<?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-20992355</id><updated>2012-01-16T12:32:41.429Z</updated><category term='Ted Kennedy'/><title type='text'>Newsletter from Lisbon</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-2379956828663808148</id><published>2011-12-30T11:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:34:06.500Z</updated><title type='text'>End of one year, a new one arrives soon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgISR2lZZ30/Tv2hlhgBjlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4JQqsKHqNFg/s1600/C%25C3%25A9us+de+Isabel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgISR2lZZ30/Tv2hlhgBjlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4JQqsKHqNFg/s1600/C%25C3%25A9us+de+Isabel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgISR2lZZ30/Tv2hlhgBjlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4JQqsKHqNFg/s1600/C%25C3%25A9us+de+Isabel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difficult year...&lt;br /&gt;Challenges and obstacles...&lt;br /&gt;One would say we are flexing our muscles for whatever is coming!&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of economic and social upheaval a bit everywhere, one tries to find a guiding light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe it was T.S.Eliot who wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ever try, ever fail, no matter.&lt;br /&gt;Try again, fail again, fail BETTER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel these words may function as a sort of guiding light.&lt;br /&gt;We are bound to make mistakes...&lt;br /&gt;Our infinite tiredness may leads us to stop trying sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;but the GOODNESS in our Hearts will urge us to give our very best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my wish and compromise for the incoming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisbon 30th December 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Isabel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-2379956828663808148?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/2379956828663808148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=2379956828663808148' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/2379956828663808148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/2379956828663808148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2011/12/end-of-one-year-new-one-arrives-soon.html' title='End of one year, a new one arrives soon...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgISR2lZZ30/Tv2hlhgBjlI/AAAAAAAAAmI/4JQqsKHqNFg/s72-c/C%25C3%25A9us+de+Isabel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-1127165847362818291</id><published>2010-01-25T23:53:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:21:07.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa, the Eternal City experienced in the feminine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xcbmBl_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/4P12ukKmrtc/s1600-h/AAA005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430832565168740338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xcbmBl_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/4P12ukKmrtc/s320/AAA005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I walk through the City, it becomes apparent that it is ALIVE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has its own ways, moods and atmosphere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do to discover them, is to walk through its streets, using all your senses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xcChLHuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vY0O5UJgJqE/s1600-h/AAA006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430832558437506786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xcChLHuI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vY0O5UJgJqE/s320/AAA006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is such a JOY in the incredible LIGHT that bathes this City!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The streets stroll down its seven hills, with their colourful houses, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the trees and the pervasive sounds of LIFE all around...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xb0GF5hI/AAAAAAAAAf8/H_pe2aqPLYA/s1600-h/AAA003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430832554565821970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xb0GF5hI/AAAAAAAAAf8/H_pe2aqPLYA/s320/AAA003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In perpetual games of light and shadow, this Mysterious, Feminine Being reveals itself...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Beauty canot but be perceived by the one who looks and sees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xbpvouOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/feSZqbarrNM/s1600-h/ACC092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430832551787280610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xbpvouOI/AAAAAAAAAf0/feSZqbarrNM/s320/ACC092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the nuances of colour, light, warmth, perfumed wind and lively sounds wrap us in &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;their embrace... It is like a trip to an undetermined time - somewhere in the past, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet incredibly close to the heart-beat, happening now, right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xbHH6DMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qhvQ5smu0gw/s1600-h/ADD138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430832542493838530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xbHH6DMI/AAAAAAAAAfs/qhvQ5smu0gw/s320/ADD138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A City shared by so many...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not only the women and men, but all those from Past Memories and Future Dreams, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Citizens of the City in the Becoming...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only the stones of the city could speack, what stories would they tell!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With passion and luminous clarity would they tell us of their age old stories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Text and photos by Isabel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/20992355-1127165847362818291?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/1127165847362818291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=1127165847362818291' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/1127165847362818291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/1127165847362818291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2010/01/lisboa-eternal-city-experienced-in.html' title='Lisboa, the Eternal City experienced in the feminine'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/S14xcbmBl_I/AAAAAAAAAgM/4P12ukKmrtc/s72-c/AAA005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-6647356943884550382</id><published>2010-01-02T21:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:48:14.129Z</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--5HshTxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/N7rlHwu0gHQ/s1600-h/ADD118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422262364904967954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--5HshTxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/N7rlHwu0gHQ/s320/ADD118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--46p-OSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rq-8BLSNNs8/s1600-h/ACC093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422262361404619042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--46p-OSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/rq-8BLSNNs8/s320/ACC093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--4u1pvxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7VUvJ1sHOio/s1600-h/030_30.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422262358232383250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--4u1pvxI/AAAAAAAAAdg/7VUvJ1sHOio/s320/030_30.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--4U4SlrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qcWSRb1HNwg/s1600-h/DSCF3641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422262351264126642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--4U4SlrI/AAAAAAAAAdY/qcWSRb1HNwg/s320/DSCF3641.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--4BWRu8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Z6LzAcyomw0/s1600-h/DSCF3575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422262346021190594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--4BWRu8I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/Z6LzAcyomw0/s320/DSCF3575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sending you all my very BEST SEASONAL GREETINGS for 2010!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because these sincere wishes are self evident, instead of a long text, let me just share with you some beautifull picturs of Lisbon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2nd. January 2010, Lisboa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Photos by Isabel) &lt;/div&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/20992355-6647356943884550382?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/6647356943884550382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=6647356943884550382' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/6647356943884550382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/6647356943884550382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-new-year-2010.html' title='HAPPY NEW YEAR 2010!!!'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sz--5HshTxI/AAAAAAAAAdw/N7rlHwu0gHQ/s72-c/ADD118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-8571829991088483213</id><published>2009-08-30T16:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:20:27.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ted Kennedy'/><title type='text'>RIP Ted Kennedy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SpqYqWYa9mI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7hcqi3aOir8/s1600-h/DSCF5814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375776958550046306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SpqYqWYa9mI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7hcqi3aOir8/s320/DSCF5814.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Ted Kennedy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up an Aquarian in the Sixties made me very early aware of the wide world, even though I was growing up in the westernmost European country in Europe, Portugal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From watching man's landing on the Moon, age seven (which meant a special authorization from Father to stay up all night, due to time difference in Portugal) to all that went on happening in our world, you and your Family became a PRESENCE in my life very early and never left it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see through any of your flaws - would you be a real HUMAN BEING if you did not have them? But GREATER are your undeniable QUALITIES and your SPIRIT OF SERVICE to MANKIND.&lt;br /&gt;Listening to the episode of the refuzeniks I could only feel how GLOBAL a citizen you were. I miss you already. May your Soul go on to ever greater accomplishments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(This text was first left as a comment on &lt;a href="http://www.aquariuspapers.com/"&gt;http://www.aquariuspapers.com/&lt;/a&gt; - the photo is mine and merely means to uplift our thoughts... taken from the sky...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/20992355-8571829991088483213?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/8571829991088483213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=8571829991088483213' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/8571829991088483213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/8571829991088483213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-ted-kennedy.html' title='RIP Ted Kennedy'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SpqYqWYa9mI/AAAAAAAAAbM/7hcqi3aOir8/s72-c/DSCF5814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-7445377392687873192</id><published>2009-05-04T00:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:15:53.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Greetings from the Atlantic!</title><content type='html'>THIS POST IS DEDICATED TO ROBERT WILKINSON OF AQUARIUS PAPERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aquariuspapers.com/"&gt;http://www.aquariuspapers.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND TO ADITYA, WHO ASKED ME TO ALSO SHOW SOME PICTURES OF PORTUGAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w1lE0L2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/_3w91avIpuo/s1600-h/DSCF0916.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752705896755042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w1lE0L2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/_3w91avIpuo/s320/DSCF0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these pictures were taken by me in a fishermen's town called PENICHE, in the western Atlantic area around ninety quilometers north of Lisbon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w1ZJLByI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZkUPxg1Dz0g/s1600-h/DSCF1017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752702693803810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w1ZJLByI/AAAAAAAAAWM/ZkUPxg1Dz0g/s320/DSCF1017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Atlantic is deeply intertwined with our Soul of navigators and adventurers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It also plays the role of Lullaby singer when we feel drained or in need of soothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w1EuikgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8GU_C78NSPI/s1600-h/DSCF1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752697213391362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w1EuikgI/AAAAAAAAAWE/8GU_C78NSPI/s320/DSCF1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its sheer energy is a wonderful incentive to LIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w04SWfUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SWqZb07Cteg/s1600-h/DSCF1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752693873933634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w04SWfUI/AAAAAAAAAV8/SWqZb07Cteg/s320/DSCF1180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there are many inspiring moments to treasure forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w0nCHA7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/IWlcoEYzm04/s1600-h/DSCF0985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331752689242407858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w0nCHA7I/AAAAAAAAAV0/IWlcoEYzm04/s320/DSCF0985.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With best greetings to all, from sunny Portugal and the Peniche Atlantic Ocean!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;03 rd. May 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Photos by Isabel)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/20992355-7445377392687873192?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/7445377392687873192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=7445377392687873192' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/7445377392687873192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/7445377392687873192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2009/05/greetings-from-atlantic.html' title='Greetings from the Atlantic!'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sf4w1lE0L2I/AAAAAAAAAWU/_3w91avIpuo/s72-c/DSCF0916.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-5145819661388339584</id><published>2009-04-19T18:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T18:24:33.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisbon's lovely Balconies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbenL_cuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fSwB5v7QQoU/s1600-h/DSCF3594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451565769224930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbenL_cuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fSwB5v7QQoU/s320/DSCF3594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through Lisbon one can find all sorts of colours and lively sights, from beautiful flowered balconies, to the typical "mercearias" which sell fruit and vegetables and whose shop windows are so refreshing to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbebqXAVI/AAAAAAAAATw/C9Qs7_fjxpo/s1600-h/DSCF3585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451562675372370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbebqXAVI/AAAAAAAAATw/C9Qs7_fjxpo/s320/DSCF3585.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everywhere, some explosion of colour catches your eye... in a source of permanent Joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbeCxI00I/AAAAAAAAATo/xK3fngbxDeE/s1600-h/DSCF3589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451555992916802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbeCxI00I/AAAAAAAAATo/xK3fngbxDeE/s320/DSCF3589.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things may be as common as a restaurant decorating it's windows with simple transparent glass bottles with white flowers inside...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Setbd5-aoxI/AAAAAAAAATg/njaxAoLVHzc/s1600-h/DSCF3587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451553632690962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Setbd5-aoxI/AAAAAAAAATg/njaxAoLVHzc/s320/DSCF3587.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or they can be more complex, as this example of a balcony with two different sorts of flowers falling in a "cascade" of colour, in a silent colourfull duet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbdhqhVUI/AAAAAAAAATY/WLbyy9YQuPM/s1600-h/DSCF3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326451547106792770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbdhqhVUI/AAAAAAAAATY/WLbyy9YQuPM/s320/DSCF3597.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoy it as much as me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisbon, 19th. April 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Photos by Isabel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/20992355-5145819661388339584?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/5145819661388339584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=5145819661388339584' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/5145819661388339584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/5145819661388339584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2009/04/lisbons-lovely-balconies.html' title='Lisbon&apos;s lovely Balconies...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SetbenL_cuI/AAAAAAAAAT4/fSwB5v7QQoU/s72-c/DSCF3594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-457079379819499355</id><published>2009-03-29T17:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T21:04:08.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcoming the Spring with NEW EYES...</title><content type='html'>WALKING THROUGH LISBON IS LIKE MEDITATING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-o_EP3pQI/AAAAAAAAARM/YNDVzdIZsfw/s1600-h/ACC089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318655486373373186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-o_EP3pQI/AAAAAAAAARM/YNDVzdIZsfw/s320/ACC089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisbon is a mysterious town, secretive and beautiful, feminine in its atmosphere… and as such, a bit illusive…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-o-n8Lz5I/AAAAAAAAARE/ixJPV7MEHZ0/s1600-h/AAA026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318655478774615954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-o-n8Lz5I/AAAAAAAAARE/ixJPV7MEHZ0/s320/AAA026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But to go through its streets simply observing and perceiving all the life that is flowing through it at every moment, is a unique experience…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-o-JeH-2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rBA51nbVLZI/s1600-h/AAA019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318655470595472226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-o-JeH-2I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/rBA51nbVLZI/s320/AAA019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Be it along its narrow streets that go up and down it seven hills, or from one of several spots from which one can perceive the breathtaking panorama, or even from its old Castle - from which a magnificent view can be enjoyed - this a City one learns to know and love by opening up our eyes, ears, but mainly our HEARTS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-oelOfcrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-kmXVyh5lVY/s1600-h/AAA001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318654928290280114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-oelOfcrI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/-kmXVyh5lVY/s320/AAA001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That is why I leave these pictures, to share this lightness of being that Lisbon exhales, this happiness in movement and sound… This magnificent place to be born or live in, or simply to visit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-odz4vrcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8TK1Bqrw04U/s1600-h/AAA024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318654915045731778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-odz4vrcI/AAAAAAAAAQs/8TK1Bqrw04U/s320/AAA024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-n67dBqOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oKw5gm_LVPc/s1600-h/DSCF2882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318654315781531874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-n67dBqOI/AAAAAAAAAQk/oKw5gm_LVPc/s320/DSCF2882.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lisbon, 29th. March 2009&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Photos by Isabel)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/20992355-457079379819499355?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/457079379819499355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=457079379819499355' title='37 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/457079379819499355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/457079379819499355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2009/03/welcoming-spring-with-new-eyes.html' title='Welcoming the Spring with NEW EYES...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/Sc-o_EP3pQI/AAAAAAAAARM/YNDVzdIZsfw/s72-c/ACC089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-8809005865287932179</id><published>2009-01-18T16:55:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:53:16.637Z</updated><title type='text'>Poetry in the streets of Lisbon...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiThuWLTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yPynS_5lqeU/s1600-h/132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292682074700262706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiThuWLTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yPynS_5lqeU/s320/132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Lisbon! Where the Light is unique in its nuances, shadows and lace...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiTN6EOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZAJya7SJK5k/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292682069380708850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiTN6EOfI/AAAAAAAAAJo/ZAJya7SJK5k/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sacred City built upon Seven original Hills... The Legend says that it inherits its name from Ulisses, who in his travels would have founded Lisbon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiSqjWy8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/BQc_PDrj1As/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292682059890215874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiSqjWy8I/AAAAAAAAAJg/BQc_PDrj1As/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A city with almost "palpable" JOY...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A certain lightness in the air, an invitation to walk and reflect... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiSIMiIvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fErOBO68Omg/s1600-h/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292682050667684594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiSIMiIvI/AAAAAAAAAJY/fErOBO68Omg/s320/124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In its many winding roads, light, colour, shape and people all combining to bring you to an introspective mood, a longing for the Happiness of simple things and good friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNgXOLLDeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8spUSZ5p7OU/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292679939148680674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNgXOLLDeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/8spUSZ5p7OU/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first announcement of impending night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNgFYfiMfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rvx-A8JUQfU/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292679632680792562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNgFYfiMfI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rvx-A8JUQfU/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would it be possible not to LOVE this City?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(photos by Isabel).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/20992355-8809005865287932179?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/8809005865287932179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=8809005865287932179' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/8809005865287932179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/8809005865287932179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2009/01/poetry-in-streets-of-lisbon.html' title='Poetry in the streets of Lisbon...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXNiThuWLTI/AAAAAAAAAJw/yPynS_5lqeU/s72-c/132.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-5628107455751425937</id><published>2009-01-02T19:54:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:02:15.773Z</updated><title type='text'>Back in the New Year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SV5yvPIpsTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gXMvZp7lm5w/s1600-h/DSCF3157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286789168421777714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SV5yvPIpsTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gXMvZp7lm5w/s320/DSCF3157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been a loooong silence... But Lisbon is still shining, bright in this Christmas Season...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember, as I was a child, how this Season was lived in the homes of all those who shared the Spirit of Christmas... Long ago, in this country it was mostly the "creche" that was traditional... but then, through the years, the Christmas Tree also became a "must" in most homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last few years, Lisbon has started to have a huge Tree in a central place - so, I am showing this year's at the top of Edward VIIth Park...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is a special atmosphere in this city, even when it is not Christmas... On those other times and moods, I will speack next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year to all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-5628107455751425937?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/5628107455751425937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=5628107455751425937' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/5628107455751425937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/5628107455751425937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2009/01/back-in-new-year.html' title='Back in the New Year...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SV5yvPIpsTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/gXMvZp7lm5w/s72-c/DSCF3157.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113736871012259304</id><published>2006-01-15T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:45:10.130Z</updated><title type='text'>From the womb of the night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Cen%3F%3Frio%20irreal%20em%20manh%3F%3F%20de%20neblina.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Cen%3F%3Frio%20irreal%20em%20manh%3F%3F%20de%20neblina.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the womb of the night&lt;br /&gt;cometh the light&lt;br /&gt;with promises of new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;And the memory of stars&lt;br /&gt;sheds a mysterious glow&lt;br /&gt;into small, everyday things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is full of Magic&lt;br /&gt;when the Breath becomes the Power&lt;br /&gt;of the Love that binds us all.&lt;br /&gt;And the Magic is the Beauty,&lt;br /&gt;the simplicity of Nature,&lt;br /&gt;sights and sounds and smells&lt;br /&gt;and Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the Magic becomes stronger&lt;br /&gt;the simpler our life becomes,&lt;br /&gt;for an empty hand can give&lt;br /&gt;so much more than all the riches&lt;br /&gt;if it's filled with Loving Light,&lt;br /&gt;if it travels with new Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through clean waters&lt;br /&gt;and fresh breeze&lt;br /&gt;do we refresh these&lt;br /&gt;our bodies,&lt;br /&gt;Garments of Light and of Sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by pronnouncing the Words&lt;br /&gt;create new Worlds of Becoming&lt;br /&gt;re-creating our World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anticipating the future&lt;br /&gt;we live in the Present Moment&lt;br /&gt;just being whole and transparent,&lt;br /&gt;so that the Magic in Nature&lt;br /&gt;can fill our hearts with the Love&lt;br /&gt;that shows the Wisdom inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that the Magic won't hide&lt;br /&gt;the Glory of LOVE BECOMING&lt;br /&gt;the Splendour&lt;br /&gt;of Loving LIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Isabel of the Magic Mist of a Foggy Morning at the Country side...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113736871012259304?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113736871012259304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113736871012259304' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736871012259304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736871012259304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/from-womb-of-night.html' title='From the womb of the night...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113736750072545116</id><published>2006-01-15T23:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:27:25.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Within us, serenity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Praia%20de%20S%3F%3Fo%20Pedro%20de%20Muel%20com%20luz%20doce.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Praia%20de%20S%3F%3Fo%20Pedro%20de%20Muel%20com%20luz%20doce.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within each one of us there is a silent space which can fully regenerate us. We should have enought time to allow it to manifest. Within each of us there is everything that there is all over the Cosmos. Only when there is serenity can we access a totaly "other" dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we breath deeply, we sit calmly and let all the vivifying ingredients that roam the atmosphere penetrate our whole Being. We will see that it is not only the mind that winds down, but also all our body, all our cells purifying themselves and getting thus to function better and more harmoniously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why not make sure that every day we keep this quality time for ourselves? If we try this daily, at least for 10 to 15 minutes, we will soon discover that our body and our whole Being will function a lot better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José António&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Isabel at São Pedro de Muel beach, Portugal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113736750072545116?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113736750072545116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113736750072545116' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736750072545116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736750072545116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/within-us-serenity.html' title='Within us, serenity...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113736645928518318</id><published>2006-01-15T22:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:07:39.286Z</updated><title type='text'>Be...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Gaivotas%20na%20Nazar%3F%3F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Gaivotas%20na%20Nazar%3F%3F.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be empty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a wind&lt;br /&gt;that passes freely&lt;br /&gt;without grabbing anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be free:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For freedom is the silence&lt;br /&gt;where you can cease to be&lt;br /&gt;so small,&lt;br /&gt;so tired,&lt;br /&gt;so scared of being ONE&lt;br /&gt;with Life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be:&lt;br /&gt;As one awakening&lt;br /&gt;to a fresh new day&lt;br /&gt;just BE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one observing&lt;br /&gt;without previous thought&lt;br /&gt;just SEE;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As one who LOVES&lt;br /&gt;without a selfish centre&lt;br /&gt;just shed the LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;that gives you Life and Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with these Wings&lt;br /&gt;become the Bird&lt;br /&gt;that flies the World&lt;br /&gt;with just one vision,&lt;br /&gt;unified:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A centre of all Space,&lt;br /&gt;a moment of all Time,&lt;br /&gt;a Self without a centre&lt;br /&gt;and, in the Heart of all&lt;br /&gt;a point of FULL AWARENESS,&lt;br /&gt;a HOME without a home.&lt;br /&gt;A Heart that is all places,&lt;br /&gt;all times and every dream,&lt;br /&gt;a Wing made just of Light&lt;br /&gt;that shadows everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just BE...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Isabel of Seaguls flying together at Nazaré beach, Portugal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113736645928518318?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113736645928518318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113736645928518318' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736645928518318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736645928518318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/be.html' title='Be...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113736581475585171</id><published>2006-01-15T22:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:56:54.763Z</updated><title type='text'>A moment of reflection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Bandeiras%20ao%20vento....0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Bandeiras%20ao%20vento....0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, the most important thing we do in a whole day, lies in the pause between two breaths".  Etty Hillesum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all the confusion of a day (work, traffic, not enough time for lunch, problems with the kids, the TV "crap" we more or less have to endure) how refreshing it is to have a break! To make silence. Real, utter silence. To breath in and out fully and slowly, even if just for a few minutes at a time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any place is a good place for this pause. In the bus, cooking dinner, before going to bed, etc.. For as long as we can STOP the external noise and lissen to what there is inside us, in the depth of our BEING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José António&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Isabel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113736581475585171?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113736581475585171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113736581475585171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736581475585171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736581475585171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/moment-of-reflection.html' title='A moment of reflection...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113736494476905925</id><published>2006-01-15T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:42:24.770Z</updated><title type='text'>Life is a Pilgrimage...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/C%3F%3Fus%20de%20Maravilha%201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/C%3F%3Fus%20de%20Maravilha%201.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a Pilgrimage&lt;br /&gt;in between mirrors&lt;br /&gt;(illusions of self&lt;br /&gt;portrayed everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;in a giant, amazing puzzle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking and looking,&lt;br /&gt;touching and tasting,&lt;br /&gt;smelling and listening,&lt;br /&gt;confronted with life and living,&lt;br /&gt;the quest for Happiness&lt;br /&gt;remains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a spider&lt;br /&gt;weaving it's web tirelessly,&lt;br /&gt;fate awaits at every step&lt;br /&gt;with new awakening.&lt;br /&gt;Each challenge a new mirror,&lt;br /&gt;each "self" only a mask&lt;br /&gt;hiding the Real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each tear or smile&lt;br /&gt;just moments of a Game&lt;br /&gt;Divine&lt;br /&gt;where "Self" is all the actors.&lt;br /&gt;And where does that leave "self"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empty shell by the shore,&lt;br /&gt;washed away by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;"self" slips off, into the womb&lt;br /&gt;of Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;Whence it came, it will go...&lt;br /&gt;But who will ever know&lt;br /&gt;who is the "Self" inside me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Isabel of wondrous skies over Lisbon)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113736494476905925?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113736494476905925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113736494476905925' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736494476905925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736494476905925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-is-pilgrimage.html' title='Life is a Pilgrimage...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113736423238814462</id><published>2006-01-15T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T22:30:32.396Z</updated><title type='text'>Reality is more than our eyes can see...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Apocalipse%20no%20Cabo%20da%20Roca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Apocalipse%20no%20Cabo%20da%20Roca.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we understand that REALITY is not merely what our eyes can see, even if using a microscope or a telescope, we will always miss a part of ourselves, our Soul and Spirit, which are as REAL as anything that exists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "matter" of which their are made is so subtle that cannot be seen by physical eyes. Scientists may even call it "black matter", since their scientific tools are unable to "see" what it is... Maybe in future science will come ever closer to metaphysics and discover new aspects of Reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José António&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Isabel - Apocaliptic skies at Cabo da Roca, the Westernmost  cape of Europe!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113736423238814462?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113736423238814462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113736423238814462' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736423238814462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113736423238814462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/reality-is-more-than-our-eyes-can-see.html' title='Reality is more than our eyes can see...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113729165241468799</id><published>2006-01-15T02:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:20:52.416Z</updated><title type='text'>Ray of Light...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Gaivota%20voando%20sobre%20Peniche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Gaivota%20voando%20sobre%20Peniche.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray of light,&lt;br /&gt;A seagul cuts the sky&lt;br /&gt;In it's upward flight...&lt;br /&gt;Its cry is alive and fresh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seagull's eyes&lt;br /&gt;See the world in a different shape:&lt;br /&gt;Light and blue waters&lt;br /&gt;Heights of rock casting a shadow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The seagull flies&lt;br /&gt;Unconcerned by any worries,&lt;br /&gt;Any ties...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom made flesh,&lt;br /&gt;A piece of light across the blue,&lt;br /&gt;The seagul flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo of a seagull flying over the Atlantic seashore in Portugal)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113729165241468799?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113729165241468799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113729165241468799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113729165241468799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113729165241468799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/ray-of-light.html' title='Ray of Light...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113729119575807664</id><published>2006-01-15T02:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T02:13:15.760Z</updated><title type='text'>A moment of full awareness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Jos%3F%3F%20Ant%3F%3Fnio%20fotografa%20por%20do%20sol%20com%20tr%3F%3Fs%20reflexos%20do%20sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Jos%3F%3F%20Ant%3F%3Fnio%20fotografa%20por%20do%20sol%20com%20tr%3F%3Fs%20reflexos%20do%20sol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Krishnamurti says that thought is memory, and that the experience kept by  memory is as dead as a leaf from last Automn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only overcome this state of affairs when we give our FULL ATTENTION to the PRESENT. Without comments. Only the fullest attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, in the moment of silence that suddenly dawns, maybe we can discover something NEW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José António&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by José António of a marvellous sunset at Nazaré...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113729119575807664?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113729119575807664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113729119575807664' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113729119575807664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113729119575807664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/moment-of-full-awareness.html' title='A moment of full awareness...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113729032964055685</id><published>2006-01-15T01:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:58:49.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Things I like...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Postal%20Lareira%20de%20Bara%3F%3Fais%20com%20pinhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Postal%20Lareira%20de%20Bara%3F%3Fais%20com%20pinhas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fresh morning air&lt;br /&gt;the smell of cut grass&lt;br /&gt;the sight of young children&lt;br /&gt;the sound of their laugh...&lt;br /&gt;The smell of the rain&lt;br /&gt;in the moist earth and leaves,&lt;br /&gt;the sight of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;which moves and intrigues...&lt;br /&gt;The eyes of our dog,&lt;br /&gt;the ways of our cats...&lt;br /&gt;The steps of our children&lt;br /&gt;running sweeftly upstairs.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of their play&lt;br /&gt;the smell of their skin...&lt;br /&gt;The laughter, the rows,&lt;br /&gt;all their sweet little things.&lt;br /&gt;The mornings of peace&lt;br /&gt;during week-end oasis,&lt;br /&gt;when the chimming of bells&lt;br /&gt;from the school church awake us.&lt;br /&gt;The look that you give me,&lt;br /&gt;so early in the morning&lt;br /&gt;when the sun is not up yet&lt;br /&gt;and the moon is in hidding..&lt;br /&gt;A thousand little things,&lt;br /&gt;but life is made of these...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I go, I will take&lt;br /&gt;the memories of this:&lt;br /&gt;our common, lovely place,&lt;br /&gt;our shared, loving peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo by Isabel of the Home Fire...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113729032964055685?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113729032964055685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113729032964055685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113729032964055685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113729032964055685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/things-i-like.html' title='Things I like...'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20992355.post-113728647076499422</id><published>2006-01-15T00:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-15T01:47:39.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Time to show up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/1600/Burning%20skies%20over%20the%20city%204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4402/1841/320/Burning%20skies%20over%20the%20city%204.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good way to stay in touch, share thoughts and poems, show pictures and stay together.&lt;br /&gt;Please leave your comments if you feel like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isabel and José António&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Photo of burning skies over Lisbon by Isabel)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20992355-113728647076499422?l=newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/feeds/113728647076499422/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20992355&amp;postID=113728647076499422' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113728647076499422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20992355/posts/default/113728647076499422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://newsletterfromlisbon.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-to-show-up.html' title='Time to show up!'/><author><name>Isabel  José António</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11912735592189587909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YMtz2_0vlYA/SXOKK50PRQI/AAAAAAAAAKE/W15TWD54dT8/S220/C%C3%A9us+de+Sousel+1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
