a espalhar o que lhes tinham dito a respeito daqueleMenino. Todos os que os ouviram se admiraram do que lhes disseram os pastores.Quanto a Maria, conservava todas essas coisas ponderando-as no seu coração. Ospastores voltaram glorificando e louvando a Deus por tudo o que tinham visto eouvido, segundo lhes fora anunciado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0cm; margin-right: 14.2pt; margin-top: 0cm; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;(Lucas 2,1-20)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16pt; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-8468699481596708588?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8468699481596708588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-2861052755301501714</id><published>2011-12-19T19:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-19T19:35:39.031Z</updated><title type='text'>MENINO JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ventos de Poesia"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Anjo anunciava.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um filho muito amado nascia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre panos embrulhado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pelas mãos da Virgem Maria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz essa noite divina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hgbwzi7F8-k/Tu-O7piuA2I/AAAAAAAABQM/5folzWdK5Ok/s1600/Natal+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" oda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hgbwzi7F8-k/Tu-O7piuA2I/AAAAAAAABQM/5folzWdK5Ok/s200/Natal+2.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grande e cheia de luz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para sempre seja louvado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O nosso menino Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deste projecto de Deus,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nasce uma família unida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ela sirva de exemplo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para toda a nossa vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor de Deus, eu quero.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por ele anseio tanto!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que me dá força.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para enxugar o meu pranto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Homem que andas perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olha para o menino Jesus.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com olhos bem penetrantes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentirás um forte fogo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nada será como antes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-2861052755301501714?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2861052755301501714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/menino-jesus.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2861052755301501714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2861052755301501714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/menino-jesus.html' title='MENINO JESUS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hgbwzi7F8-k/Tu-O7piuA2I/AAAAAAAABQM/5folzWdK5Ok/s72-c/Natal+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-5143294215669192590</id><published>2011-12-17T11:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:49:27.243Z</updated><title type='text'>UMA RELAÇÃO DE AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Conto de Natal”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Mágica Maresia”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A dor, o frioe a tristeza, marcavam aquela esquina sombria. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aquele sacoque se rompera deixara a descoberto os brinquedos que deram tanta alegria noutrosNatais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Indignado etriste, conseguiu olhar de soslaio para o seu amiguinho coelho já desbotado.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Então Job!Porque nos fizeram isto? Porque estamos aqui?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Meuursinho inocente! Não vês que já não nos querem?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Não?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Não! Estanoite é Natal e o nosso antigo dono terá novos brinquedos. Nós estamos gastos!Já não servimos para nada!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Não! Nãoacredito! Ele gostava tanto de mim! Quero voltar para a minha cama quentinha!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dos olhos dopobre urso rolavam lágrimas de profunda tristeza e abandono.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Tenhofrio! Achas que algum menino ainda nos quererá? – Questionou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Deixa-tede ilusões! Daqui vais para a lixeira! – Disse o coelho…Vá não chores, acontecea todos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nessepreciso momento foram invadidos por uma enorme luz. Assustados tentaramesconder-se.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- São oshomens da limpeza! Disse o urso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Chegámosao nosso fim! Disso o coelho abraçando-se ao seu amiguinho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porém a luzcada vez mais forte aproximou-se deles, falando-lhes…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Olá! Nãotenham medo! Sou vosso amigo! Tenho um convite a fazer-vos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ambosolharam estupefactos para aquela luz que falava. Afinal a luz tinha um rosto euns olhos com um brilho muito especial.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas tu ésum bebé! Disse o urso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Sim sou.Chamo-me Emanuel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- De ondevens? – Questionou o coelho.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- O meu paienviou-me para dar alento, felicidade e amor a toda a humanidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas nósnão somos humanos! – Responderam em uníssono.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Maspoderão dar felicidade a muitos meninos que nada têm.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Isso seriaóptimo! Mas como será isso possível? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Venhamcomigo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De imediatoforam invadidos por uma luz intensa que os levou aos céus. Voaram sobre váriasterras e por fim chegaram a uma com as casas muito pobres e onde as criançasbrincavam na rua, quase sem roupas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- E agora?Perguntou o urso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Agoraserão lançados para que aquelas crianças os apanhem premiando-as com felicidadepor terem, finalmente um brinquedo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E assim aconteceu.As crianças corriam nas ruas, apanhando os seus brinquedos. O urso e o seuamiguinho coelho, invadidos pela alegria, despediram-se do seu amigo Emanuel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Adeus!Adeus! Grande amigo! Salvaste-nos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Adeusamiguinhos! Apenas cumpri a vontade do meu pai que me enviou para dar alegriaao mundo! Fui anunciado pelo anjo e os anjinhos do mundo são as crianças. Quenenhuma delas chore por não terem um brinquedo. Feliz e Santo Natal! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- SANTONATAL! – Responderam todos os brinquedos e as crianças tão felizes.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-5143294215669192590?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5143294215669192590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/uma-relacao-de-amor.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5143294215669192590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5143294215669192590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/uma-relacao-de-amor.html' title='UMA RELAÇÃO DE AMOR'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4210740193651078556</id><published>2011-12-17T11:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-17T11:24:04.574Z</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 51)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;18.12.11 –S. Desidério&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19.12.10 –S. Urbano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;20.12.10 –S. Domingos de Silos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;21.12.10 –S. Pedro Canísio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;22.12.10 –S. Honorato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;23.12.10 –S. João de Kéty&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;24.12.10 –S. Delfim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;25.12.10 –Natal de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4210740193651078556?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4210740193651078556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-santos-da-semana_17.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4210740193651078556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4210740193651078556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-santos-da-semana_17.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-5398104998485353512</id><published>2011-12-13T21:12:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:50:40.663Z</updated><title type='text'>O 1º Elemento (3ª Série)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;29&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Falar doNatal é falar do nascimento de Jesus que se revelou amor por todos nós. Aesperança contida nesta celebração advém somente do seu nascimento e daimportância mediante o projecto de Deus. Seguir este menino que se fez homem enos deixou todo um legado de amor através da sua vida e palavra é condiçãoessencial para se celebrar dignamente o Natal. Não é por causa do Pai Natal queo celebramos. Nasceu Jesus e isso é o Natal! Este Natal que deve ser epermanecer nas nossas vidas. Jesus convida-te também a praticar o Natal na tuavida transmitindo-o aos outros. Tal como se o transmitisses ao próprio JesusCristo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-5398104998485353512?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5398104998485353512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-1-elemento-3-serie.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5398104998485353512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5398104998485353512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-1-elemento-3-serie.html' title='O 1º Elemento (3ª Série)'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8636962818558059104</id><published>2011-12-09T16:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:29:40.384Z</updated><title type='text'>NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;"Ventos de Poesia"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Cristo nascetodos os dias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Para todosde forma igual.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na vida que vaipassando.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Todos osdias podem ser Natal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Osensinamentos vão aumentando.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vamoscrescendo e caminhando.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque naspalhas estendido,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Está aquelemenino de olhos doces&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Centro das nossasatenções.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com elesentimos emoções&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vivemos aSagrada Família &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quando omundo parece perdido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É sentidopara a nossa vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8636962818558059104?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8636962818558059104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8636962818558059104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8636962818558059104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/natal.html' title='NATAL'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6642985249566907160</id><published>2011-12-09T16:44:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T13:29:10.985Z</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 50)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11.12.11 – S. Dâmaso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12.12.11 –Stª. Joana de Chantal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;13.12.11 –Sta. Luzia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;14.12.11 –S. João da Cruz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;15.12.11 –Sta. Cristina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;16.12.11 –Sta. Alice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17.12.11 –Floriano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-6642985249566907160?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6642985249566907160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-santos-da-semana_09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6642985249566907160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6642985249566907160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-santos-da-semana_09.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-5838188309505229924</id><published>2011-12-08T14:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-08T14:45:09.271Z</updated><title type='text'>IMACULADA CONCEIÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPJEGC0D91s/TuDMyfikWGI/AAAAAAAABQA/-xG6nZljQg4/s1600/Imaculada+Concei%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPJEGC0D91s/TuDMyfikWGI/AAAAAAAABQA/-xG6nZljQg4/s320/Imaculada+Concei%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Fonte: Galeria cores blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-5838188309505229924?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5838188309505229924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/imaculada-conceicao.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5838188309505229924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5838188309505229924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/imaculada-conceicao.html' title='IMACULADA CONCEIÇÃO'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dPJEGC0D91s/TuDMyfikWGI/AAAAAAAABQA/-xG6nZljQg4/s72-c/Imaculada+Concei%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8228962901742449064</id><published>2011-12-05T20:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:05:41.656Z</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Capitulo 3&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que saudadesdas noites da minha infância. Noites em que me refugiava no aconchego do meular. Muitas noites invernosas em que ansiava pela chegada do Natal. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Era usual passar a noite a ver televisão na companhia da minha mãe, isto durante a semana,porque o meu pai fazia da pesca a sua profissão. Lembro-me de comer chocolate“Salutar”, “Coma com Pão” ou “Grand Prix” todos da marca “Regina”, havia tambémum que gostava muito e ainda hoje existe, o “Jubileu” da “Imperial”. Ao fim desemana o meu pai já estava em casa e à noite comíamos bolos sortidos, gostavamuito de desembrulhar os bombons e lembro o sortido “Tradição” e “Sortido Rico”.Os meus pais acompanhavam sempre com um cálice de vinho do Porto, se calhar porisso hoje gosto muito deste vinho. Lembro também o arroz doce que a minha mãefazia e que eu tanto gostava. O Natal era uma época que eu adorava; as Filhoses,Coscorões, Sonhos, Rabanadas, Bolo-Rei e Broa -Castelar faziam e ainda hojefazem as minhas delícias. O fascínio pela árvore de Natal, Presépio e acuriosidade que sentia, não me deixando dormir, quando deixava o sapatinho nofogão, sendo que no dia seguinte tinha os presentes, supostamente, deixados pelomenino Jesus. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que saudade,meu Deus! Esta lembrança da felicidade recebida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8228962901742449064?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8228962901742449064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8228962901742449064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8228962901742449064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/lembrancas.html' title='LEMBRANÇAS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4540150443980624328</id><published>2011-12-01T16:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:34:32.525Z</updated><title type='text'>O AMOR DO NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"A POESIA DE MARGARIDA REBELO"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natal é a cor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natal é a vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Natal é pureza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De uma forma de vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A luz transcendente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pelo mundo avança&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esta nossa esperança.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que quando se alcança.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O amor incendeia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Margarida Rebelo&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4540150443980624328?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4540150443980624328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-amor-do-natal.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4540150443980624328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4540150443980624328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-amor-do-natal.html' title='O AMOR DO NATAL'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4212476263049055515</id><published>2011-12-01T16:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:28:47.472Z</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 49)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;04.12.11 –S. João Damasceno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;05.12.11 – Santos Bispos de Braga&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;06.12.11 – S. Nicolau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;07.12.11 – S. Ambrósio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;08.12.11 – Imaculada Conceição&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;09.12.11 – Stª Leocádia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10.12.11 – Nossa Senhora do Loreto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11.12.11 – S. Dâmaso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-4212476263049055515?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4212476263049055515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-santos-da-semana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4212476263049055515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4212476263049055515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/12/os-santos-da-semana.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6929643208652496425</id><published>2011-11-27T14:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:09:56.664Z</updated><title type='text'>POBRE CRIANÇA TRISTE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; “Mágica Maresia”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Conto deNatal” &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Criançatriste&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aconchegoque não encontrou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ternuraperdida nas esquinas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Na vida quenão concretizou!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não há nadamais triste que o sorriso de uma criança triste.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seus olhosvincados de medo cruzavam os outros que naquele parque de supermercadocaminhavam felizes e cheios de vida. Uma criança carregava, com ar esfuziante,um brinquedo, um comboio que sua mãe acabara de lhe oferecer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E, na ruapedindo esmola...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Umamoedinha. Por favor! Preciso de comer uma sopinha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O vento nãoacalma os sonhos destruídos desde cedo. Vivia com a resignação construída naalma. A tristeza era a sua única companheira. A frieza e desprezo das pessoasera uma constante e algo a que já se habituara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No rosto, asduras lágrimas que teimosamente rolavam porque a alegria insistia em não vir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhavaconstantemente para os outros, imaginava que tinha tudo, Amor! Lar! Pais!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O pão quehoje comeu teve que furtar de um menino qualquer, naquele canto amargo da vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma senhoraaproximou-se;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Menino.Estás sempre por aqui, não tens família?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nãosenhora! Não tenho nada!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nada? Ondemoras?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Debaixo deumas escadas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- A tuafamília? Onde está?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Morreramtodos no seu egoísmo! Nem sei quem são! Deixaram-me numa instituição! Não seiporque razão! Talvez fosse empecilho!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem perceberporquê, a senhora desatou a chorar! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Porquechora?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Porque nãosei se me podes perdoar mas…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Tudo fareipara que isso aconteça! A vida obriga-nos a errar! Muito embora eu não tenhaperdão. Entre o errar, recuar e refazer vai um enorme esticão. Havemos deconversar, mais tarde. Queres deixar a rua e viver numa casa com tudo?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Combrinquedos? Não! Não!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nãoqueres?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Quero umacasa feliz e com amor…! E também com brinquedos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A senhoradeu uma gargalhada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Assimserá. Vem comigo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E lá foramos dois, de mãos dadas, unidos. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os clientesdaquele supermercado não deixaram de notar a diferença naquele canto. Faltava oolhar daquele menino triste. Talvez sentissem saudade. Talvez se sentissemmenos incomodados, talvez menos obrigados na sua consciência ou quiçá, talvezmais aliviados por não se incomodarem com aquela esmola habitual. Talvez…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor deMaria. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Amor deJesus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O olhardesta criança&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A vós meconduz!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-6929643208652496425?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6929643208652496425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/pobre-crianca-triste.html#comment-form' title='42 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6929643208652496425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6929643208652496425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/pobre-crianca-triste.html' title='POBRE CRIANÇA TRISTE!'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-981974991006885426</id><published>2011-11-24T21:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-24T21:15:37.459Z</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 48)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;27.11.11 –Sta. Odete&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;28.11.11 –S. Estêvão menor&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ttZfjjCf99U/Ts6zvo_oMnI/AAAAAAAABPo/LJdhbkIMmok/s1600/animation10yv9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ttZfjjCf99U/Ts6zvo_oMnI/AAAAAAAABPo/LJdhbkIMmok/s200/animation10yv9.gif" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;29.11.11 –S. Saturnino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30.11.11 –Sto. André&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;01.12.11 –S. Eloi &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;02.12.11 –S. Parciano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;03.12.11 –S. Francisco Xavier&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-981974991006885426?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/981974991006885426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-santos-da-semana_24.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/981974991006885426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/981974991006885426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-santos-da-semana_24.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ttZfjjCf99U/Ts6zvo_oMnI/AAAAAAAABPo/LJdhbkIMmok/s72-c/animation10yv9.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-52980812740283932</id><published>2011-11-22T19:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-01T16:23:09.008Z</updated><title type='text'>Andrea Bocelli e Natalie Cole - Christmas song   live 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MTYtaBIBDXA?fs=1" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;Canções de Natal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-52980812740283932?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/52980812740283932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/andrea-bocelli-e-natalie-cole-christmas.html#comment-form' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/52980812740283932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/52980812740283932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/andrea-bocelli-e-natalie-cole-christmas.html' title='Andrea Bocelli e Natalie Cole - Christmas song   live 2009'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MTYtaBIBDXA/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-5825316989257179266</id><published>2011-11-21T19:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-21T19:47:51.662Z</updated><title type='text'>CHEGA O NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Termina o tempo comum!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chega o Advento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Natal também chega ao Blogue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;É essencial, em nossas vidas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;este nascimento!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este Natal!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-5825316989257179266?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5825316989257179266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/chega-o-natal.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5825316989257179266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5825316989257179266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/chega-o-natal.html' title='CHEGA O NATAL'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3825301837579124514</id><published>2011-11-18T18:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T18:29:01.704Z</updated><title type='text'>A Poesia de Margarida Rebelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caminhava pelo sonho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meu sonho. Meu sonho…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sentia que fugia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fugia, fugia…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talvez fosse ilusão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talvez, talvez…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou talvez não,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ou talvez não…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Margarida Rebelo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-3825301837579124514?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3825301837579124514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/poesia-de-margarida-rebelo.html#comment-form' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3825301837579124514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3825301837579124514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/poesia-de-margarida-rebelo.html' title='A Poesia de Margarida Rebelo'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8748321958743535619</id><published>2011-11-16T19:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:42:07.284Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Mateus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(Mt 25,31-46)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Naquele tempo, disse Jesus aos seus discípulos: «Quando o Filho do homem vier na sua glória com todos os seus Anjos, sentar-Se-á no seu trono glorioso.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Todas as nações se reunirão na sua presença e Ele separará uns dos outros, como o pastor separa as ovelhas dos cabritos; e colocará as ovelhas à sua direita e os cabritos à sua esquerda. Então o Rei dirá aos que estiverem à sua direita: ‘Vinde, bem ditos de meu Pai; recebei como herança o reino que vos está preparado desde a criação do mundo. Porque tive fome e destes-Me de comer; tive sede e destes-me de beber; era peregrino e Me recolhestes; não tinha roupa e Me vestistes; estive doente e viestes visitar-Me; estava na prisão e fostes ver-Me’. Então os justos Lhe dirão: ‘Senhor, quando é que Te vimos com fome e Te demos de comer, ou com sede e Te demos de beber? Quando é que Te vimos peregrino e te recolhemos, ou sem roupa e Te vestimos? Quando é que Te vimos doente ou na prisão e Te fomos ver?’ E o Rei lhes responderá: ‘Em verdade vos digo: Quantas vezes o fizestes a um dos meus irmãos mais pequeninos, a Mim o fizestes’. Dirá então aos que estiverem à sua esquerda: ‘Afastai-vos de Mim, malditos, para o fogo eterno, preparado para o demónio e os seus anjos. Porque tive fome e não Me destes de comer; tive sede e não Me destes de beber; era peregrino e não Me recolhestes; estava sem roupa e não Me vestistes; estive doente e na prisão e não Me fostes visitar’. Então também eles Lhe hão-de perguntar: ‘Senhor, quando é que Te vimos com fome ou com sede, peregrino ou sem roupa, doente ou na prisão, e não Te prestámos assistência?’ E Ele lhes responderá: ‘Em verdade vos digo: Quantas vezes o deixastes de fazer a um dos meus irmãos mais pequeninos, também a Mim o deixastes de fazer’. Estes irão para o suplício eterno e os justos para a vida eterna».&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Sagrada&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8748321958743535619?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8748321958743535619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/evangelhos_4789.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8748321958743535619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8748321958743535619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/evangelhos_4789.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4296576733587215646</id><published>2011-11-16T19:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:39:44.388Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leitura da Profecia de Ezequiel&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(Ez 34,11-12.15-17)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;Eis o que diz o Senhor Deus: «Eu próprio irei em busca das minhas ovelhas e hei-de encontrá-las.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Como o pastor vigia o seu rebanho, Quando estiver no meio das ovelhas que andavam tresmalhadas, para as tirar de todos os sítios em que se desgarraram num dia de nevoeiro e de trevas. Eu apascentarei as minhas ovelhas, Eu as levarei a repousar, diz o Senhor. Hei-de procurar a que anda tresmalhada. Tratarei a que estiver ferida, darei vigor à que andar enfraquecida E velarei pela gorda e vigorosa. Hei-de apascentá-las com justiça.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quanto a vós, meu rebanho, assim fala o Senhor Deus: Hei-de fazer justiça entre ovelhas e ovelhas, entre carneiros e cabritos».&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Sagrada&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-4296576733587215646?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4296576733587215646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/evangelhos_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4296576733587215646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4296576733587215646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/evangelhos_16.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8003159613266749402</id><published>2011-11-16T19:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T19:36:55.593Z</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 47)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;20.11.11 –S. Félix de Valóis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;21.11.11 –Apresentação de Maria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;22.11.11 –Stª Cecília&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;23.11.11 –S. Clemente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;24.11.11 –S. João da Cruz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;25.11.11 –Sta. Catarina&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;26.11.11–S.João Berchmans&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8003159613266749402?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8003159613266749402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-santos-da-semana_16.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8003159613266749402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8003159613266749402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-santos-da-semana_16.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-99079967958978833</id><published>2011-11-10T21:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:36:32.079Z</updated><title type='text'>O 1º Elemento (3ª Série)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;28&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Toxicodependência&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grande parteda nossa sociedade encontra-se fragmentada pelas suas diferentes necessidades evícios.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma grande ecrescente percentagem vive em plena dependência; é o caso dostoxicodependentes. São vidas destruídas numa grande dor sem saída e como se nãobastasse, a destruição é semeada à volta das suas famílias, amigos e restantesociedade que interage directamente com o toxicodependente. A dor de ver osseus lares completamente destruídos pela infelicidade projectada, não podesemear nada de bom. O anseio de viver única e simplesmente para a droga,esquecendo esposa, filhos e restante família, está na base de uma alteração deprincípios que não os que deveriam ser prioritários.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porquemotivo isto acontece? Porque motivo o dinheiro e os interesses comerciaisprevalecem, ignorando o ser humano e lançando-o numa esfera de destruição?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Porque nãosomos possuidores do discernimento necessário para combatermos tudo isso?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-99079967958978833?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/99079967958978833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-1-elemento-3-serie.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/99079967958978833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/99079967958978833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-1-elemento-3-serie.html' title='O 1º Elemento (3ª Série)'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8446134606944290417</id><published>2011-11-10T21:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-10T21:22:50.977Z</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 46)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;13.11.11 –S. Diogo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;14.11.11 –S. Josafate&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;15.11.11 –S. Alberto Magno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;16.11.11 – Stª Gertrudes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17.11.11 – Stª Isabel da Hungria&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;18.11.11 –Beato Domingos Jorge&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19.11.11 –Stª Matilde&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-8446134606944290417?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8446134606944290417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/semana-46-13.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8446134606944290417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8446134606944290417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/semana-46-13.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8454739400251625637</id><published>2011-11-07T19:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T19:32:36.648Z</updated><title type='text'>O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO (3ª SERIE)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;As cadeias de abastecimento atravessam fronteirasexactamente como os serviços internacionais e os produtos acabados são destinadosa exportação. Os mercados de trabalho encontram-se igualmente globalizados. Aintegração de trabalhadores multilingues e multiculturais é fundamental paramelhorar as vendas dos produtos além fronteiras e favorecer a expansão da língua.De acordo com a minha visão, as línguas serão utilizadas de forma mais eficazno futuro, a fim de atingir novos grupos-alvo e de estabelecer relaçõesestratégicas duradouras. Os fluxos migratórios são consequência directa daglobalização. Criou-se um mercado mundial baseado na livre concorrência e nacompetitividade que tem dado origem a deslocações para as regiões maisdesenvolvidas. Onde há diferentes povos, existem diferentes culturas, por issoaumenta a oferta cultural. Hoje temos no nosso país lojas e restauranteschineses, franceses, mexicanos, brasileiros, também temos discotecas africanas,angolanas, brasileiras e, na música, sente-se muito essa influência com acompra de discos de cantores brasileiros.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pena que os estereótipos e descriminações se mantenham e nãose diluam nesta globalização. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8454739400251625637?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8454739400251625637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-meu-cantinho-solitario.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8454739400251625637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8454739400251625637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-meu-cantinho-solitario.html' title='O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO (3ª SERIE)'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6615753194525340610</id><published>2011-11-06T12:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:42:34.883Z</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Mateus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;(Mt 25,1-13)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquele tempo, Disse Jesus aos seus discípulos a seguinte parábola: «O reino dos Céus pode comparar-se a dez virgens, que, tomando as suas lâmpadas, foram ao encontro do esposo. Cinco eram insensatas e cinco eram prudentes. As insensatas, ao tomarem as suas lâmpadas, não levaram azeite consigo, enquanto as prudentes, com as lâmpadas, levaram azeite nas almotolias. Como o esposo se demorava, começaram todas a dormitar e adormeceram. No meio da noite ouviu-se um brado: ‘Aí vem o esposo; ide ao seu encontro’. Então, as virgens levantaram-se todas e começaram a preparar as lâmpadas. As insensatas disseram às prudentes: ‘Dai-nos do vosso azeite, que as nossas lâmpadas estão a apagar-se’. Mas as prudentes responderam: ‘Talvez não chegue para nós e para vós. Ide antes comprá-lo aos vendedores’. Mas, enquanto foram comprá-lo, chegou o esposo. As que estavam preparadas entraram com ele para o banquete nupcial; e a porta fechou-se. Mais tarde, chegaram também as outras virgens e disseram: ‘Senhor, senhor, abre-nos a porta’. Mas ele respondeu: ‘Em verdade vos digo: Não vos conheço’. Portanto, vigiai, porque não sabeis o dia nem a hora.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Sagrada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&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/1391339736461833331-6615753194525340610?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6615753194525340610/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/evangelhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6615753194525340610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6615753194525340610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/evangelhos.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7299899549164140804</id><published>2011-11-06T12:38:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:38:21.457Z</updated><title type='text'>A FRASE DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Temos odever de agradecer o dom da vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(PauloGonçalves)&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-7299899549164140804?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7299899549164140804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/frase-da-semana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7299899549164140804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7299899549164140804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/frase-da-semana.html' title='A FRASE DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4498239563509625694</id><published>2011-11-06T12:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-06T12:34:42.595Z</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 45)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;06.11.11 –Beato Nuno de Stª. Maria&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;07.11.11 –S. Ernesto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;08.11.11 –S. Godofredo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;09.11.11 –Ded. Basílica de Latrão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10.11.11 –S. Leão Magno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11.11.11 –S. Martinho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12.11.11 –S. Renato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4498239563509625694?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4498239563509625694/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-santos-da-semana.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4498239563509625694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4498239563509625694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-santos-da-semana.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3693315083154229812</id><published>2011-11-04T15:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-04T15:53:08.631Z</updated><title type='text'>MAIS PENICHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Já nasceu um novo Blogue dedicado a Peniche; O "MAIS PENICHE".&amp;nbsp;Pode adicioná-lo através da coluna direita dos blogues ou através do seu&amp;nbsp;domínio&amp;nbsp;clicando em:maispeniche.blogspot.com e na sua aplicação&amp;nbsp;dinâmica&amp;nbsp;em:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;maispeniche2.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Boas leituras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No "MAIS PENICHE": Ser Peniche, Olá Peniche, Mais Poesia e muito mais!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peniche merece!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-3693315083154229812?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3693315083154229812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-peniche_04.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3693315083154229812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3693315083154229812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-peniche_04.html' title='MAIS PENICHE'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-2766691656021078142</id><published>2011-11-03T18:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T18:37:22.326Z</updated><title type='text'>MAIS PENICHE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dentro de horas nasce um novo Blogue dedicado a Peniche; O "MAIS PENICHE".&amp;nbsp;Pode adicioná-lo através da coluna direita dos blogues ou através do seu&amp;nbsp;domínio&amp;nbsp;clicando em:maispeniche.blogspot.com e na sua aplicação&amp;nbsp;dinâmica&amp;nbsp;em: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;maispeniche2.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;Boas leituras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;No "MAIS PENICHE": Ser Peniche, Olá Peniche, Mais Poesia e muito mais!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Peniche merece!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-2766691656021078142?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2766691656021078142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-peniche.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2766691656021078142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2766691656021078142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/mais-peniche.html' title='MAIS PENICHE'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7884612038355290161</id><published>2011-11-01T12:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:02:43.662Z</updated><title type='text'>NOVIDADES DE NOVEMBRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A 4 de Novembro nasce o novoBlogue “Mais Peniche” e agregado a ele estão uma série de mudanças e avanços.Cada Blogue passou a ter a sua aplicação dinâmica e interactiva. Ficaram ostrês Blogues disponíveis nas aplicações, Google Read, Blogger Buzz, Blogger inDraft, e Blogger Feeds. Os Blogues têm também a partir desta data formatodigital para tv e telemóvel.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Enfim pode aceder a todos aos Bloguese seus conteúdos em qualquer lugar através de um simples clic, seja no pc,portátil, tablet, I pod, I pad, tv, psp, pst e telemóvel. Outra coisa não seriade esperar, afinal estamos no novo milénio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-7884612038355290161?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7884612038355290161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/novidades-de-novembro.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7884612038355290161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7884612038355290161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/novidades-de-novembro.html' title='NOVIDADES DE NOVEMBRO'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3712490699596663490</id><published>2011-11-01T12:00:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-01T12:09:55.246Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA DE TODOS OS SANTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje é dia de lembrar todos os que marcaram a humanidade com sua bondade e a sua santidade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje pede-se o pão por Deus justamente porque Deus deu ao mundo&amp;nbsp;princípios&amp;nbsp;de amor e caridade.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bom dia de Todos os Santos!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-3712490699596663490?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3712490699596663490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/dia-de-todos-os-santos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3712490699596663490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3712490699596663490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/11/dia-de-todos-os-santos.html' title='DIA DE TODOS OS SANTOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8035812154200395284</id><published>2011-10-28T20:06:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T20:14:07.560+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SEARA ABERTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seara 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Eutanásia. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Direito ouNão?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vale a penasaber o que pensam os leitores acerca deste assunto. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em casoterminal e sem esperança de viver dignamente teremos nós, direito a pôr termo àvida?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A opinião dasociedade conta e por isso vale a pena discutir, dialogar opinar e partilhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aguardocomentários.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autor: &amp;nbsp;Vários Colaboradores&amp;nbsp; (Professor, Comentador de Rádio, Escritores eEditor Cultural)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma ideiaconjunta, entre todos, de temas e abordagens.&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8035812154200395284?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8035812154200395284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/seara-aberta.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8035812154200395284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8035812154200395284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/seara-aberta.html' title='SEARA ABERTA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3033695681082524092</id><published>2011-10-26T19:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T19:40:23.430+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fascínio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ventos de Poesia"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aquelessonhos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que sonhei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E que nuncarealizei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Esperança dealguém&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que tem odesejo &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De ir maisalém.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este corpo éluz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Este sonharé magia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Queentrelaça o sonho&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Numa mágicafantasia.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Talvezchegue o dia,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Término delonga melancolia. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Realize essedesejo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E acabe emalegria.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-3033695681082524092?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3033695681082524092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/fascinio.html#comment-form' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3033695681082524092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3033695681082524092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/fascinio.html' title='Fascínio'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-1170527379588382500</id><published>2011-10-26T19:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T19:38:15.801+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Mateus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Mt 23,1-12)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquele tempo, Jesus falou à multidão e aos discípulos, dizendo: «Na cadeira de Moisés sentaram-se os escribas e os fariseus. Fazei e observai tudo quanto vos disserem, mas não imiteis as suas obras, porque eles dizem e não fazem. Atam fardos pesados e põem-nos aos ombros dos homens, mas eles nem com o dedo os querem mover. Tudo o que fazem é para serem vistos pelos homens: alargam os filactérios e ampliam as borlas; gostam do primeiro lugar nos banquetes e dos primeiros assentos nas sinagogas, das saudações nas praças públicas e que os tratem por ‘Mestres’. Vós, porém, não vos deixeis tratar por ‘Mestres’, porque um só é o vosso Mestre e vós sois todos irmãos. Na terra não chameis a ninguém vosso ‘Pai’, porque um só é o vosso pai, o Pai celeste. Nem vos deixeis tratar por ‘Doutores’, porque um só é o vosso doutor, o Messias. Aquele que for o maior entre vós será o vosso servo. Quem se exalta será humilhado e quem se humilha será exaltado».&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Sagrada&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-1170527379588382500?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1170527379588382500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/evangelhos_26.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1170527379588382500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1170527379588382500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/evangelhos_26.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-29497912773892945</id><published>2011-10-26T19:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-26T19:34:30.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 44)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30.10.11 – Stª. Doroteia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;31.10.11 –Sto. Afonso Rodrigues&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;01.11.11 –Solenidade de Todos os Santos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;02.11.11 –Fiéis Defuntos &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;03.11.11 –S. Martinho de Porres&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;04.11.11 –S. Carlos Barromeu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;05.11.11 –S. Zacarias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-29497912773892945?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/29497912773892945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-santos-da-semana_26.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/29497912773892945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/29497912773892945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-santos-da-semana_26.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-1887002491735224929</id><published>2011-10-21T13:57:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T13:57:42.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AQUELA MANHÃ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mágica Maresia"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquela manhã tudo se tinha desmoronado. Entre rasgos e fendas degiesta, ramos diversos e ervas daninhas, a sua alma estava no chão. As silvaspareciam inócuas e as dores não sentidas eram afagadas pelo sofrimento.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Da casa dos seus pais, restavam apenas escombros, estes afagavam eguardavam as duras batalhas perdidas. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Deambulando, caminhou sobre as ruínas e na sua cabeça ainda ouvia oensurdecedor barulho dos tiros e explosões. As lágrimas, teimosamente caiam evincavam o seu calor no rosto que aquela manhã gelara. Na tez, as rugas daansiedade, não lhe deixavam caminho para a esperança que se vestia dedesespero. No olhar a busca era incessante e percorria a agonia que se impunha.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mãe! Pai! - Gritou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- &lt;b&gt;Mãe! Pai&lt;/b&gt;! – Gritou aindacom mais força.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A guerra fizera-se convidada, a fúria das armas e dos bombardeamentostudo destruíram. Restava-lhe a esperança de não ter perdido os seus pais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;…”Tinha ido buscar água ao rio, ao nascer do dia, conforme lhe mandaraa sua progenitora, quando, de repente e chegando ao local um barulhoensurdecedor ecoou por toda a floresta. Uma explosão mesmo ao seu lado e umenorme corrupio da armada deixou-lhe o pânico e o medo. A passarada,estonteantemente esvoaçou. Um esquilo que por ali andava, em desespero, a suatoca encontrou. A sua única saída era um fiel esconderijo onde outroracostumava brincar. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Por fim o silêncio regressou e a medo foi cambaleando no intuito deencontrar a sua casa.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Que restaria? O que se teria passado? Porquê aquela guerra?”…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De entre as ruínas, que teimosamente afastou, a sua vida perdida estava.Entre duas mãos, um crucifixo e todas as suas raízes. Ainda mal vislumbrou umafotografia de um feliz dia de acção de graças, que manteve guardada na memóriae que permaneceu exposta na sala de jantar durante muitos anos. Testemunhos defelicidades vividas ao lado dos seus queridos pais. Fragmentos doces de umpassado que se tinha rompido abruptamente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma dor que lhe dilacerou a alma. Um grito forte e profundo. Estavasozinha, como tantas outras crianças deste mundo. Vítimas de guerra, vítimas dador, vítimas do egoísmo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mãe! Pai! Que faço agora?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Vem, vem comigo. Ouviu esta frase que partia de uma voz celestial. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Quem és tu? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Se confiares em mim, nunca te abandonarei. Esta manhã é a tuasalvação.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Olhou de soslaio e conseguiu visualizar uma branca luz. Sentiu calor.Sentiu conforto e deixou-se guiar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Já não sinto dor! Já não sinto dor!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Encontrara tudo o que tivera receio de perder. Talvez o valor dascoisas se fizesse sentir. Talvez fosse o sentimento real que viera à tona,talvez não se tivesse apercebido da importância do amor. Talvez…Talvez…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A humanidade tem fome. Fome de amor! Fome de justiça! Fome de Paz! Fomede Deus.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Quem te salvará? O amor? O homem, ou o espírito?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-1887002491735224929?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1887002491735224929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/aquela-manha.html#comment-form' title='82 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1887002491735224929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1887002491735224929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/aquela-manha.html' title='AQUELA MANHÃ'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>82</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8043337886956071636</id><published>2011-10-20T19:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:48:11.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"MAIS PENICHE" a 4 de Novembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O&amp;nbsp;Novo Blogue "MAIS PENICHE" vai abrir a 4 de Novembro com dois sites; O blogue tradicional e a versão Dynamic.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Muitos trabalhos e muito &amp;nbsp;se vai falar de Peniche, num novo conceito de Blogue.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Boas leituras!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8043337886956071636?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8043337886956071636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/mais-peniche-4-de-novembro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8043337886956071636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8043337886956071636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/mais-peniche-4-de-novembro.html' title='&quot;MAIS PENICHE&quot; a 4 de Novembro'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-1308033252221493761</id><published>2011-10-20T19:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T20:54:00.154+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aplicações Dynamic a 21 de Outubro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Abrem amanhã as duas primeiras aplicações Dynamic para os Bolgues "Peniche Livre" e "Paciência&amp;nbsp;e Outras Coisas". Para aceder basta clicar na lista de Blogues, que se encontra na coluna da direita, no Blogue respectivo e adicioná-lo aos favoritos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Estes 4 Sites estarão a partir de amanhã, também&amp;nbsp;disponíveis&amp;nbsp;no formato para&amp;nbsp;telemóvel. Delicie-se com a interactividade e...Boas leituras.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-1308033252221493761?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1308033252221493761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/aplicacoes-dynamic-21-de-outubro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1308033252221493761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1308033252221493761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/aplicacoes-dynamic-21-de-outubro.html' title='Aplicações Dynamic a 21 de Outubro'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-5755465611910486909</id><published>2011-10-20T19:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T19:19:29.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Santos da Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 43)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;23.10.11 – S. João de Capristano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;24.10.11 – Stº. António Maria Claret&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;25.10.11 – S. Crispim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;26.10.11 – S. Rústico&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;27.10.11 – Beato Gonçalo de Lagos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;28.10.11 – S. Simão e Judas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;29.10.11 – S. Narciso &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-5755465611910486909?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5755465611910486909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-santos-da-semana_20.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5755465611910486909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5755465611910486909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-santos-da-semana_20.html' title='Os Santos da Semana'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-584720917411906916</id><published>2011-10-18T19:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T21:37:34.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tecnologia Dynamic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apesar da crise, o avanço tecnológico não pára. As inovaçõesque se aplicam à televisão chegam com a TDT (Televisão Digital Terrestre). NaInternet os sites passam a ter aplicação dinâmica (opcional) óptima para Pc’s, i Pod e Tablets. Estas aplicações podem ser imputadas aos Blogues e sites, noseu modelo original, ou estes podem ter novas versões que permitem aceder a todosos conteúdos (Desde o lançamento dos Sites), ou a conteúdos parciais (Sites jáconstruídos) sendo que têm uma maior &amp;nbsp;rapidez e dinamismo na sua apresentaçãooferecendo maior facilidade e atractividade na consulta dos conteúdos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Em Novembro vai nascer um novo Blogue “Mais Peniche” com omodelo tradicional e versão “dynamic”. O mesmo irá acontecer com o “PenicheLivre” e com o “Paciência e Outras coisas”. Recordo que os nossos Bloguespoderão ser também lidos no Blogger Buzz, Blogger in Draft, Google Read e Google (Blogger) Feeds.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com tantas novidades e expansão só posso desejar boasleituras e já agora; que os nossos leitores sintam orgulho nestes sites dePeniche.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-584720917411906916?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/584720917411906916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/tecnologia-dynamic.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/584720917411906916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/584720917411906916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/tecnologia-dynamic.html' title='Tecnologia Dynamic'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-3628341496103507181</id><published>2011-10-18T17:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T17:38:47.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poesia de Margarida Rebelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Incógnita Vivência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Estrada de sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Orvalho sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Amansa a minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Caminho proibido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pensamento constante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Labirinto…Labirinto…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Nele não me encontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Também não me desencontro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afinal onde estou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Afinal quem sou?...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Margarida Rebelo&amp;nbsp;&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/1391339736461833331-3628341496103507181?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3628341496103507181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/poesia-de-margarida-rebelo_18.html#comment-form' title='18 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3628341496103507181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3628341496103507181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/poesia-de-margarida-rebelo_18.html' title='A Poesia de Margarida Rebelo'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-5562066897697689921</id><published>2011-10-16T20:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T20:43:27.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Evangelhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Mateus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Mt 22,15-21)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquele tempo, os fariseus reuniram-se para deliberar sobre a maneira de surpreender Jesus no que dissesse. Enviaram-Lhe alguns dos seus discípulos, juntamente com os herodianos, e disseram-Lhe: «Mestre, sabemos que és sincero e que ensinas, segundo a verdade, o caminho de Deus, sem Te deixares influenciar por ninguém, pois não fazes acepção de pessoas. Diz-nos o teu parecer: É lícito ou não pagar tributo a César?». Jesus, conhecendo a sua malícia, respondeu: «Porque Me tentais, hipócritas? Mostrai-me a moeda do tributo». Eles apresentaram-Lhe um denário, e Jesus perguntou:«De quem é esta imagem e esta inscrição?». Eles responderam: «De César». Disse-lhes Jesus: «Então, dai a César o que é de César e a Deus o que é de Deus».&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Dagrada&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-5562066897697689921?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/5562066897697689921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/evangelhos_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5562066897697689921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/5562066897697689921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/evangelhos_16.html' title='Evangelhos'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-2058553731797371583</id><published>2011-10-15T12:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T12:55:45.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Círios a Nª Srª dos Remédios</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGuOokmnmuk/TLsjr-bZQvI/AAAAAAAAA84/FCUx9m0skBc/s1600/SDC12331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGuOokmnmuk/TLsjr-bZQvI/AAAAAAAAA84/FCUx9m0skBc/s320/SDC12331.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Este Fim de Semana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-2058553731797371583?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2058553731797371583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/cirios-n-sr-dos-remedios.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2058553731797371583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2058553731797371583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/cirios-n-sr-dos-remedios.html' title='Círios a Nª Srª dos Remédios'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aGuOokmnmuk/TLsjr-bZQvI/AAAAAAAAA84/FCUx9m0skBc/s72-c/SDC12331.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7278418061003906200</id><published>2011-10-12T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:08:12.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O trabalho em equipa é fundamental para o êxito. As novastecnologias fomentam e facilitam esse trabalho, tudo é possível mesmo a grandesdistâncias, as reuniões de empresa ou departamento podem acontecer na ausênciado director ou chefe, fazendo uso do telemóvel, videoconferência e internet.Graças a estas novas tecnologias as grandes decisões podem ser tomadas semdemoras e em tempo real e ao mesmo tempo que outros assuntos relacionados com aempresa poderão ser resolvidos pelo director no local onde esteja. As empresaspodem fazer uso de circulares para comunicar reuniões e congressos. Umapercentagem significativa das pequenas e médias empresas europeias perdeoportunidades de negócio todos os anos em resultado directo da escassez decompetências linguísticas e interculturais. Embora pareça inequívoco que oInglês irá manter o seu papel de liderança enquanto língua comercial mundial,serão as outras línguas a marcar a diferença. As línguas não são necessáriasapenas para reforçar as vendas e o “marketing”.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-7278418061003906200?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7278418061003906200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-meu-cantinho-solitario.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7278418061003906200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7278418061003906200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-meu-cantinho-solitario.html' title='O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-2919006550560146568</id><published>2011-10-12T19:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T19:04:29.797+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRASE DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A verdadedeve ser rumo orientador da nossa vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(PauloGonçalves)&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-2919006550560146568?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2919006550560146568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/frase-da-semana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2919006550560146568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2919006550560146568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/frase-da-semana.html' title='A FRASE DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4087754902123993056</id><published>2011-10-12T18:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T18:58:48.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 42)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;16.10.11 –S. Florentino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;17.10.11 – Sto. Inácio de Antioquia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;18.10.11 – S. Lucas Evangelista &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19.10.11 – S. Pedro de Alcântara&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;20.10.11 – Stª Irene&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;21.10.11 – Stª Úrsula&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;i&gt;22.10.11 – Stª MariaSalomé&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-4087754902123993056?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4087754902123993056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-santos-da-semana_12.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4087754902123993056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4087754902123993056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-santos-da-semana_12.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-2015380844036069434</id><published>2011-10-09T21:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T21:14:37.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Mateus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;(Mt 22,1-14 forma breve)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquele tempo, Jesus dirigiu-Se de novo aos príncipes dos sacerdotes e aos anciãos do povo e, falando em parábolas, disse-lhes: «O reino dos Céus pode comparar-se a um rei que preparou um banquete nupcial para o seu filho. Mandou os servos chamar os convidados para as bodas, mas eles não quiseram vir. Mandou ainda outros servos, ordenando-lhes: ‘Dizei aos convidados: Preparei o meu banquete, os bois e os cevados foram abatidos, tudo está pronto. Vinde às bodas’. Mas eles, sem fazerem caso, foram um para o seu campo e outro para o seu negócio; os outros apoderaram-se dos servos, trataram-nos mal e mataram-nos. O rei ficou muito indignado e enviou os seus exércitos, que acabaram com aqueles assassinos e incendiaram a cidade. Disse então aos servos: ‘O banquete está pronto, mas os convidados não eram dignos. Ide às encruzilhadas dos caminhos e convidai para as bodas todos os que encontrardes’. Então os servos, saindo pelos caminhos, reuniram todos os que encontraram, maus e bons. E a sala do banquete encheu-se de convidados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;Bíblia&amp;nbsp;Sagrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-2015380844036069434?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/2015380844036069434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/evangelhos_09.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2015380844036069434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/2015380844036069434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/evangelhos_09.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6678499829927661</id><published>2011-10-07T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T20:43:34.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVOS COLABORADORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Blogue Peniche Livre agradece a todos os que enviaram trabalhos (Foram&amp;nbsp;inúmeros).&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Dada a&amp;nbsp;enormíssima adesão a este pedido encerramos de imediato esta abertura a novas colaborações por ser&amp;nbsp;impossível visionar todos os trabalhos num curto espaço de tempo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os autores dos trabalhos seleccionados serão contactados com a devida&amp;nbsp;antecedência.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A todos muito obrigado.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-6678499829927661?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6678499829927661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/novos-colaboradores_07.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6678499829927661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6678499829927661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/novos-colaboradores_07.html' title='NOVOS COLABORADORES'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-905941391968644434</id><published>2011-10-05T13:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:11:09.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Capitulo 2&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Grande parte da minha infânciafoi vivida em Peniche de Cima. Não posso esquecer aquele mar revolto, quesaltava por cima das muralhas, em dias de nortada e que cobria a praia com limos. A paisagem tornava-se diferente e com ela vinha um forte e inebriantearoma a algas e maresia. Em dias de tempestade o largo destas muralhas ficavacheio de água e era lá que eu e os meus amigos brincávamos. Lembro que esperavaansiosamente que chovesse para termos o nosso lago privado. Passei horas aolhar para o céu e para o mar, este mar que me fez sonhar e sentir feliz.Corria, andava de bicicleta e brincava com carrinhos de cana com bóias de pesca,feitos pelo meu pai. O mar era sempre meu companheiro. Forte da Luz, Praia doQuebrado e Praia de Peniche de Cima eram para mim, locais de sonho e aventurasde piratas, marinheiros, soldados e tantas outras coisas que me deixam tantassaudades. À noite de regresso a casa sonhava com o dia seguinte, muitas vezesao som da chuva que caía lá fora e que eu gostava tanto de ouvir. Sentia-meprotegido. Sentia-me feliz.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-905941391968644434?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/905941391968644434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/lembrabcas.html#comment-form' title='22 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/905941391968644434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/905941391968644434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/lembrabcas.html' title='LEMBRANÇAS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-6450936673797994606</id><published>2011-10-05T13:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:04:18.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 41)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;09.10.11 –S. Eleutério&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;10.10.11 –S. Daniel&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;11.10.11 –Maternidade de Nossa Senhora&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;12.10.11 –S. Serafim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;13.10.11 –S. Eduardo Rei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;14.10.11 –S. Calisto I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;15.10.11 –Stª Teresa de Ávila&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-6450936673797994606?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/6450936673797994606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-santos-da-semana.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6450936673797994606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/6450936673797994606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/os-santos-da-semana.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4281295898546144433</id><published>2011-10-05T13:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T13:02:04.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EVANGELHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #fefdfa; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 22px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evangelho de Nosso Senhor Jesus Cristo segundo São Mateus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Mt 22,1-14 forma breve)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquele tempo, Jesus dirigiu-Se de novo aos príncipes dos sacerdotes e aos anciãos do povo e, falando em parábolas, disse-lhes: «O reino dos Céus pode comparar-se a um rei que preparou um banquete nupcial para o seu filho. Mandou os servos chamar os convidados para as bodas, mas eles não quiseram vir. Mandou ainda outros servos, ordenando-lhes: ‘Dizei aos convidados: Preparei o meu banquete, os bois e os cevados foram abatidos, tudo está pronto. Vinde às bodas’. Mas eles, sem fazerem caso, foram um para o seu campo e outro para o seu negócio; os outros apoderaram-se dos servos, trataram-nos mal e mataram-nos. O rei ficou muito indignado e enviou os seus exércitos, que acabaram com aqueles assassinos e incendiaram a cidade. Disse então aos servos: ‘O banquete está pronto, mas os convidados não eram dignos. Ide às encruzilhadas dos caminhos e convidai para as bodas todos os que encontrardes’. Então os servos, saindo pelos caminhos, reuniram todos os que encontraram, maus e bons. E a sala do banquete encheu-se de convidados.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Fonte: Bíblia Sagrada&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4281295898546144433?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4281295898546144433/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/evangelhos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4281295898546144433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4281295898546144433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/evangelhos.html' title='EVANGELHOS'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4765603537909876142</id><published>2011-10-03T15:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T20:41:10.818+01:00</updated><title type='text'>NOVOS COLABORADORES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Blogue Peniche Livre esteve aberto a novas colaborações.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Os trabalhos serão agora, sujeitos a avaliação para posterior aprovação e serão destinados a entrar no Peniche Livre, Paciência e Mais Peniche.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4765603537909876142?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4765603537909876142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/novos-colaboradores.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4765603537909876142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O BLOGUE CONTA, A PARTIR DE HOJE COM MAIS UMA IMPORTANTE FERRAMENTA.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;NA COLUNA ESQUERDA DO SITE JÁ PODE CONSULTAR O NOSSO DICIONÁRIO DE PORTUGUÊS.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-3599154866965781691?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/3599154866965781691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/dicionario.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3599154866965781691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/3599154866965781691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/dicionario.html' title='DICIONÁRIO'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4926517678288123393</id><published>2011-10-02T13:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T13:30:10.748+01:00</updated><title type='text'>EM BREVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vai ser bom contar com;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"MAIS PENICHE"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-4926517678288123393?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4926517678288123393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/em-breve.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4926517678288123393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4926517678288123393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/10/em-breve.html' title='EM BREVE'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4398071127587882312</id><published>2011-09-29T19:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T19:19:06.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SEARA ABERTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seara 1 &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Novidade"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pena demorte. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sim ou não? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A opinião dasociedade conta e por isso vale a pena discutir, dialogar opinar e partilhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Aguardamos comentários.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autor: VáriosColaboradores, (Professor, Comentador de Rádio, Escritores e Editor Cultural)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYEvh9Q-yzw/ToS2KBTbptI/AAAAAAAABCQ/RZuvqo8HpQg/s1600/Forca.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYEvh9Q-yzw/ToS2KBTbptI/AAAAAAAABCQ/RZuvqo8HpQg/s200/Forca.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Uma ideiaconjunta, entre todos, de temas e abordagens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #228822; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal; line-height: 15px;"&gt;Fonte de Imagem: dossiesocial. blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4398071127587882312?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4398071127587882312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/seara-aberta.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4398071127587882312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4398071127587882312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/seara-aberta.html' title='SEARA ABERTA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYEvh9Q-yzw/ToS2KBTbptI/AAAAAAAABCQ/RZuvqo8HpQg/s72-c/Forca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-1310711191863161018</id><published>2011-09-29T18:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:58:12.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRASE DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A saudade ésinal de amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(PauloGonçalves)&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-1310711191863161018?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1310711191863161018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/frase-da-semana_29.html#comment-form' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1310711191863161018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1310711191863161018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/frase-da-semana_29.html' title='A FRASE DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-7457903682005045039</id><published>2011-09-29T18:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T18:54:57.652+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 40)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;02.10.11 –Santo Anjo da Guarda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;03.10.11 –S. Francisco de Borgia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;04.10.11 –S. Francisco de Assis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;05.10.11 –S. Plácido&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;06.10.11 –S. Bruno&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;07.10.11 –Nossa Senhora do Rosário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;08.10.11 –Santa Brígida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-7457903682005045039?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/7457903682005045039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-santos-da-semana_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7457903682005045039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/7457903682005045039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-santos-da-semana_29.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-1703123540035100314</id><published>2011-09-26T19:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T18:40:07.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O 1º ELEMENTO (3º Série)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;27&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://2.gvt0.com/vi/zFwZJ7__pSY/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFwZJ7__pSY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zFwZJ7__pSY&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;DirtyDancing &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; "Novidade"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Via, umdestes dias, no canal VH1, um videoclip do filme Dirty Dancing e a emoçãoacercou-se de mim. Este filme datado de 1987 fez furor nas salas de cinema,sendo um enorme sucesso de bilheteira. Era eu, então, um jovem de 21 anos eesta película não me passou ao lado, de resto como a muitos outros da minhaidade. O sonho e a ilusão acalentavam o meu ser e o desejo de viver uma relaçãocomo a vivida pelos protagonistas do filme era algo de verdadeiramentefascinante para mim. As músicas deste filme faziam as minhas delícias e só deas ouvir sentia vontade de dançar. Em suma este foi um dos filmes que me caíramno goto.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hoje,assistindo ao clip, passados vinte e quatro anos e sabendo que um dosprotagonistas já faleceu, não pude deixar de me sentir comovido. Como eu erafeliz, nos anos oitenta, vivendo a minha juventude. Como sinto saudades destetempo e como não poderei explicar o facto de não poder estar triste por tudoisto já ter passado? Pela simples certeza de que o vivi, outros não. Pelasimples certeza de estar vivo, outros não. Pela certeza de que apesar de tersaudades, vivo no presente outras emoções, construí, na minha vida,outras realidades que me fazem um homem de 45 anos feliz tais como; A minhafamília, esposa e filhos, bem mais precioso que um homem pode desejar, sendoque a base de tudo isso é o ser mais amoroso que me ama, a mim e aos meus, essemeu querido amigo que é Jesus. Posto isto chorar porquê?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-1703123540035100314?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/1703123540035100314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-1-elemento-3-serie.html#comment-form' title='30 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1703123540035100314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/1703123540035100314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-1-elemento-3-serie.html' title='O 1º ELEMENTO (3º Série)'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4428827741627853215</id><published>2011-09-21T18:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T20:08:35.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida de Formiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Mágica Maresia"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;A formigaresmungona andava a trabalhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O Invernoaproximava-se e tinha que amealhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Apareceu-lheo formigão para lhe falar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Olhe ládona formiga, temos um banco alimentar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- O que éisso? Perguntou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Muitosimples, quanto mais deposita, mais o alimento duplica.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Isso éóptimo vamos lá começar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sem medosfoi entregando os alimentos ao formigão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ao fim deseis meses esperava então o juro alimentar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O formigão,muito gordo, fê-la espantar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Mas então?Que é do meu alimento?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Olhe, tiveque arrecadar. Trabalhou tanto que não o consegui carregar, por isso fuicomendo para me aliviar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- E agora?Quero o meu alimento!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- O seualimento, irei entregar. O juro, não posso pagar, pois foi recompensa por, oarrecadar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Maldito!Tanto que trabalhei devia ter o dobro.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Não sejagananciosa. Tudo se ia estragar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nãointeressa, ficava com a despensa a abarrotar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- E depois?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Atirava aomar e voltava a trabalhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Prefereentão estragar ao invés de matar-me a fome?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Pois, nãoqueres trabalhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Isso éfalso. Pois não tive que guardar?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Nãoadianta, contigo não quero falar. Estás-me a arreliar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;De imediatouma ventania se levantou que pela casa entrou e em todo o alimento pegou.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Vejaformiga tudo se perdeu! Por sua culpa! Agora vou ter que trabalhar!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Pois! Eutambém! A culpa é sua que não cumpriu a sua palavra e em si confiei!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;- Bem agoranão podemos fazer nada a não ser trabalhar se quisermos sobreviver.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;E lá foramambos trabalhar! A ajuda, mútua não puderam dispensar. Talvez tenham aprendidoque quem tudo quer, tudo perde e a conquista não poderá vingar quando cada um, honestamente, não deseja trabalhar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWTZmomqF08/TnuG82hHoAI/AAAAAAAABCM/B59Wmdr9NNg/s1600/Texto-motivacional-a-formiga1+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWTZmomqF08/TnuG82hHoAI/AAAAAAAABCM/B59Wmdr9NNg/s200/Texto-motivacional-a-formiga1+%25281%2529.jpg" width="176" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagem Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #228822; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;sucesso. powerminas.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-4428827741627853215?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4428827741627853215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-de-formiga.html#comment-form' title='31 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4428827741627853215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4428827741627853215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/vida-de-formiga.html' title='Vida de Formiga'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NWTZmomqF08/TnuG82hHoAI/AAAAAAAABCM/B59Wmdr9NNg/s72-c/Texto-motivacional-a-formiga1+%25281%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>31</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8189550465231484915</id><published>2011-09-21T17:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T17:58:14.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 39)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;25.09.11 –S. Firmino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;26.09.11 –Stos. Cosme e Damião&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;27.09.11 –S. Vicente de Paulo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;28.09.11 –S. Venceslau&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;29.09.11 –Stos. Miguel, Gabriel e Rafael&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;30.09.11– S.Jerónimo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;01.10.11 –Stªa Teresa do Menino Jesus&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8189550465231484915?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8189550465231484915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-santos-da-semana_21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8189550465231484915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8189550465231484915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-santos-da-semana_21.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-244594787161053369</id><published>2011-09-16T11:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:32:59.697+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A FRASE DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Não somosdonos da verdade. Só por que não concordamos, não devemos excluir.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(PauloGonçalves)&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-244594787161053369?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/244594787161053369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/frase-da-semana_16.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/244594787161053369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/244594787161053369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/frase-da-semana_16.html' title='A FRASE DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-8559679486337080140</id><published>2011-09-16T11:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T11:30:17.352+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OS SANTOS DA SEMANA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Semana 38)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;18.09.11 –Stª Ricarda&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;19.09.11 –S. Januário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;20.09.11 –S. Eustáquio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;21.09.11 –S. Mateus Apóstolo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;22.09.11 –S. Silvano&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;23.09.11 –S. Lino&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;24.09.11 –Nossa Senhora das Mercês&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;PauloGonçalves&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&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/1391339736461833331-8559679486337080140?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/8559679486337080140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-santos-da-semana_16.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8559679486337080140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/8559679486337080140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/os-santos-da-semana_16.html' title='OS SANTOS DA SEMANA'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1391339736461833331.post-4678019091213495335</id><published>2011-09-12T14:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:05:30.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO 3ª SÉRIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Novidade"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Crónica 15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;A globalizaçãodesencadeou o reforço de diferentes tipos de interacção à escala global direccionandovárias vertentes da sociedade. Neste aspecto predomina o modelo da civilizaçãoocidental. Este modelo assenta nos meios de comunicação (Televisão, Cinema, Internet)e que universaliza o Inglês. O desaparecimento das fronteiras e a abertura dosmercados tornou conhecida esta língua em todo o mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Única, é a linguagem humana! Única deveria ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Paulo Gonçalves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1391339736461833331-4678019091213495335?l=penichelivre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/feeds/4678019091213495335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-meu-cantinho-solitario-3-serie.html#comment-form' title='28 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4678019091213495335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1391339736461833331/posts/default/4678019091213495335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://penichelivre.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-meu-cantinho-solitario-3-serie.html' title='O MEU CANTINHO SOLITÁRIO 3ª SÉRIE'/><author><name>Paulo Gonçalves</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/114297997797704789733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-AXfKDeb9SGY/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAABEo/j7iM20OTOr8/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry></feed>
