<?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-1135431616822206966</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:44:33.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outubro de 1755</title><subtitle type='html'>Relação das cousas estranhas e pavorosas que houve nas vésperas da Grande Tragédia e que lhe serviram de prenúncio.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-6756734373186564955</id><published>2008-01-21T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:40:28.157Z</updated><title type='text'>DAS MUDANÇAS NAS UNHAS DAS VELHAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"As unhas das mulheres velhas ficaram escuras e baças, tão duras que só se cortavam com ferramentas de podar (...). Uma criança morreu de doença e dizia-se que a infectaram as unhas de uma velha que dias antes a viram coçando-lhe nas costas. Nessa noite houve quem a tentasse matar por motivos de bruxaria."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R5SSdQKUEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GpV4hRXfJwQ/s1600-h/unha_preta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R5SSdQKUEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GpV4hRXfJwQ/s200/unha_preta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157908504498148146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, vol. II, Lisboa, 1757&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135431616822206966-6756734373186564955?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/6756734373186564955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=6756734373186564955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/6756734373186564955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/6756734373186564955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2008/01/das-mudanas-nas-unhas-das-velhas.html' title='DAS MUDANÇAS NAS UNHAS DAS VELHAS'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R5SSdQKUEzI/AAAAAAAAAGw/GpV4hRXfJwQ/s72-c/unha_preta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-8660863762677775807</id><published>2008-01-06T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:32:43.268Z</updated><title type='text'>DAS FEIÇÕES QUE TOMAVAM OS GATOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;“Num dia, pela manhã, deu-se com muitos gatos mortos, nas casas, nos quintais e nas beiras da estrada e não se via a razão das suas mortes. Os bichos que não morreram disto andavam estranhos e muito quedos, mesmo os mais gentios de feição (…) e tanta indiferença mostravam a tudo que os garotos os agarravam, saltavam à roda deles e lhes batiam com paus sem que deles houvesse reacção nenhuma.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R4FknwKUEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K9A9RCj4m84/s1600-h/gato_mujenco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R4FknwKUEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K9A9RCj4m84/s200/gato_mujenco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152510082794394402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, vol. I, Lisboa, 1757&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135431616822206966-8660863762677775807?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/8660863762677775807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=8660863762677775807' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/8660863762677775807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/8660863762677775807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2008/01/num-dia-pela-manh-deu-se-com-muitos.html' title='DAS FEIÇÕES QUE TOMAVAM OS GATOS'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R4FknwKUEyI/AAAAAAAAAGo/K9A9RCj4m84/s72-c/gato_mujenco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-1345537371431957268</id><published>2007-11-19T23:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T13:58:06.437Z</updated><title type='text'>DOS JOGOS DE NAIPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Contava-se que durante dias seguidos, nos jogos de naipes não saia trunfo que não fora espada, tanto se jogasse pouco como muito. Houve até quem se afastasse do jogo por julgar-se embruxado o baralho (…) Mas volvida uma semana, o trunfo virado ocorria sempre nos ouros, e assim se manteve até ao dia da tragédia."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R0IZ2aV4fII/AAAAAAAAAFM/06pYcGyS5y0/s1600-h/naipes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R0IZ2aV4fII/AAAAAAAAAFM/06pYcGyS5y0/s200/naipes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134694947730521218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;, vol. III, Lisboa, 1758&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135431616822206966-1345537371431957268?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/1345537371431957268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=1345537371431957268' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/1345537371431957268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/1345537371431957268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2007/11/dos-jogos-de-naipe.html' title='DOS JOGOS DE NAIPE'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/R0IZ2aV4fII/AAAAAAAAAFM/06pYcGyS5y0/s72-c/naipes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-8648807293040570719</id><published>2007-11-05T18:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-06-19T00:45:28.606+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DAS BESTAS QUE AS BESTAS PARIAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Dizia-se que vinham pessoas de muitos lados para ver o bicho, potro de poucos dias, que fugia a esconder-se debaixo duma égua assarapantada(...). Trazia numa parte do lombo listas escuras como as de um sardão, tão grandes que se podiam notar ao longe. Havia nesse lugar grande rumor, e eis que um dia um dos curiosos contou a versão da sua crença: que o bicho não era senão filho de um igual, que havia na quinta de um conhecido seu que em tempos o trouxera de África; contou também que o homem tinha por costume trazer o bicho pelas quintas noite fora, para que castiçasse bestas alheias sem dar disso notícia nem esperar consentimento. A todos a história pareceu incrível e desacreditaram-na. Desta guisa se lhes manteve a crença em feios desígnios da superstição (...)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Ry9vUlyDF-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HoLjI3JaFB8/s1600-h/quaga.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Ry9vUlyDF-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HoLjI3JaFB8/s200/quaga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129440900128380898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, vol. I, Lisboa, 1757&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135431616822206966-8648807293040570719?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/8648807293040570719/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=8648807293040570719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/8648807293040570719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/8648807293040570719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2007/11/das-bestas-que-as-bestas-pariam.html' title='DAS BESTAS QUE AS BESTAS PARIAM'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Ry9vUlyDF-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/HoLjI3JaFB8/s72-c/quaga.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-6620331514118207302</id><published>2007-10-29T02:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:15:01.822Z</updated><title type='text'>DOS BICHOS QUE SE JOGAVAM AO RIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Impressionante era para quem os visse descendo as ruas: conta-se que foram milhares, ratos, ratazanas e musaranhos, que corriam botando abaixo tudo o que se lhes deparasse no caminho. Chegados ao Tejo não paravam e mandavam-se em força para as águas geladas da manhã (…) Mas antes de jogar-se, rodaram à volta de um homem, velho embarcadiço que por ali andava, subiram-lhe às pernas e levaram-no para o fundo do rio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/RyVKQVyDF9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nXFB0jjCVzg/s1600-h/rato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/RyVKQVyDF9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nXFB0jjCVzg/s200/rato.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126585395416602578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;, vol. IV, Lisboa, 1758&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135431616822206966-6620331514118207302?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/6620331514118207302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=6620331514118207302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/6620331514118207302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/6620331514118207302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2007/10/dos-bichos-que-se-jogaram-ao-rio.html' title='DOS BICHOS QUE SE JOGAVAM AO RIO'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/RyVKQVyDF9I/AAAAAAAAAEs/nXFB0jjCVzg/s72-c/rato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-6495985646290192392</id><published>2007-10-26T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T15:14:42.130Z</updated><title type='text'>DAS PLANTAS QUE MEDRAVAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Houve coisas em muitas quintas dignas de reparo e nota: que as plantas deitaram flores em Outubro quando seria esperado que o fizessem apenas em Maio e Junho; (...) Houve notícia de figueiras inteiras carregadas de figos, fora de tempo e calor, quando nas quintas já se apanhava castanha. (…) A fruta vinha tão carregada de bicho que não sobrou peça que a comesse o homem e quase nenhuma que a trincasse o gado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/RyHZElyDF8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MKwq5BUaaSU/s1600-h/castanha_figo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/RyHZElyDF8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MKwq5BUaaSU/s200/castanha_figo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125616523809068994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, vol. V, Lisboa, 1758&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135431616822206966-6495985646290192392?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/6495985646290192392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=6495985646290192392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/6495985646290192392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/6495985646290192392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2007/10/das-plantas-que-medravam.html' title='DAS PLANTAS QUE MEDRAVAM'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/RyHZElyDF8I/AAAAAAAAAEk/MKwq5BUaaSU/s72-c/castanha_figo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-1744772890299113541</id><published>2007-10-24T20:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:52:59.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DAS MORTES PELOS BICHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;"(…) E quem passasse naquela rua percebia que algo mui raro sucedera, tanto era o alvoroço das gentes. Dois homens seguravam um cavalo convulso pelos freios e um círculo de pessoas se fechava à volta da seguinte visão aterradora: um pombo, enterrado no rosto de um homem novo que jazia de peito acima, estrebuchava agonizante, ao passo que o homem, já branco de morto, sangrava pela nuca e pela face. (…) Quem visse o jazido nestes termos, sem ouvir o relato dos feitos, não o diria humano por tão grotesca ser a visão."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-yrCGwYoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WwPawp8EmqQ/s1600-h/cavalo_convulso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 159px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-yrCGwYoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WwPawp8EmqQ/s200/cavalo_convulso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125011353340240514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, vol. II, Lisboa, 1757&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135431616822206966-1744772890299113541?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/1744772890299113541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=1744772890299113541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/1744772890299113541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/1744772890299113541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2007/10/das-mortes-pelos-bichos.html' title='DAS MORTES PELOS BICHOS'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-yrCGwYoI/AAAAAAAAAD8/WwPawp8EmqQ/s72-c/cavalo_convulso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-2567329447660277516</id><published>2007-08-08T20:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:21:50.294+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DOS PEIXES QUE SE APANHAVAM NAS REDES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“E nas redes dos barcos chegavam peixes muito raros, de outras naturezas em grandes e pequenos tamanhos mas sempre com muitas cores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;  Todos os olhavam muito intrigados e quando nas redes se misturavam as sardinhas, que estrebuchavam o dobro destes por não estarem na água, ninguém reparava nelas por tão grande ser o contraste.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-3ViGwYrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NWsr4ZcwqhM/s1600-h/peixe_raro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-3ViGwYrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NWsr4ZcwqhM/s200/peixe_raro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125016481531191986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;, vol. V, Lisboa, 1758&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1135431616822206966-2567329447660277516?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/2567329447660277516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=2567329447660277516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/2567329447660277516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/2567329447660277516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2007/08/dos-peixes-que-se-apanhavam-nas-redes.html' title='DOS PEIXES QUE SE APANHAVAM NAS REDES'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-3ViGwYrI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NWsr4ZcwqhM/s72-c/peixe_raro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1135431616822206966.post-4466504983497524832</id><published>2007-08-06T19:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T22:22:32.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DOS RISOS QUE ULULAVAM NA NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;"Um criador de vários animais, em uma quinta na parte oriental de Lisboa, sentiu risos à noite e saiu alumiado por uma lanterna para procurar donde vinham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;  Descobriu, o que o apavorou muito, que os risos provinham de cães seus, (...) muitos eram pardos e riam com as bocas abertas em sorrisos sardónicos, enquanto os cães amarelos dormiam como se nada fosse."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-1pSGwYqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LCCFFjNNdX4/s1600-h/cao_preto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-1pSGwYqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LCCFFjNNdX4/s200/cao_preto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125014621810352802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Relato dos Dizeres Comuns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;, vol. III, Lisboa, 1758&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&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/1135431616822206966-4466504983497524832?l=outubro1755.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/feeds/4466504983497524832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1135431616822206966&amp;postID=4466504983497524832' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/4466504983497524832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1135431616822206966/posts/default/4466504983497524832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outubro1755.blogspot.com/2007/08/dos-risos-que-ululavam-na-noite.html' title='DOS RISOS QUE ULULAVAM NA NOITE'/><author><name>Eanes</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_tT3bo0_3dTM/Rx-1pSGwYqI/AAAAAAAAAEM/LCCFFjNNdX4/s72-c/cao_preto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
