<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Tue, 03 Nov 2009 11:39:01 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>DOURO LINDO</title><description>OS MAIS BELOS RECANTOS DO RIO DOURO</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Araújo)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-2148961412922607724</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-27T07:56:55.068-07:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Região</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Porto</category><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>Alto Douro</category><title>Mensagem Global.</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..."A ÚNICA MANEIRA DE DIGNIFICAR A REGIÃO DO DOURO É LUTANDO POR ELA!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Manuel Araújo da Cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-2148961412922607724?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2009/06/mensagem-global_27.html</link><author>alquimistario@hotmail.com (M. Araújo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-4260966382785167784</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 17:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-13T09:43:02.664-08:00</atom:updated><title>VIAGEM INESQUECÍVEL DE BARCA DE ALVA AO PORTO</title><description>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-4260966382785167784?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2009/01/viagem-inesquecvel-de-barca-de-alva-ao.html</link><author>alquimistario@hotmail.com (M. Araújo)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-3972471334432990076</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 15:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-10-24T04:07:50.814-07:00</atom:updated><title>Barca de Alva</title><description>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy8-Iwr9KI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WAnqC4v7iwU/s1600-h/D5K_I205_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290811437943092386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy8-Iwr9KI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WAnqC4v7iwU/s400/D5K_I205_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy8tOVSajI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qy4IsZ4FRRo/s1600-h/D5K_I208_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290811147381008946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy8tOVSajI/AAAAAAAAAB0/Qy4IsZ4FRRo/s400/D5K_I208_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy7vcWJK2I/AAAAAAAAABs/XDEwG4DJ4NE/s1600-h/D5K_I211_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290810085990804322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy7vcWJK2I/AAAAAAAAABs/XDEwG4DJ4NE/s400/D5K_I211_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy7OoqwGLI/AAAAAAAAABk/h3sHCjAM8gM/s1600-h/D5K_I212_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290809522362783922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy7OoqwGLI/AAAAAAAAABk/h3sHCjAM8gM/s400/D5K_I212_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Água, água। Porosas águas de alegria, do pão na mesa. Águas de Li Bai ébrias de ternura, de S. João da Cruz abrasadas de amor, ó águas de Claudel morrendo à sede. Água. Água. Todas as águas, todas. Ó antiquíssima água das estrelas, próximas distantes águas matinais, oculta água dada a beber num só olhar. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eugénio Andrade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-3972471334432990076?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html</link><author>alquimistario@hotmail.com (M. Araújo)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T-aiVJK_qNw/SWy8-Iwr9KI/AAAAAAAAAB8/WAnqC4v7iwU/s72-c/D5K_I205_15x21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115496278516888249</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 14:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T08:37:05.294-07:00</atom:updated><title>Mostro-vos um rio todo ele um prodígio, feito de sonhos e de segredos!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I211_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/Cais" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I218_15x21.6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I218_15x21.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I212_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I212_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Pátria começa neste solitário recanto. Aqui também começam ou acabam os sonhos dos navegantes deste rio imenso. É sempre possível viver um sonho, basta acreditar... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CLIC&lt;/span&gt; NAS FOTOS PARA AMPLIAR)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115496278516888249?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/08/s-no-vos-posso-mostrar-o-silncio-deste.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115496107960172930</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 14:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T08:37:25.398-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I219_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I219_15x21.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este é o cais que podia ser da nova esperança. Quem sabe se alguma vez do litoral chegará para atracar aqui, o futuro porque todos anseiam. Espanha é aqui tão próximo, à distância de uma mão estendida que não pára de gritar por socorro pois sabe que o rio é a salvação. É preciso acreditar nos sonhos,reclamar direitos e tomar o destino na mão sem esperar ajuda de ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;Só o silêncio me responde!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115496107960172930?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/08/este-o-cais-da-nova-esperana.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115373589982636354</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 10:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T07:07:02.326-07:00</atom:updated><title>Alto Douro-Portugal - NAVEGAR É PRECISO.</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I218_15x21.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_I218_15x21.5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem se lembrará de ti rio de oiro?  Quem te protejerá das cobiças e das manifestas incompetências?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115373589982636354?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/alto-douro-portugal-navegar-preciso.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115373216122700247</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 09:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T08:37:54.612-07:00</atom:updated><title>Vamos navegar ao encontro do mar que lá longe nos espera...</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I211_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_I211_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um último olhar sobre Barca d´Alva terra de Ninfas, de rios, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;oliveiras&lt;/span&gt; e de amendoeiras que hão-de dar flor...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115373216122700247?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/comeou-viagem-o-sonho-vamos-navegar-at.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115373170449693775</guid><pubDate>Mon, 24 Jul 2006 08:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T08:38:12.591-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I210_15x21.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I210_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do interior profundo, sedento de distâncias, agreste como o leito que o embalou, surge acolá naquela curva o Rei dos Reis, o senhor das montanhas coroado por amendoeiras e vinhedos.Espantoso e deslumbrante, corta o país em dois e maior feito não há. Só os loucos o ignoram... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115373170449693775?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-interior-profundo-sedento-de.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115366648963584378</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T08:38:38.699-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I208_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_I208_15x21.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta ponte é só nossa.Carrega uma estrada que se diríge a Freixo de Espada à Cinta e já vem de Figueira de Castelo Rodrigo. Do interior para o interior sem qualquer companhia direccionada a Oeste que alargasse horizontes, que devolvesse a esperança. A via para o litoral é liquida. Só o rio soube o que fez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115366648963584378?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/esta-ponte-s-nossa.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115366599022552026</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 14:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T08:39:00.729-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I205_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_I205_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adeus Barca D`&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Alva&lt;/span&gt;! Voltarei quando o mar me deixar, quando as gaivotas peregrinas alcançarem o teu sorriso. Espera-me nos dias tranquilos, claros como claro é este teu amanhecer.Espera-me nas noites serenas de brisas suaves que consolam. Espera-me...espera-me sempre..&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115366599022552026?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/adeus-barca-dlva-voltarei-quando-o-mar.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115366570821944939</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-13T07:08:52.901-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I141_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I141_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I183_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I183_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I143_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_I143_15x21.0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Foi um Deus grandioso quem te fez assim tão belo e encantador! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rio dos meus sonhos, leva-me contigo e não permitas que tantos  ordenem e tu obedeças como escravo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115366570821944939?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/foi-deus-quem-deu-luz-ao-sol-quem.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115366541333806559</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T06:42:12.744-07:00</atom:updated><title>Eclusa do Pocinho</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I128_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I128_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I130_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I130_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: Opx Opx; CURSOR: hand" alt=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I122_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom barqueiro, bom barqueiro, deixa-me passar, eu levo o rio comigo não o posso demorar. Ele quer chegar à foz, ele quer chegar ao mar, bom barqueiro, bom barqueiro, deixa-nos passar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115366541333806559?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/bom-barqueiro-bom-barqueiro-deixa-me.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115366510142888659</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-02-14T08:15:53.948-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I113_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I113_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I002_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_I002_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I115_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_I115_15x21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silêncio coração, não sabes que o rio Douro é caprichoso? Deixa-o espraiar-se pela generosa terra, sentir-lhe o moreno sabor, desenhar um poema em cada curva como quem parte com desejos de voltar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115366510142888659?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/silncio-corao-no-sabes-que-o-rio-douro.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115366491021672698</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-08-23T08:42:40.349-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H500_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H500_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_I113_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_I113_15x21.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alarga-se o nosso olhar sobre o rio, sobre as montanhas e sobre a terra lavrada. A alma espanta-se e reza em  silêncio no contemplar da obra imensa da natureza. Nada poderá &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;perturbar&lt;/span&gt; estes momentos mágicos e únicos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115366491021672698?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/alarga-se-o-nosso-olhar-sobre-o-rio.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115364419347296848</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 08:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T01:48:08.683-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H476_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H476_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H486_15x21.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H486_15x21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H472_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H472_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Neste silêncio de oiro, verde é tudo o que abençoas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115364419347296848?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/neste-silncio-de-oiro-verde-tudo-o-que.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115364404964684022</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 08:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T06:27:50.510-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H439_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H439_15x21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H432_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H432_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recanto doce e tranquilo onde o meu barco repousa e sonha com Ninfas... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115364404964684022?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/recanto-doce-e-tranquilo-onde-o-meu.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115364386797512263</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 08:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T01:54:51.019-07:00</atom:updated><title>Senhora da Ribeira</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H407_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H407_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H208_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H417_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H417_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vieram lá de longe, de trás daquelas montanhas só para te ver e aqui ficaram a adorar-te para sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115364386797512263?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/vieram-de-longe-de-trs-das-montanhas-s.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115364365373663549</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 08:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T06:29:00.105-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H321_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H321_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ninguém pode travar o teu destino, ninguém, nem mesmo estes medonhos fraguedos onde cegonhas negras te namoram...&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H344_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H344_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115364365373663549?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/ningum-pode-travar-o-teu-destino.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115364350542317645</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 08:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T06:29:30.572-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H332_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H332_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H337_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H337_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H335_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H335_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que maravilha é essa amigo!? Que magnífico pintor teceu tão soberbo quadro em que a tela é a terra amiga que dá o pão, em que o óleo é o teu sangue generoso!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115364350542317645?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/que-maravilha-essa-amigo-que-magnfico.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115364332956375792</guid><pubDate>Sun, 23 Jul 2006 08:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T06:30:46.587-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H325_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H325_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H321_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H321_15x21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H345_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H345_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De voz embargada na garganta, obrigo-me ao silêncio prolongado e a comungar contigo o esplendor destes momentos de sonho e, é como se um abraço nos prendesse apara sempre...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115364332956375792?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/de-voz-embargada-na-garganta-obrigo-me.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115359535566858086</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 19:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-02T07:34:35.263-07:00</atom:updated><title>Eclusa Valeira</title><description>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPqW4SozeU8/RpkyDrnlXiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7umqtxWpMrk/s1600-h/D5K_H272_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087152292921433634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPqW4SozeU8/RpkyDrnlXiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7umqtxWpMrk/s400/D5K_H272_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H278_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H278_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H307_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H307_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H334_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H334_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H487_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anoitece no Alto Douro. O rio aconhega-e mais no leito e prepar-se para dormir.&lt;br /&gt;Dorme amigo e companheiro, repousa agora enquanto eu vigílante, tomo conta de ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115359535566858086?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/estava-uma-bela-ninfa-neste-jardim.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xPqW4SozeU8/RpkyDrnlXiI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/7umqtxWpMrk/s72-c/D5K_H272_15x21.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115359516129189095</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 19:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-13T01:52:50.856-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H303_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H303_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H272_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H272_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;...Mais forte é o acto de existir.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115359516129189095?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post_115359516129189095.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115359484932744302</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 18:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-18T06:31:31.547-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H265_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H265_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H259_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H259_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H264_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H262_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H262_15x21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só a via-férrea te acompanha neste lugar onde a solidão mais se acentua. Há grifos a pairar no céu, as brisas perpétuas moldam as faces austeras dos rochedos, lebres, perdizes e javalis pastam livremente e a natureza recolhida repousa eternamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115359484932744302?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/s-via-frrea-te-acompanha-neste-lugar.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115359468050666019</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 18:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-25T11:13:41.261-08:00</atom:updated><title>Silêncio!</title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H244_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H244_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Doce é a tarde que embala os barcos na calmia do rio. Doces são os cheiros que pairam num horizonte matizado por montanas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H184_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H184_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H225_15x21.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H225_15x21.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115359468050666019?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/silncio.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30907464.post-115359450325106277</guid><pubDate>Sat, 22 Jul 2006 18:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-25T11:14:05.745-08:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H193_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/400/D5K_H193_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/1600/D5K_H194_15x21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1935/3323/320/D5K_H194_15x21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Douro lindo, lindo...lindo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30907464-115359450325106277?l=dourolindo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://dourolindo.blogspot.com/2006/07/douro-lindo-lindo.html</link><author>nelsonccorreia@gmail.com (Nelson Correia)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>