<?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-8799103025713628971</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:42:41.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mitos &amp; Lendas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-7422856561374634589</id><published>2011-03-30T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:37:19.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Actualizações</title><content type='html'>Olá a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Como já devem ter reparado fizemos novas actualizações no blogue.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à votação que estava a decorrer aqui no blogue determinou que&amp;nbsp;iríamos&amp;nbsp;tratar do tema "Bruxas" mas uma vez que este tema já tinha sido tratado (e pedimos desculpa pelo lapso) tratamos do tema "Unicórnio".&lt;br /&gt;No próximo&amp;nbsp;período&amp;nbsp;iremos tratar o tema que mais pessoas pediram nos questionários.&lt;br /&gt;Esperamos que tenham gostado e qualquer duvida contactem-nos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799103025713628971-7422856561374634589?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/7422856561374634589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/ola-todos-como-ja-devem-ter-reparado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/7422856561374634589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/7422856561374634589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/ola-todos-como-ja-devem-ter-reparado.html' title='Actualizações'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-4888378103232082041</id><published>2011-03-30T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:21:26.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá!&lt;br /&gt;No dia 10 de Março o grupo Mitos e Lendas participou no Dia da Escola Aberta com uma sala temática acerca do grupo.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXfeENeLYFY/TZNljVVgxsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bXwLM6AdgPY/s1600/DSC04666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;Aqui ficam algumas fotos e esperamos que tenham gostado da sala!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxUBmoFX32E/TZNlgAcamCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jEcZ7-aG2PU/s1600/DSC04665.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zxUBmoFX32E/TZNlgAcamCI/AAAAAAAAAB4/jEcZ7-aG2PU/s200/DSC04665.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9aJfXVWhZ4/TZNllmYtcVI/AAAAAAAAACA/nGOcgzLLnC0/s1600/DSC04667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9aJfXVWhZ4/TZNllmYtcVI/AAAAAAAAACA/nGOcgzLLnC0/s200/DSC04667.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXfeENeLYFY/TZNljVVgxsI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bXwLM6AdgPY/s1600/DSC04666.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 3.36pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Era uma vez um Conde que vivia numa terra situada à beira- mar. Certo dia partiu para caçar e acabou por ficar numa serra cuja paisagem o fascinou. Era uma serra calma, com árvores aqui e além, dando ao local um aspecto belo e acolhedor, de vez em quando quebrado pelo chilreio das aves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 3.36pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Andava o Conde a caçar quando foi surpreendido por uma imagem deslumbrante... Uma bela e angélica pastora guardava um rebanho de cabras. O Conde depressa se enamorou pela formosura da pastora e ela correspondia inteiramente ao amor do Conde. Mas o Conde tinha que regressar à sua terra e a pastora estava tão triste, tão triste que disse ao seu amado Conde, que adoraria ser ave para poder voar, para ir visitá-lo... Despediram-se e a bela pastora chorou tanto, tanto que as suas lágrimas formaram uma nascente, que correu até à terra situada à beira-mar onde vivia o seu Conde. É esta lenda do Rio Ave que nasce na Serra da Cabreira e desagua em Vila do Conde.&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/8799103025713628971-5550546359157228005?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/5550546359157228005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/lenda-do-rio-ave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/5550546359157228005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/5550546359157228005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/lenda-do-rio-ave.html' title='Lenda do Rio Ave'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-2858238934434225384</id><published>2011-03-30T10:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:12:58.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unicórnio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 3.36pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;No século IV, Ctésias descreveu «certos burros selvagens» com tendo «corpos brancos, cabeças vermelho-escuras, olhos azuis-escuros e um corno na testa, que mede cerca de 45 cm». Plínio disse que um Unicórnio tinha corpo de cavalo, cabeça de veado, patas de elefante, presas de javali e um corno com 90cm. Contudo, a visão mais comum do unicórnio é a de um belo e gracioso animal da Idade Média, normalmente, retratado como um belo e imponente cavalo branco, com crinas e a cauda entrelaçada com flores silvestres, e com um corno em espiral, no meio da testa. Este corno sempre foi muito procurado, porque mudava de cor quando em contacto com veneno. Um deles, usado como recipiente para bebidas, estava guardado no castelo de Windsor no séc XVI e, já nessa altura, foi avaliado em dez mil libras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 3.36pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Segundo a lenda, o Unicórnio só podia ser capturado por uma virgem, sentada sozinha, debaixo de uma árvore; ao vê-la o unicórnio tornava-se inofensivo e sentava-se aos seus pés. Era nessa altura, infelizmente, que os caçadores o atacavam e, ao morrer, o animal contava uma suave canção comovente. Com exepção do homem, o único inimigo mortal dos Unicórnios era o leão, com quem lutava pelo dominio da selva.&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/8799103025713628971-2858238934434225384?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/2858238934434225384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/unicornio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/2858238934434225384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/2858238934434225384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/unicornio.html' title='Unicórnio'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-2653719000800338943</id><published>2011-03-30T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:12:04.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>São Cipriano</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.8pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.38in; margin-top: 4.8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Cipriano – O Feiticeiro - é celebrado no dia 2 de Outubro. Foi um homem que dedicou boa parte de sua vida ao estudo das ciências ocultas. Após deparar-se com a jovem (Santa) Justina, converteu-se ao catolicismo. Martirizado e canonizado, sua popularidade excedeu a fé cristã devido ao famoso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-style: italic;"&gt;Livro de São Cipriano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, um compilado de rituais de magia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;  &lt;div style="direction: ltr; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.38in; margin-top: 4.8pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A fantástica trajetória do Feiticeiro e Santo da Antioquia, representa o elo entre Deus e o Diabo, entre o puro e o pecaminoso, entre a soberba e a humildade. São Cipriano é mais que um personagem da Igreja Católica ou um livro de magia; é um símbolo da dualidade da fé humana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799103025713628971-2653719000800338943?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/2653719000800338943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/sao-cipriano.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/2653719000800338943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/2653719000800338943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/sao-cipriano.html' title='São Cipriano'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-528298499279503490</id><published>2011-03-30T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:10:42.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Kitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.08pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Havia uma menina que sofria de cancro na boca. Todos os médicos já tinham tirado as esperanças a toda a família, e o único destino seria a morte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.08pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A sua mãe, em busca da cura da sua filha, fez um pacto com o diabo. Esta teria que criar algo em memória desde, criando assim uma boneca e que a mensagem desta passa-se por todo o mundo e que todas as crianças desejassem ter uma igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.08pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Desta forma, nasceu a famosa Hello Kitty. Se repararem a boneca que todos nós conhecemos não tem boca pois serve para relembrar a menina. E o seu nome tem origens satánicas. Passemos a explicar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.08pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Kitty, representa no Japão o nome Diabo. Desta forma ficaria algo como “Olá Diabo”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.08pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas isto não passa de um mito. De facto a boneca mais famosa do mundo foi criada pela Sanrio, uma empresa japonesa muito famosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.08pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: .38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8799103025713628971-528298499279503490?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/528298499279503490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-kitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/528298499279503490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/528298499279503490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-kitty.html' title='Hello Kitty'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-8056267648650757726</id><published>2011-03-30T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T10:05:44.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prometeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.08pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: -.38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Filho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;de titã Jãpeto e de Clímene, segundo o mito grego. Prometeu criou os homens a partir da argila,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;juntamente com o seu irmão Epimeteu, e procura anima-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .38in; margin-top: 4.08pt; mso-line-break-override: none; punctuation-wrap: hanging; text-align: left; text-indent: -.38in; unicode-bidi: embed; word-break: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Roubou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;um dia no Olimpo um pouco de fogo de sal para dar vida aos homens. Zeus enfureceu-se com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Prometeu, porque para lá deste roubo Prometeu ludibriou-se numa questão de sacrifícios&amp;nbsp; que os homens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;passaram a fazer aos Deuses. Zeus vingou-se criando Pandora – a primeira mulher – com as consequencias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;que se conhecem. Como Prometeu se recusasse a submeter-se a Zeus, o Pai dos Deuses mandou encadeá-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;numa montanha do cáucaso, onde uma águia passou a torturá-la devorando-lhe o figado. Conseguiu depois a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;liberdade a troca de divulgar um oráculo sobre a ninfa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Tétis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Calibri; font-size: 17pt;"&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/8799103025713628971-8056267648650757726?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/8056267648650757726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/prometeu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/8056267648650757726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/8056267648650757726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/03/prometeu.html' title='Prometeu'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-8530917828155304652</id><published>2011-01-20T08:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T08:40:23.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Mary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .06in; margin-top: 7.0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A história de Bloody Mary, gira em torno de uma jovem, que tinha problemas de saúde, mais concretamente uma doença incurável. Após uma perda de conciência prolongada e uma baixa significativa nos sinais vitais da jovem, os pais decidiram enterra-la no jardim,pensando, inocentemente, que a frágil rapariga tinha morrido.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, prenderam ao dedo da jovem um cordel que tinha um pequeno sino na outra extremidade e que vinha até a superficie. Isto garantia aos pais que, caso a jovem não tivesse realmente morta, ao movimentar-se dentro do caixão, os pais conseguiriam ter percepção.&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade, a jovem não estava morta e acordou. Os pais encontravam-se adormecidos e não ouviram o sino tocar. &lt;br /&gt;Quando, na manhã seguinte, acordaram viram o sino caido no chão. Rapidamente desenterraram&amp;nbsp; a rapariga, e quando abriram o caixão viram a sua face completamente desfigurada, o caixão arranhado, as mãos feridas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 150%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: .06in; margin-top: 7.0pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Diz-se que, o espirito da jovem nunca conseguir perdoar o forma trágica como morrera, começando a aterrorizar os jovens do todo o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.06in; margin-top: 7pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;Conta a lenda que, esta jovem nunca terá perdoado a forma trágica e violenta como morreu tornando-se assim um espirito vingativo.&lt;br /&gt;Este é um mito que até hoje aterroriza os jovens do mundo inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;O espírito vingativo surge quando um jovem, envolta num cobertor, sussurra, à meia-noite, iluminado por velas. diante do espelho da casa de banho banho, 13 vezes as palavras &amp;nbsp;"Bloody Mary" &lt;/b&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;o&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 24px;"&gt;espírito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;surge&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 27px;"&gt;reflectido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 150%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;no espelho, com a sua face completamente desfigurada. Isto provoca a morte de muitos jovens.&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/8799103025713628971-8530917828155304652?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/8530917828155304652/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/01/historia-de-bloody-mary-gira-em-torno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/8530917828155304652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/8530917828155304652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/01/historia-de-bloody-mary-gira-em-torno.html' title='Bloody Mary'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-8590392065792710104</id><published>2011-01-20T07:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:28:09.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>São Nicolau</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.06in; margin-top: 7pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Santo muito popular, que tem a vida recheada de lendas e ainda hoje se espera que pelo Natal desça à Terra e venha num trenó puxado por renas distribuir presentes às crianças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.06in; margin-top: 7pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ssa lenda conta que o Santo soube que três lindas raparigas, que viviam nos arrabaldes da cidade de Mira, eram tão desesperadamente pobres que estavam já tentadas a entregar-se a uma vida menos honrosa. &lt;br /&gt;S. Nicolau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;ecidiu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;intervir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; discretamente, e numa noite de Inverno foi junto da casa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;delas, sem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;íngu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; ver, e atirou três moedas de outro pela abertura da chaminé. As moedas não caíram na lareira, como o Santo pretendera, mas sim nas meias das raparigas, meias que estavam penduradas à volta do lume a sacar.&amp;nbsp; No dia seguinte, as raparigas encontraram o dinheiro e ficaram extremamente contentes com aquela fortuna, três dotes que lhes permitiram depois casar e continuar a levar uma vida honesta e impecável.&lt;br /&gt;Esta história tornou-se conhecida, e muita gente começou a pendurar as meias junto à lareira, na esperança que o Santo lhes deixasse&amp;nbsp; lá presentes, particularmente na Véspera de Natal, a noite mais santa do ano.&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe quantas vezes S. Nicolau terá satisfeito tais desejos, colocando presentes em meias e sapatos; o que é certo é que se criou uma tradição própria da Quadra Natalícia que se estendeu a muitos países de civilização cristã: a visita nocturna de S. Nicolau, que se desloca num trenó, puxado por renas, vindo das friezas do Norte, da Lapónia, onde reside, e desce pelas chaminés trazendo presentes pata quem puser o sapato na lareira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Corbel; font-size: 5pt;"&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/8799103025713628971-8590392065792710104?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/8590392065792710104/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/01/sao-nicolau.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/8590392065792710104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/8590392065792710104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/01/sao-nicolau.html' title='São Nicolau'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-2637404459577116284</id><published>2011-01-20T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:27:24.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acidente na estrada da Serra de Sintra</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.06in; margin-top: 7pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Este mito passa-se na famosa Serra Sintra conhecida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;pelos seus fenómenos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;sinístros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.06in; margin-top: 7pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;A história começa com&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;uma brincadeira onde os três amigos gravavam um filme amador a partir de uma câmara nova.&amp;nbsp; Depois de muito tempo a andar de carro percebem que estão perdidos na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;serra.Tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; o condutor&amp;nbsp; como a rapariga que segue ao seu lado na viatura, começam a ficar chateados com o facto do seu amigo, que seguia no banco de trás, não parar de gravar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.06in; margin-top: 7pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Depoi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;s de alguns q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;uilometros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; avistam uma rapariga, da berma da estrada. Mesmo contra a vontade da colega, eles dão-lhe boleia&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.06in; margin-top: 7pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A jovem rapariga, vestida de branco e com ar pálido, não fala muito. Limita-se a respostas monossilábicas e que leva ao grupo de amigos a perguntar constantemente se se sente bem, se se passou alguma coisa e chegam mesmo pensar que ela se sente intimidada com a câmara, pelo que pedem para desligar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="direction: ltr; language: pt; line-height: 170%; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0.06in; margin-top: 7pt; text-align: left; text-indent: 0in; unicode-bidi: embed; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Após estes minutos de silêncio a jovem desconhecida aponta para um determinado ponto na estrada. Os amigos ficam intrigados e começam a perguntar-lhe o quê que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Aí a rapariga vocifera “Estão a ver ali? Foi ali que tive um acidente e ... morri”&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento o condutor perde o controlo do carro e despista-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Segundo a informação que nos dão conta no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;video&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;, apenas um deles sobreviveu.&lt;/span&gt;&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/8799103025713628971-2637404459577116284?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/2637404459577116284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/01/acidente-na-estrada-da-serra-de-sintra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/2637404459577116284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/2637404459577116284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2011/01/acidente-na-estrada-da-serra-de-sintra.html' title='Acidente na estrada da Serra de Sintra'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8799103025713628971.post-6226770390261063496</id><published>2010-11-11T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T09:39:06.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem somos nós?</title><content type='html'>Nós somos um grupo de alunas, do 12º ano,&amp;nbsp;da Escola Secundária D. Afonso Sanches, em Vila do Conde. No âmbito da disciplina de área de projecto escolhemos o tema dos Mitos e Lendas.&lt;br /&gt;Com este blogue&amp;nbsp;pretendemos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;dar a conhecer o trabalho por nós desenvolvido. Esperemos que apreciem os mitos e lendas que aqui publicaremos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8799103025713628971-6226770390261063496?l=mitoelenda.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/feeds/6226770390261063496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2010/11/quem-somos-nos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/6226770390261063496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8799103025713628971/posts/default/6226770390261063496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mitoelenda.blogspot.com/2010/11/quem-somos-nos.html' title='Quem somos nós?'/><author><name>Mitos e Lendas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06331605968213047637</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_odK1LqLahWo/TNwc8azF-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6mKugUj34DM/S220/Image12.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
