<?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-35976810</id><updated>2012-01-13T22:43:43.640Z</updated><category term='Finados'/><category term='Festa dos Rapazes'/><category term='Vilarandelo'/><category term='carnaval'/><category term='caretos'/><category term='Vila Nova'/><category term='Terceira Idade'/><category term='Vila Real'/><category term='outono'/><category term='Navalho'/><category term='Ousilhão'/><category term='Vila Flor'/><category term='Feira dos Santos'/><category term='entrudo'/><category term='Amendoeiras'/><category term='comboio'/><category term='Carrazedo Montenegro'/><category term='Forte de São Francisco'/><category term='enterro do Judas'/><category term='Podence'/><category term='Torre de Moncorvo'/><category term='Sonim'/><category term='Castanha'/><category term='Chaves'/><category term='Valpaços'/><category term='Vidago'/><category term='Barca de Alva'/><title type='text'>Ferrado de Cabrões I</title><subtitle type='html'>Este blogue é um tributo às minhas raízes transmontanas.
Dans ce blog je veux rendre hommage à mes racines</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-7861846790091503766</id><published>2009-03-03T21:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-04-15T04:12:08.754+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amendoeiras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vila Flor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torre de Moncorvo'/><title type='text'>Na Rota das Amendoeiras em Flor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De Vila Flor a Torre de Moncorvo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPwj3FgGpI/AAAAAAAAPmk/und3vaRSHoQ/s1600-h/DSC04777aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319860083727800978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPwj3FgGpI/AAAAAAAAPmk/und3vaRSHoQ/s400/DSC04777aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos os anos, na aurora da Primavera, entre Fevereiro e Março, Trás-os-Montes e Alto Douro enfeita-se de branco e rosa com as amendoeiras floridas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.turismo.guarda.pt/conhecerastradicoes/lendas/Paginas/LendadasAmendoeirasemFlor.aspx"&gt;Lenda das Amendoeiras em Flor&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clicar no título para conhecer a lenda e reflectir sobre a força do amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPzSryZ7NI/AAAAAAAAPm8/UluwwNTgr5U/s1600-h/DSC04787a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319863087172021458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPzSryZ7NI/AAAAAAAAPm8/UluwwNTgr5U/s400/DSC04787a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para os teus beijos, sensual, flori! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E amendoeira em flor, só ofereço os ramos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Só me exalto e sou linda para ti! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://afacedossentidos.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdP1lc1xvqI/AAAAAAAAPnc/bDzFaYcj06k/s1600-h/DSC04772a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319865608600403618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdP1lc1xvqI/AAAAAAAAPnc/bDzFaYcj06k/s400/DSC04772a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A cultura da amendoeira faz parte da paisagem da Terra Quente transmontana e do Douro Superior. Basta lembrar que mais de 85% da produção nacional de amêndoa é produzida em Trás-os-Montes e Alto Douro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPwisW7tLI/AAAAAAAAPmE/EsEtf8sNgcU/s1600-h/DSC04768a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319860063668253874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPwisW7tLI/AAAAAAAAPmE/EsEtf8sNgcU/s400/DSC04768a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vila Flor, fundada por Dom Dinis, o Rei Lavrador, foi o ponto de partida para este passeio de Inverno, da Rota das Amendoeiras em Flor, até Torre de Moncorvo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPwjFDVGeI/AAAAAAAAPmM/Ms3TomVmGTk/s1600-h/DSC04774a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319860070296918498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPwjFDVGeI/AAAAAAAAPmM/Ms3TomVmGTk/s400/DSC04774a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo da estrada, logo à saída da vila, amendoeiras isoladas e amendoais floridos vão surgindo, a cada curva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdP1k751fZI/AAAAAAAAPnU/EEUpaOkttPY/s1600-h/DSC04782a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319865599759056274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdP1k751fZI/AAAAAAAAPnU/EEUpaOkttPY/s400/DSC04782a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPUOIGwZWI/AAAAAAAAPkU/HdEsByoc1_Q/s1600-h/DSC04820aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319828924013765986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPUOIGwZWI/AAAAAAAAPkU/HdEsByoc1_Q/s400/DSC04820aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPzSnCnfyI/AAAAAAAAPm0/yYmQAp2ai8o/s1600-h/DSC04785a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319863085897842466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPzSnCnfyI/AAAAAAAAPm0/yYmQAp2ai8o/s400/DSC04785a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A descida para o Vale da Vilariça é feita sem pressa, para contemplar a sua beleza e grandiosidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPzS1boYcI/AAAAAAAAPnM/L7dlSGJrlVQ/s1600-h/DSC04794a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319863089760854466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPzS1boYcI/AAAAAAAAPnM/L7dlSGJrlVQ/s400/DSC04794a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem anda pelos caminhos de Trás-os-Montes encontra, com frequência, pastores, sinal de ruralidade e de ligação do homem à terra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdP1lZ8Wr2I/AAAAAAAAPnk/0R2QK7X6bJQ/s1600-h/paastor+qmndoeira.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319865607822684002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdP1lZ8Wr2I/AAAAAAAAPnk/0R2QK7X6bJQ/s400/paastor+qmndoeira.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já quase no vale encontrei este pastor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;de ovelhas. Os pastores são pessoas de poucas falas? É um enigma. Mas gostava de perceber o que se passa na mente de um homem que anda sozinho com o gado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV0mvv81I/AAAAAAAAPk0/Ie2hgijynKk/s1600-h/DSC04824a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319830684585423698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV0mvv81I/AAAAAAAAPk0/Ie2hgijynKk/s400/DSC04824a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPYO5Y0VZI/AAAAAAAAPlk/tKF9u0zLAnc/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319833335289370002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPYO5Y0VZI/AAAAAAAAPlk/tKF9u0zLAnc/s200/a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cheguei à ponte do Rio Sabor e virei à esquerda, para Moncorvo, pela estrada velha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está prevista a construção de uma barragem. Se a comporta ficar a jusante da ponte toda esta zona ficará submersa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPcISX888I/AAAAAAAAPls/2ti64dVlejE/s1600-h/DSC04814a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319837619784053698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPcISX888I/AAAAAAAAPls/2ti64dVlejE/s400/DSC04814a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junto ao rio há poucas amendoeiras mas o vista do vale, deslumbrante, compensa essa falta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPUOYAcIuI/AAAAAAAAPkc/U_6tHvwj-vE/s1600-h/DSC04822aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319828928282239714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPUOYAcIuI/AAAAAAAAPkc/U_6tHvwj-vE/s400/DSC04822aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À medida que se sobe para Moncorvo os amendoais aparecem com mais frequência, dando um colorido branco e rosado à paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV0h2mO5I/AAAAAAAAPks/BFmg6ajE4x8/s1600-h/DSC04823a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319830683271969682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV0h2mO5I/AAAAAAAAPks/BFmg6ajE4x8/s400/DSC04823a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num deles, as pétalas caídas no chão, formavam um manto de brancura, possivelmente semelhante ao que a princesa da lenda deve ter visto e que lhe fez recordar a paisagem nevada da sua terra natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPgQNndNRI/AAAAAAAAPl8/iyMX652c0ow/s1600-h/DSC04819b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319842153992369426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 262px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPgQNndNRI/AAAAAAAAPl8/iyMX652c0ow/s400/DSC04819b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mim, as pétalas brancas no chão fazem-me lembrar, com saudade, de uma viagem que fiz com a “princesinha”, também na época das amendoeiras em flor. Entendíamo-nos tão bem e ela conversava tanto comigo, que, no amendoal rodeado de rochas, até me segredou que as fragas falavam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPW6qYuogI/AAAAAAAAPlM/KS8UCc2NiC0/s1600-h/DSC04838aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319831888153453058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPW6qYuogI/AAAAAAAAPlM/KS8UCc2NiC0/s400/DSC04838aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegada a Torre de Moncorvo. A vila, situada na Região do Douro Superior, é ponto de passagem de uma das mais badaladas Rotas das Amendoeiras em Flor promovidas pelos operadores turísticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdQKcAt2K6I/AAAAAAAAPns/Psbot1Fit88/s1600-h/DSC04845Aaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319888536176307106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdQKcAt2K6I/AAAAAAAAPns/Psbot1Fit88/s400/DSC04845Aaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Moncorvo, sem ter estatuto de cidade e sem ter sido sede de bispado, tem o maior e mais imponente templo religioso de Trás-os-Montes, a Igreja de Nossa Senhora da Assunção. construída no século XVI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV1DnGk6I/AAAAAAAAPk8/N2Zkc-FlMm8/s1600-h/DSC04828aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319830692333786018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV1DnGk6I/AAAAAAAAPk8/N2Zkc-FlMm8/s400/DSC04828aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A cultura da amendoeira é muito importante para a economia local. Torre de Moncorvo é o maior centro produtor nacional de amêndoa e a sua produção representa 22% da produção total de Trás-os-Montes e Alto Douro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV1K09MUI/AAAAAAAAPlE/hh0Bqd-ur-U/s1600-h/DSC04834aB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319830694270939458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV1K09MUI/AAAAAAAAPlE/hh0Bqd-ur-U/s400/DSC04834aB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPV1K09MUI/AAAAAAAAPlE/hh0Bqd-ur-U/s1600-h/DSC04834aB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Percorrida a Rota das Amendoeiras em Flor sabe bem adoçar a boca com as famosas amêndoas torradas de Moncorvo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-7861846790091503766?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/7861846790091503766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=7861846790091503766' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/7861846790091503766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/7861846790091503766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2007/03/na-rota-das-amendoeiras-em-flor.html' title='Na Rota das Amendoeiras em Flor'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SdPwj3FgGpI/AAAAAAAAPmk/und3vaRSHoQ/s72-c/DSC04777aaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-6411142841609383529</id><published>2007-06-14T04:20:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:27:33.480Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Barca de Alva'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comboio'/><title type='text'>Barca de Alva ao Abandono</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Caminho de ferro sem luz ao fundo do túnel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288611946174608658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SWTsi3af9RI/AAAAAAAAN8I/JXSMLToqVCI/s320/DSC09025%5B1%5D.JPG" style="cursor: hand; 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float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Remsg3J89wI/AAAAAAAABB0/sA7KN7IgzGU/s1600-h/DSC04728.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;O funeral ou a queima de um boneco de palha representando Judas Iscariotes é um costume conservado em diversas localidades de Trás-os-Montes e de outras regiões de Portugal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sua origem perde-se nos tempos. Em alguns lugares a Queima do Judas é feita no Sábado de Aleluia ou durante a Quaresma mas em localidades como Vila Nova, próximo de Vila Real, o costume de se representar o cortejo fúnebre, leitura de testamento e queima do Judas na forca, é antecipado, vá lá saber-se porquê, para a noite de Terça-feira de Carnaval, véspera de Cinzas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037495133977507282" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejHInJ89dI/AAAAAAAAA-M/HUbMnFaqpc8/s400/DSC04718.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na festa, pois de uma pantomina se trata, misturam-se práticas pagãs com símbolos do cerimonial fúnebre católico: a cruz, o sacerdote, o caixão, o acompanhamento do defunto em procissão, até ao cemitério.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037495133977507298" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejHInJ89eI/AAAAAAAAA-U/xRxq3JcZEtI/s400/DSC04716.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O enterro, marcado para as 21h30, começou com os gaiteiros a tocar no largo junto à estrada, onde se juntou muito povo, incluindo mulheres, homens, jovens e crianças. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejQ6XJ89sI/AAAAAAAABA8/mtuV_SEkfkU/s1600-h/DSC04714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037505884280649410" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejQ6XJ89sI/AAAAAAAABA8/mtuV_SEkfkU/s400/DSC04714.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saindo do Café Vila Nova, local de encontro do grupo dinamizador, o cortejo fúnebre percorreu ruas estreitas e mal iluminadas da localidade, até chegar à forca, onde o Judas seria queimado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na estrada, os automobilistas, surpreendidos pela marcha fúnebre, abrandavam e sorriam, cúmplices.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037496830489589234" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejIrXJ89fI/AAAAAAAAA-o/N9EJLSuKQ-E/s400/DSC04710.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;À cabeça do funeral, atrás do caixão, alvo de todas as atenções, seguia a viúva carpideira, coadjuvada pelas comadres, representadas por actores e rapazes com jeito para a pantominice. Num meio pequeno e conservador, serem mulheres a representar estes papéis poderia não ser socialmente bem aceite.&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="180" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037496834784556562" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejIrnJ89hI/AAAAAAAAA-4/qCU7FZO0Cx4/s400/DSC04731.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 346px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 395px;" width="192" /&gt;Na escuridão da noite fria, iluminada pela luz dos archotes, membros do «staff» funerário retiram do caixão um boneco tosco, representando a figura de Judas, o traidor.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037496839079523874" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejIr3J89iI/AAAAAAAAA_A/_Im5uq6pu-8/s400/DSC04732.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejQ6HJ89qI/AAAAAAAABAs/0-e2JhmGfrI/s1600-h/DSC04727.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037505879985682082" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejQ6HJ89qI/AAAAAAAABAs/0-e2JhmGfrI/s400/DSC04727.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Num palco montado junto ao cadafalso, a leitura galhofeira da sentença, testamento e vida pecaminosa do Judas, numa crítica chocarreira aos hábitos e costumes da comunidade de vizinhos e moradores de Vila Nova.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037496843374491186" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejIsHJ89jI/AAAAAAAAA_I/8MiI2OV-g-Y/s400/DSC04734.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;A viúva de Judas enquanto chora desconsolada a morte do seu homem, vai deixando a porta aberta à companhia de outro. Ouve-se «Ganda puta, é o que tu és!»&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037498518411736658" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejKNnJ89lI/AAAAAAAAA_s/TIllEbCHJZ0/s400/DSC04738.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;A viúva, divertida e de língua solta, provoca comentários mordazes de homens mais «ordinários». «Pois... tu não gostas dele cremado, só enterrado!»&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037514362546091762" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejYn3J89vI/AAAAAAAABBg/jlb7E2KpBqI/s400/DSC04742b.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;No contexto de regozijo pela queima do Judas traidor, soltam-se fantasias inibidas pelos interditos sociais, assumindo a viúva, com beneplácito dos participantes, a liderança da consciência colectiva.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037510960931993298" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejVh3J89tI/AAAAAAAABBQ/IUrAmTWluEs/s400/DSC04743.JPG" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;Depois do enterro, os gaiteiros do grupo de teatro &lt;a href="http://atrouxamouxa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trouxa Mouxa&lt;/a&gt;, a comissão do funeral, a viúva e os seus amigos e comadres, voltaram para o café de onde havia partido o cortejo fúnebre, para continuarem o convívio pela noite dentro.&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037495129682539970" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RejHIXJ89cI/AAAAAAAAA-E/eB1MyXVrmuE/s400/DSC04717.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;O funeral e queima do Judas cumpriram o seu papel. O apóstolo maldito, imolado num auto-de-fé popular, serviu de bode expiatório, de catarse regeneradora e reforçou a identidade de pertença à comunidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em Vila Nova o funeral de Judas tem os seus fervorosos guardiães. Para o ano, por bem da ordem social, repete-se o esconjuro. E toca a gaita! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Remsg3J89wI/AAAAAAAABB0/sA7KN7IgzGU/s1600-h/DSC04728.jpg"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-966208820225356737?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/966208820225356737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=966208820225356737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/966208820225356737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/966208820225356737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title='Enterro do Entrudo'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Remsg3J89wI/AAAAAAAABB0/sA7KN7IgzGU/s72-c/DSC04728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-2758556757612878758</id><published>2007-02-24T15:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:30:12.627Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrudo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Podence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='caretos'/><title type='text'>ENTRUDO CHOCALHEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://caretosdepodence.no.sapo.pt/entrudo.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Podence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Onde a tradição dos caretos, politicamente correctos, se conserva. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4U8MY8bI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AO7Ii2umMr0/s1600-h/DSC04573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035649265760268722" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4U8MY8bI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AO7Ii2umMr0/s400/DSC04573.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4U8MY8bI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AO7Ii2umMr0/s1600-h/DSC04573.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Facanito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pequenino se torce o pepino!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4VMMY8cI/AAAAAAAAAyk/gbAI2Ikw76Y/s1600-h/DSC04599.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035649270055236034" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4VMMY8cI/AAAAAAAAAyk/gbAI2Ikw76Y/s400/DSC04599.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4VMMY8cI/AAAAAAAAAyk/gbAI2Ikw76Y/s1600-h/DSC04599.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bomboemia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bomboémia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grupo de bombos da universidade do Minho anima o &lt;a href="http://caretosdepodence.no.sapo.pt/"&gt;Entrudo Chocalheiro&lt;/a&gt; de Podence. Com a integração de elementos exteriores, necessários, devido ao crescente sucesso e renome do Entrudo de Podence, o Carnaval dos caretos, com o tempo, vai acabar por perder a sua ruralidade, deixar de ser apenas património de uma comunidade local para se transformar numa imagem cultural de Trás-os-Montes e, quiçá, de Portugal, no estrangeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4VcMY8dI/AAAAAAAAAys/KLbotqvOdJ8/s1600-h/DSC04619.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035649274350203346" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4VcMY8dI/AAAAAAAAAys/KLbotqvOdJ8/s400/DSC04619.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI3qsMY8XI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XU2Oz1pTf8g/s1600-h/DSC04562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035648539910795634" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI3qsMY8XI/AAAAAAAAAx8/XU2Oz1pTf8g/s400/DSC04562.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI3rMMY8YI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ao--r9EB73c/s1600-h/DSC04577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035648548500730242" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI3rMMY8YI/AAAAAAAAAyE/ao--r9EB73c/s400/DSC04577.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao Serenissima&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste trio apreciei a serenidade e a elegância, sobretudo da mascarada de cabeleira ruiva. Contemplando os seus gestos e vestes senti-me transportado para o Carnaval aristocrático de Veneza. Sem chocalhos de caretos e algazarra de madames matrafonas, o trio, mudo, sem destoar, fez-se notar, tendo passado com distinção no Entrudo Chocalheiro! Por isso, que volte pró ano, prá coabitação chocalheira da fidalguia com paisanada. É Carnaval, ninguém leva a mal! &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI6scMY8eI/AAAAAAAAAy0/yE216neH8KA/s1600-h/DSC04580b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035651868510450146" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI6scMY8eI/AAAAAAAAAy0/yE216neH8KA/s400/DSC04580b.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI8GMMY8fI/AAAAAAAAAy8/o4yGZgcdP5g/s1600-h/DSC04580c.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI3rMMY8ZI/AAAAAAAAAyM/AVWrOmWskGw/s1600-h/DSC04569.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035648548500730258" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI3rMMY8ZI/AAAAAAAAAyM/AVWrOmWskGw/s400/DSC04569.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Gaiteiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Festa sem gaiteiro não é festa!&lt;br /&gt;O grupo &lt;a href="http://atrouxamouxa.blogspot.com/"&gt;Trouxa Mouxa&lt;/a&gt;, de Vila Real, levou a animação a Podence&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI23MMY8WI/AAAAAAAAAx0/eEt3DBN_szg/s1600-h/DSC04565.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035647655147532642" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI23MMY8WI/AAAAAAAAAx0/eEt3DBN_szg/s400/DSC04565.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI3rcMY8aI/AAAAAAAAAyU/OWGog8DGqBI/s1600-h/DSC04595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035648552795697570" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI3rcMY8aI/AAAAAAAAAyU/OWGog8DGqBI/s400/DSC04595.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI22cMY8TI/AAAAAAAAAxc/knPUbCl8U_g/s1600-h/DSC04646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035647642262630706" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI22cMY8TI/AAAAAAAAAxc/knPUbCl8U_g/s400/DSC04646.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre a chocalhar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rua abaixo, rua acima, lá andam os caretos, desatinados. As raparigas&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReDSGF31pQI/AAAAAAAAArY/75Qmru9-iF8/s1600-h/DSC04558a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que se cuidem ou que se preparem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todavia, à falta de homens, também cá andam caretos de sexo feminino a chocalhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI22sMY8UI/AAAAAAAAAxk/1jLLQB66sSo/s1600-h/DSC04667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035647646557598018" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI22sMY8UI/AAAAAAAAAxk/1jLLQB66sSo/s400/DSC04667.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI228MY8VI/AAAAAAAAAxs/uCeetFNwRcs/s1600-h/DSC04560a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035647650852565330" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI228MY8VI/AAAAAAAAAxs/uCeetFNwRcs/s400/DSC04560a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Os sete magníficos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A tradição já não é o que era! A nova geração de caretos introduziu elementos de economia de mercado no Entrudo Chocalheiro. Para angariar fundos, sete dos caretos são turistas vencedores de um leilão na Internet. &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI2AMMY8PI/AAAAAAAAAw8/K4A8HmwrGFE/s1600-h/DSC04626.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035646710254727410" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI2AMMY8PI/AAAAAAAAAw8/K4A8HmwrGFE/s400/DSC04626.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI2AcMY8QI/AAAAAAAAAxE/x9n1sHxXyWk/s1600-h/DSC04558a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035646714549694722" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI2AcMY8QI/AAAAAAAAAxE/x9n1sHxXyWk/s400/DSC04558a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600;"&gt;O burlesco à solta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Com as tradicionais rendas a cobrir o rosto. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI2AsMY8RI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BiYjs007p2M/s1600-h/DSC04559a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035646718844662034" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI2AsMY8RI/AAAAAAAAAxM/BiYjs007p2M/s400/DSC04559a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Desfile de marafonas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O Entrudo, como interregno e válvula de escape de interditos sociais na comunidade rural. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI2AsMY8SI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tKAwgPWphb0/s1600-h/DSC04611a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035646718844662050" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI2AsMY8SI/AAAAAAAAAxU/tKAwgPWphb0/s400/DSC04611a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI0W8MY8JI/AAAAAAAAAwM/vTWy8MZwEnk/s1600-h/DSC04658.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="225" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035644902073495698" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI0W8MY8JI/AAAAAAAAAwM/vTWy8MZwEnk/s400/DSC04658.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 278px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 401px;" width="339" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Homem da lenha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Marafona faz cair o homem que foi buscar a lenha para queimar o entrudo &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI1WcMY8MI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fmycIZBa5k8/s1600-h/DSC04653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035645992995188930" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI1WcMY8MI/AAAAAAAAAwk/fmycIZBa5k8/s400/DSC04653.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Tendeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O entrudo de Podence está a transformar-se num espectáculo. A montagem de barracas de artesanato e de fumeiro destinam-se a satisfazer a avidez de consumo do turista urbano e intelectual que procura a aldeia. A transformação em evento de massas poderá ser a fase seguinte.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI1WMMY8LI/AAAAAAAAAwc/GtobsLfO0ds/s1600-h/DSC04610.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035645988700221618" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI1WMMY8LI/AAAAAAAAAwc/GtobsLfO0ds/s400/DSC04610.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;A magia dos símbolos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manifestação paralela ao Entrudo Chocalheiro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI1WsMY8NI/AAAAAAAAAws/3Quqxsri58o/s1600-h/DSC04669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035645997290156242" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI1WsMY8NI/AAAAAAAAAws/3Quqxsri58o/s400/DSC04669.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Casa do careto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É a instituição que pretende preservar uma manifestação cultural que noutras aldeias se perdeu com a hemorragia emigratória da última metade do século XX.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI1W8MY8OI/AAAAAAAAAw0/23LnhJBfN4I/s1600-h/DSC04605.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="259" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035646001585123554" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI1W8MY8OI/AAAAAAAAAw0/23LnhJBfN4I/s400/DSC04605.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 206px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 295px;" width="329" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Casa grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com capela particular, em ruínas, pertencente a antigos senhores de Podence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI0XMMY8KI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XG55XHMi4mc/s1600-h/DSC04706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="248" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035644906368463010" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI0XMMY8KI/AAAAAAAAAwU/XG55XHMi4mc/s400/DSC04706.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 195px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 297px;" width="353" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Casa de «avecs»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Marca a diferença no património edificado. Emigrantes, novos senhores de Podence! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI0W8MY8II/AAAAAAAAAwE/cLeCLNAec8w/s1600-h/DSC04690.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035644902073495682" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI0W8MY8II/AAAAAAAAAwE/cLeCLNAec8w/s400/DSC04690.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;Queima do careto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Carnaval, festa da carne, da folia, do interdito, chega ao fim. Termina com a queima do entrudo. Há que exorcisar o diabo que está em cada um de nós! Purificado pelo fogo, o homem fica redimido do pecado! Chegada a Quaresma, é tempo de abstinência. &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI0WsMY8HI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ONkggZnNNp0/s1600-h/DSC04700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035644897778528370" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI0WsMY8HI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ONkggZnNNp0/s400/DSC04700.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-2758556757612878758?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/2758556757612878758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=2758556757612878758' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/2758556757612878758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/2758556757612878758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2007/02/entrudo-chocalheiro.html' title='ENTRUDO CHOCALHEIRO'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/ReI4U8MY8bI/AAAAAAAAAyc/AO7Ii2umMr0/s72-c/DSC04573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-1797032275313216957</id><published>2007-02-22T22:21:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-11-18T20:41:38.958Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='entrudo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vilarandelo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carnaval'/><title type='text'>Entrudo com sabor tropical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;VILARANDELO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc66cc; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Feast of the Boys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ousilhão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Vinhais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;26 de Dezembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: silver; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Festa de Santo Estevão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc66cc; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Feast of Saint Stephen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw3ICQlbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/kd2dvqC2Xwg/s1600-h/DSC02313.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020448295796173906" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw3ICQlbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/kd2dvqC2Xwg/s400/DSC02313.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Em Ousilhão, o Dia de Santo Estevão, primeiro mártir do cristianismo, é passado na galhofa pelos carêtos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw3HiQlbEI/AAAAAAAAABA/Fag0u_KxTng/s1600-h/DSC02286a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020448287206239298" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw3HiQlbEI/AAAAAAAAABA/Fag0u_KxTng/s400/DSC02286a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Há, todavia, uma componente religiosa da festa em que os carêtos não participam quando, a meio da tarde, o padre celebra a missa em honra do santo. É uma missa em que ao rei e vassais da festa é dada a honraria de ficarem no altar-mor e os cânticos religiosos são substituídos pela música dos gaiteiros. O pão, símbolo de alimento sagrado, é benzido num cesto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw_0yQlbJI/AAAAAAAAABo/E4lqkHEnGMU/s1600-h/DSC02310.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020457860688342162" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw_0yQlbJI/AAAAAAAAABo/E4lqkHEnGMU/s400/DSC02310.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No final da missa o andor sai e dá a volta à igreja. Povo e visitantes vão atrás, em procissão. Tocam os gaiteiros e retumbam foguetes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/593343/DSC02368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/91128/DSC02368.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois da missa o padre, o rei e os dois vassais sentam-se numa mesa, posta no meio da rua, em frente à igreja. Enquanto isso, quatro moços, reconhecidos pelo chapéu e pelo xaile ao pescoço, distribuem pão e vinho, gratuitamente, por todos, vizinhos e forasteiros não pertencentes à colectividade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw_0yQlbKI/AAAAAAAAABw/AmPVD_eZX8A/s1600-h/DSC02384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020457860688342178" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw_0yQlbKI/AAAAAAAAABw/AmPVD_eZX8A/s400/DSC02384.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durante a refeição são escolhidos os mordomos da festa do ano seguinte: um novo rei e dois vassais. Em Ousilhão não há laranjais mas a fruta é utilizada no ceptro real para simbolizar prosperidade e o poder de quem exerce a autoridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw16yQlbDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KHjqfuiF-60/s1600-h/DSC02372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020446968651279410" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw16yQlbDI/AAAAAAAAAA4/KHjqfuiF-60/s400/DSC02372.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Leilão do santo. Os vizinhos, em vez de darem dinheiro para ajudar as despesas da festa, oferecem bens hortícolas para serem leiloados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw3ICQlbGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HwzHCII3tEs/s1600-h/DSC02356a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020448295796173922" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw3ICQlbGI/AAAAAAAAABQ/HwzHCII3tEs/s400/DSC02356a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Carêtos à espera que termine a missa para recomeçarem as suas correrias endiabradas, atrás das raparigas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/344505/DSC02387a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/794537/DSC02387a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As máscaras dos carêtos de Ousilhão são de madeira, feitas por artesãos da aldeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RaxFkyQlbMI/AAAAAAAAACk/cH4s1UedGIE/s1600-h/DSC02340c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020464182880201922" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RaxFkyQlbMI/AAAAAAAAACk/cH4s1UedGIE/s400/DSC02340c.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A origem da Festa dos Rapazes perde-se no tempo. Nela entrecruzam-se festas pagãs do solstício de Inverno, em louvor do Sol, e festas católicas, introduzidas com intuito por fim a ritos pré-cristãos, neste caso concreto, ao rito de procriação, de passagem dos rapazes à idade adulta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/988920/DSC02424a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/544311/DSC02424a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Novo rei e vassais levados pelos carêtos a outro bairro da aldeia. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/6920/DSC02462.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/754066/DSC02462.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gaiteiros vão a tocar e o povo acompanha o cortejo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw_0iQlbII/AAAAAAAAABg/61EEOSjsjCI/s1600-h/DSC02350a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020457856393374850" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw_0iQlbII/AAAAAAAAABg/61EEOSjsjCI/s400/DSC02350a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Até um passado recente os rapazes, escondidos nas máscaras, podiam correr atrás das raparigas e chocalhá-las, simulando um acto sexual. Hoje, como as relações entre os dois sexos são mais liberais e não há necessidade deste tipo de válvula de escape, as raparigas já se mascaram também.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/954483/DSC02452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/214138/DSC02452.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No fim acaba tudo num bailairico ao som da gaita-de-foles. Os costumes, embora preservando a tradição, incorporam elementos novos, adaptando-se às novas realidades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RaxAYiQlbLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QbDkQRW7yqY/s1600-h/DSC02467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020458474868665522" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/RaxAYiQlbLI/AAAAAAAAAB4/QbDkQRW7yqY/s400/DSC02467.JPG" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fotos desta postagem incluidas em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lendasetradicoes.blogs.sapo.pt/2435.html"&gt;http://lendasetradicoes.blogs.sapo.pt/2435.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-116667931638670216?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/' title='Festa dos Rapazes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116667931638670216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116667931638670216' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116667931638670216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116667931638670216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/12/festa-dos-rapazes.html' title='Festa dos Rapazes'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VDgNNClczlU/Raw3ICQlbFI/AAAAAAAAABI/kd2dvqC2Xwg/s72-c/DSC02313.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-116593906846924968</id><published>2006-12-12T15:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:30:50.795Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valpaços'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonim'/><title type='text'>Sonim, Terra de Encanto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/312089/DSC00627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/648437/DSC00627.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E porque não?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Convites como este, na estrada de &lt;strong&gt;Valpaços a Montenegro&lt;/strong&gt;, são de aceitar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/723556/DSC00652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/330373/DSC00652.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/504842/DSC00665.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/586361/DSC00665.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/871446/DSC00644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/369980/DSC00644.jpg" style="cursor: hand; 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margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/201054/DSC00725a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/81664/DSC00725a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://valpacos.no.sapo.pt/sonim_cruz.gif&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://valpacos.no.sapo.pt/sonim.html&amp;amp;amp;amp;h=156&amp;amp;w=76&amp;amp;sz=7&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;start=5&amp;amp;tbnid=-vIH3cjtr-WZBM:&amp;amp;amp;amp;tbnh=97&amp;amp;tbnw=47&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsonim%2Bsite::pt%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Dpt-PT%26lr%3D%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Obrigado, Sonim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terra de encanto&lt;br /&gt;Gente amável&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/437383/DSC00720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/261618/DSC00720.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/841878/DSC00632e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/258373/DSC00632e.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-116593906846924968?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116593906846924968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116593906846924968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116593906846924968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116593906846924968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/12/sonim-terra-de-encanto.html' title='Sonim, Terra de Encanto'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-116593448583320554</id><published>2006-12-12T13:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T02:19:35.971Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vidago'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outono'/><title type='text'>Verão de São Martinho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;L' Été Indien à Vidago!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pesTfQsULec/Trh92r93kkI/AAAAAAAAZtI/ilEBul-ETK4/s1600/DSC01869.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pesTfQsULec/Trh92r93kkI/AAAAAAAAZtI/ilEBul-ETK4/s400/DSC01869.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wucOMfkz-mE/TriNtXBxeCI/AAAAAAAAZuI/0z3Vkqi4tcM/s1600/DSC01855a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wucOMfkz-mE/TriNtXBxeCI/AAAAAAAAZuI/0z3Vkqi4tcM/s400/DSC01855a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7btPtmvSak/Trh-Tr-IDsI/AAAAAAAAZtY/oGG954LklFE/s1600/DSC01877a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-i7btPtmvSak/Trh-Tr-IDsI/AAAAAAAAZtY/oGG954LklFE/s400/DSC01877a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/169536/DSC00331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/162218/DSC00331.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Expréssion d'origine américaine et canadienne. L'été indien est une période de temps ensoleillé et radouci, apré les premiers froids de l'automne et juste avant l'hiver. Elle se produit à la fin d'octobre ou au debout de novembre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaY9dE_iWyU/Trh9-GMc19I/AAAAAAAAZtQ/Cp-a6nCITRc/s1600/DSC01888a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aaY9dE_iWyU/Trh9-GMc19I/AAAAAAAAZtQ/Cp-a6nCITRc/s400/DSC01888a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVmbKvr8H3o/TriNn6zZc_I/AAAAAAAAZuA/KQVQgOBcd7o/s1600/DSC01344a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qVmbKvr8H3o/TriNn6zZc_I/AAAAAAAAZuA/KQVQgOBcd7o/s400/DSC01344a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eSx3QCaGcA/Trh-gAifGOI/AAAAAAAAZto/nKnMyEOmoF0/s1600/DSC01902a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2eSx3QCaGcA/Trh-gAifGOI/AAAAAAAAZto/nKnMyEOmoF0/s400/DSC01902a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2cC8YSG7FQ/TriOCro2HcI/AAAAAAAAZuY/01zD_mWsK34/s1600/DSC01907a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-x2cC8YSG7FQ/TriOCro2HcI/AAAAAAAAZuY/01zD_mWsK34/s400/DSC01907a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vylti2Ac_YA/TriOKNS1xmI/AAAAAAAAZug/VBBBNM2GhBw/s1600/DSC01909a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vylti2Ac_YA/TriOKNS1xmI/AAAAAAAAZug/VBBBNM2GhBw/s400/DSC01909a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCoTuj8NJdM/TriOQZA57hI/AAAAAAAAZuo/arpwAWHMzoY/s1600/DSC01913a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCoTuj8NJdM/TriOQZA57hI/AAAAAAAAZuo/arpwAWHMzoY/s400/DSC01913a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QF3-BhOYmdQ/TriOk38d1SI/AAAAAAAAZvE/L6yU4ilvy_s/s1600/DSC01922a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QF3-BhOYmdQ/TriOk38d1SI/AAAAAAAAZvE/L6yU4ilvy_s/s400/DSC01922a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/898650/DSC00383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/467573/DSC00383.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/135483/DSC00411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/782825/DSC00411.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C'était l'automne, un automne où il faisait beauUne saison qui n'existe que dans le Nord de l'AmériqueLà-bas on l'appelle l'été indien. Mais c'était tout simplement le nôtre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GITykt4ag-U/TriOWC0WSuI/AAAAAAAAZuw/JAg3oiV5k-8/s1600/DSC01917a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="288" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GITykt4ag-U/TriOWC0WSuI/AAAAAAAAZuw/JAg3oiV5k-8/s400/DSC01917a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/549750/DSC00335.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/573603/DSC00335.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MCnGaua9Btk/TriQ2DagJRI/AAAAAAAAZvM/2NbS7c6NsyM/s1600/DSC00340%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MCnGaua9Btk/TriQ2DagJRI/AAAAAAAAZvM/2NbS7c6NsyM/s400/DSC00340%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/779281/DSC00327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/363307/DSC00327.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbgZxLBghOk/TriNgPeEu5I/AAAAAAAAZt4/Z_4aRiOZf5w/s1600/DSC01331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qbgZxLBghOk/TriNgPeEu5I/AAAAAAAAZt4/Z_4aRiOZf5w/s400/DSC01331.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-116593448583320554?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116593448583320554/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116593448583320554' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116593448583320554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116593448583320554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/12/l-t-indien-vidago.html' title='Verão de São Martinho'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pesTfQsULec/Trh92r93kkI/AAAAAAAAZtI/ilEBul-ETK4/s72-c/DSC01869.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-116406033352268986</id><published>2006-11-20T20:51:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:34:39.342Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carrazedo Montenegro'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castanha'/><title type='text'>Onde a Castanha é Raínha</title><content type='html'>O fruto dos frutos, o único que ao mesmo tempo alimenta e simboliza, cai dumas árvores altas, imensas, centenárias, que, puras como vestais, parecem encarnar a virgindade da própria paisagem. Só em Novembro os agita uma inquietação funda, dolorosa, que os faz lançar ao chão lágrimas que são ouriços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Miguel Torga, Um Reino Maravilhoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Souto de Argemil, Carrazedo de &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00739.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00739.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montenegro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Ouriços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, a cama fofa das castanhas&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo-as, essas lágrimas eriçadas de espinhos deixam ver numa cama fofa a maravilha singular de que falo, tão desafectada que até no próprio nome é doce e modesta – a castanha&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Torga, Um Reino Maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00211.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00211.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Travancas, Chaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Digitalizar0008%20-%20D.Ofelia%20assar%20castanhas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0008%20-%20D.Ofelia%20assar%20castanhas.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A castanha já percorreu os duros caminhos da vida. Houve tempo que a castanha substituiu o pão e as batatas. Depois, com a fartura, foi dada aos porcos. Hoje a castanha está na moda e, por isso, é comida de todos os modos e feitios. Cruas, assadas, cozidas, fritas, na sopa, nas sobremesas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC01111.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC01111.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na estrada de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Carrazedo de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montenegro a Murça&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00782.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00782.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Soutos livres&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;No Dia de Todos os Santos os soutos são livres. Apesar de terem dono toda a gente pode apanhar castanhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Roriz, Chaves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00205.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00205.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00777a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00777a.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Carrazedo de Montenegro&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/strong&gt; Valpaços&lt;br /&gt;Zona de maior produção de castanha e onde fica o maior souto da Europa&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00737a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Trás-os-Montes no Top da castanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Em Portugal, o negócio das castanhas está imparável e floresce anualmente. No nosso país existem 27 mil hectares de castanheiros e só em Trás-os-Montes são 20 mil os hectares de soutos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Digitalizar0010%20castanheiros%20em%20flor.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0010%20castanheiros%20em%20flor.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Castanheiros em flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Rei da castanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Sr. Manuel Maia Xavier, proprietário de vários soutos em Carrazedo de Montenegro, no dia em que o conheci tinha vendido 300 sacas de castanha. Transmontano afável, ao estrangeiro que lhe entrou pelo souto dentro, com ar embevecido, falou das variedades de castanha judia e longal e da sua arte de enxertar castanheiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/792344/DSC00769.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/259470/DSC00769.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/792344/DSC00769.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-116406033352268986?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116406033352268986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116406033352268986' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116406033352268986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116406033352268986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/11/onde-castanha-ranha.html' title='Onde a Castanha é Raínha'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-116373958981983814</id><published>2006-11-17T04:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:32:46.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finados'/><title type='text'>Culto dos Mortos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu és pó, e ao pó retornarás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc; font-size: 85%;"&gt;Génesis, capítulo 3, versículo 19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00989.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00989.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Travancas, Chaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visita ao cemitério no dia 2 de Novembro, dia dos fiéis defuntos. Pelo caminho reza-se o terço; no interior ora-se pela alma dos que já partiram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00986.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00986.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 180%;"&gt;No cemitério, a história da aldeia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cemitério, montra da riqueza da terra e das hierarquias sociais.&lt;br /&gt;Ricos e pobres unidos na morte, desiguais na forma de permanecerem enterrados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Curral de Vacas, Chaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00814.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00814.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Preparativos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visita ao cemitério por familiares dos defuntos é precedida da limpeza das campas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sonim, Valpaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00715b.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00715b.5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Culto dos Mortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Os antepassados pagãos, enquanto faziam companhia aos seus entes falecidos, comiam castanhas, partilhando com eles a refeição. O Cristão, sinal dos tempos da globalização, enfeita as campas com flores de plástico e velas &lt;em&gt;made in China. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Curral de Vacas, Chaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00817a.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00817a.3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Moda e valores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No passado, as campas dos defuntos mais abastados eram em ferro e granito. O modernismo popularizou as campas de mármore, sem tradição na construção em Trás-os-Montes. Hoje o granito está de volta, mas polido. De volta está também o cravo vermelho, flor popular cada vez mais despojada da conotação política associada à Revolução dos Cravos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;A relíquia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Terra santa trazida para o cemitério pela senhora Dina Pires, emigrante em França que, para que a memória dos homens não se esqueça do seu feito, mandou assentar uma placa evocativa à entrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sonim, Valpaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00712d.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Em defesa da pátria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morto aos 21 anos na Guiné. A coveira diz que foi “morto pelos terroristas; morreu outro mas não encontraram o corpo”. Além do Paulo, mais de oito mil militares portugueses morreram durante a nossa Guerra Colonial, de 1961 a 1974.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sonim, Valpaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00716b.3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À notre cousin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Vida e morte de emigrante. Sai da terra, a salto, para ganhar a vida; regressa sem vida à terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Sonim, Valpaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00717d.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00717d.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O negócio das flores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00255.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00255.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Chaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sociedade de consumo, o apelo ao culto dos mortos faz disparar a compra de velas e flores. Os preços sobem igalmente em flecha nesta época do ano. Negócio próspero para floristas e floricultores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00251.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-116373958981983814?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116373958981983814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116373958981983814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116373958981983814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116373958981983814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/11/culto-dos-mortos.html' title='Culto dos Mortos'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-116373271483577392</id><published>2006-11-17T02:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:32:16.977Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feira dos Santos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chaves'/><title type='text'>Feira dos Santos</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #006600; font-size: 180%;"&gt;CHAVES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1º de Novembro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/18009/DSC00822.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ponte Romana, familías e namorados a ir e vir da feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Dia de Todos os Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/753732/DSC00839.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Vendedor de guarda-chuvas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O Sol de São Martinho, chegado com antecedência, não ajudou o negócio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/261645/DSC00838.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vendedora de meias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São várias, vindas do Douro e do Minho. Três pares, cinco euros! Meias de lã pura é que já não se encontram à venda na Feira dos Santos. Enquanto a Tia Marquinhas viveu sempre calcei meias de lã feitas por ela ao calor da lareira. À maneira dela era minha amiga. Que saudades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/388763/DSC00841a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/313252/DSC00841a.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Barracas de feirantes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fumeiro tradicional, doçaria, vestuário, artesanato, bordados, antiguidades, ferramentas, farturas, etc., de tudo se encontra ao longo das ruas por onde se instala a feira.&lt;br /&gt;Tradicionalmente era a ocasião aproveitada pelos camponeses para irem à cidade fazer compras e vender bens. Hoje não é bem assim. A facilidade de deslocação e as grandes superfícies alteraram hábitos de consumo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/589918/DSC00848.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/432911/DSC00848.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Barro preto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Os tradicionais púcaros de Vilar de Nantes e de Bisalhães, perdem-se no mar de novidades electrónicas de Hong Kong vendidas pelos chineses, nas estátuas de girafas e elefantes da Mauritania e do Senegal, nas pedras semi-preciosas brasileiras e nos bonecos de pano peruanos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/277050/DSC00852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/255462/DSC00852.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Quentes e boas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castanhas assadas, dois euros o quarteirão. Mesmo assim, não há falta de clientes para os diversos vendedores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/1600/14641/DSC00856.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/635288/DSC00856.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00846.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00846.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Artesanato africano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Se o número de barracas não pára de aumentar nos últimos anos é porque existe mercado para este tipo arte decorativa em terras transmontanas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/1283/4013/400/714323/DSC00828.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Música dos Andes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Os índios, circulando entre a Galiza e Portugal, todos os anos marcam presença em Chaves, vendendo os sons da flauta que toca o melodioso &lt;em&gt;El Condor Pasa&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Digitalizar0080.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0080.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aculturação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A presença de mão-de-obra estrangeira – ucranianos, africanos, brasileiros e chineses - numa terra despovoada pela emigração, é reveladora de uma realidade cultural transmontana menos homogénea.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, a Madeleine, do Senegal, leva uma tarde inteira a fazer as trancinhas à louríssima Carla de Montalegre. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;E se a moda pega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-116373271483577392?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/' title='Feira dos Santos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116373271483577392/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116373271483577392' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116373271483577392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116373271483577392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/11/feira-dos-santos.html' title='Feira dos Santos'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-116162707606671632</id><published>2006-10-23T19:01:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T22:05:10.919Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outono'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Castanha'/><title type='text'>As Cores do Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a 1283="" 4013="" ?="" blogger="" digitalizar0052.jpg?="" href="http://www.blogger.com/%201024=" photos1.blogger.com="" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="265" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0052.jpg" style="clear: all; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chão de souto&lt;br /&gt;Carrazedo de Montenegro &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00782.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00782.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apanha de castanhas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GV07U8px9c/TriV4--UiMI/AAAAAAAAZvk/Z5EqpiOkTo0/s1600/DSC00233%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GV07U8px9c/TriV4--UiMI/AAAAAAAAZvk/Z5EqpiOkTo0/s400/DSC00233%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinha, Curral&amp;nbsp; de Vacas - Chaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00243a.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00243a.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Verdes, deixam ásperos o céu da boca e a língua. Maduros, com iogurte natural, fazem as delícias dos gourmands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TB60O0AZZyU/TriVXMkLZeI/AAAAAAAAZvc/hFuePaPkVGY/s1600/Digitalizar0051.0%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" ida="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TB60O0AZZyU/TriVXMkLZeI/AAAAAAAAZvc/hFuePaPkVGY/s400/Digitalizar0051.0%255B1%255D.jpg" width="278" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1024/Digitalizar0054.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0054.jpg" style="clear: all; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calçada romana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E ponte sobre o Tuela em Moimenta, Vinhais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0053.jpg" style="clear: all; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figueiras ao entardecer&lt;br /&gt;Ervedosa, Vinhais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00622a.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Botelhas&lt;br /&gt;Vilartão, Valpaços&lt;br /&gt;As botelhas são postas nos muros para acabarem de amadurar. Depois servem de alimento a animais, são colocadas na sopa ou são transformadas em doce caseiro, acompanhado de pedacinhos de amendoa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5lXfQ_Rnvk/Tt5ujbNPdTI/AAAAAAAAaOY/Q_tMbPWiPv4/s1600/Botelhas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w5lXfQ_Rnvk/Tt5ujbNPdTI/AAAAAAAAaOY/Q_tMbPWiPv4/s320/Botelhas.jpg" width="222" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00779a.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00779a.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Pelos Caminhos da Montanha, de &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Valpaços a Carrazêdo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Atrás da Serra de Santa Comba, ao fundo, fica Ferrado de Cabrões. Tão longe do olhar e tão perto do coração! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Digitalizar0081.0.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0081.2.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pomar Ervedosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Digitalizar0081.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_TONP5-yRg/Tt6Jo7tghGI/AAAAAAAAaOg/cXuUsghihuE/s1600/Alameda+vidago.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-B_TONP5-yRg/Tt6Jo7tghGI/AAAAAAAAaOg/cXuUsghihuE/s400/Alameda+vidago.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vidago&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Alameda de plátanos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StjJnoXZZ7o/TriTxULNgNI/AAAAAAAAZvU/Bv1tGHflJrc/s1600/DSC00246a%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-StjJnoXZZ7o/TriTxULNgNI/AAAAAAAAZvU/Bv1tGHflJrc/s400/DSC00246a%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00246.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entre Chaves e a fronteira &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/35976810-116162707606671632?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116162707606671632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116162707606671632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116162707606671632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116162707606671632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/10/as-cores-do-outono.html' title='As Cores do Outono'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1GV07U8px9c/TriV4--UiMI/AAAAAAAAZvk/Z5EqpiOkTo0/s72-c/DSC00233%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-116155309865573107</id><published>2006-10-22T22:36:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T00:15:32.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Terceira Idade'/><title type='text'>Avós de Trás-os-Montes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em Trás-os-Montes as crianças são marcadas pelo mundo das mulheres. Mães, viúvas de pais ausentes; avós que moram em casa dos filhos; irmãs, tias, primas, madrinhas e vizinhas constituem o universo de afectos que rodeia uma criança. A presença duma família alargada, no feminino, sendo uma constante, deixa marcas indeléveis pela vida fora. Mas, de todas as mulheres, são as avós, de respeitáveis cabelos brancos e corpo fragilizado pelas marcas da vida, que mais intensamente fazem com que cada um de nós - criança, jovem ou adulto - mergulhe na ancestralidade das nossas raízes. Ter uma avó é ter um passado projectado no futuro. Quem não recorda com carinho uma avó? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Digitalizar0027.5.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0027.4.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Avó dos Pereiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A tia Lucrécia, bela e sem papas na língua, tem um olhar azul profundo, igual ao de muitos outros desta gente, bem feita, das terras da Carrazeda de Ansiães.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Digitalizar0016.6.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Digitalizar0016.8.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Avó do Vieiro, Vila Flor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As avós transmontanas são mulheres típicas de uma cultura rural em vias de rápida transformação. São mulheres que se vestem de negro; que usam cabelo comprido e cobrem a cabeça com lenço. Não pintam as unhas, os lábios nem se perfumam com os cheiros da última moda. Nas vestes portam o peso de uma cultura que aprenderam e transmitiram de geração em geração.&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Digitalizar0025.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SOP7eCRI15I/AAAAAAAAIZo/DpewopXDZJ4/s1600-h/Av%C3%B3+de+Quintas.jpg" style="cssfloat: left; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252318083867531154" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SOP7eCRI15I/AAAAAAAAIZo/DpewopXDZJ4/s400/Av%C3%B3+de+Quintas.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SOP68X3FI3I/AAAAAAAAIZg/FNRste5_IKw/s1600-h/Av%C3%B3+de+Quintas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Avó de Chelas - Mirandela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tem pele suave e branquinha, um olhar ternurento que tem o brilho da cor do mar quando nos seus olhos luzem os raios de Sol. No Verão, o tempo é passado na escada de xisto, com a vizinha, a rezar ou a contar os dias que faltam para a chegada sazonal do filho e dos netos à terra. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/Escolhida3.3.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="400" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/Escolhida3.0.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="321" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;A Escolhida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;É uma avó de olhar penetrante. A renda que está a fazer é para oferecer a Graça Morais, a pintora transmontana de maior prestígio nacional. A pintora, nascida no Vieiro, Vila Flor, imortalizou esta avó na sua obra "As Escolhidas". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/LAVAR1.0.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="267" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/LAVAR1.0.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Povo que lavas no rio ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Avó de Quintas, no Tua - senhora D. Maria do Espírito Santo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00450.2.jpg" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="300" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00450.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;Tia Helena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; color: red; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Avó de Travancas, Chaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="315" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252327830801133986" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SOQEVYbMsaI/AAAAAAAAIZw/r9RN1gbmC7k/s400/Avo+de+sonim.jpg" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;Avó de Sonim, Valpaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: lime;"&gt;Avós sem netos, netos sem avós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A hemorragia emigratória deixou aldeias vazias de gente em idade de procriar. Ficaram as velhas avós. Sinal dos tempos - Agora fecham-se escolas, abrem-se lares.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crónica &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tiveram infância. Foram irmãs-mães dos que foram nascendo depois. Trataram dos animais, da lida da casa, amanharam os campos, guardaram rebanhos. Não foram à Escola. Casaram cedo. Por amor, poucas; para se arrumarem, a maioria. Com os filhos, criaram raízes fundas com a vida e com a terra que as sustentava. Mas eles, mal se viam criados, partiam como os passarinhos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/1600/DSC00639.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/400/DSC00639.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nas mãos cansadas, à noite, passavam as contas do rosário, pedindo o regresso breve dos seus.&lt;br /&gt;Na espera, a saudade, em duas linhas mal traçadas pela rapariga, a mais velha, que ficara, para cuidar dos pais – “Espero que estejais bons, que nós, ao fazer desta, ficamos bem, graças a Deus”. Depois, as casas cheias de risos, de festa, se chegam os filhos, os netos …&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;É tempo de olhar, de ouvir, de contar histórias – da vida de cada um, de bruxas e lobisomens, do João soldado, da raposa e do lobo. Aos netos, ensinam os caminhos do monte, as fragas cheias de mistérios, as giestas altas, onde costuma haver ninhos. Com eles colhem amoras e saboreiam figos, ao fim da tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mariana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-116155309865573107?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116155309865573107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116155309865573107' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116155309865573107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116155309865573107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/10/avs-de-trs-os-montes.html' title='Avós de Trás-os-Montes'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SOP7eCRI15I/AAAAAAAAIZo/DpewopXDZJ4/s72-c/Av%C3%B3+de+Quintas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35976810.post-116115024120171220</id><published>2006-10-18T06:14:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T00:31:33.906Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Navalho'/><title type='text'>Ferrado de Cabrões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="279" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/320/Digitalizar0023.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 311px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 402px;" width="372" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Cabrões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - plural de cabrão; do latim &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;capro onis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, cabra grande, bode, o macho da cabra; homem que consente ou ignora que a sua mulher tenha relações sexuais com outros; corno; epíteto que designa de forma insultuosa um indivíduo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Ferrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - do latim &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;ferratus, ferrata, ferratum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, guarnecido de ferro, ferruginoso; água que contém ferro, ferrada. Que se ferrou, equídeo em que se colocou ferradura; pessoa ou animal marcado com ferrete. Que se enterrou com profundidade; fincado, cravado. Muito apegado, agarrado; aferrado, obstinado, teimoso. O mesmo que ferrada, recipiente onde se recolhe o leite ordenhado das cabras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="257" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/320/Digitalizar0032.1.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 268px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 365px;" width="342" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Ferrado é o nome de terras íngremes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, parcialmente incultas e salpicadas de fragas, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;situadas nas encostas do ribeiro de Cabrões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. O nome, provavelmente, está relacionado com a cor amarelada e ferruginosa das nascentes de água que brotam das fragas, no fundo das ribanceiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="216" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/320/ferradocabroes1.4.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 234px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 349px;" width="336" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #009900;"&gt;Ribeiro de Cabrões, Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em tempos bastante recuados, nos calhaus de xisto e terras ressequidas do Ferrado, cobertas de urzes, estevas, giestas e carrascos, provavelmente pastaram cabradas em estado selvagem. E podem ter sido cabrões desses, avistados a beber água no fundo das escarpas, a dar origem ao nome do curso de água que, emparedado por fraguedos, corre para o Tua com o nome de Ribeiro de Cabrões. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252337949352501794" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SOQNiW91oiI/AAAAAAAAIaI/XVGXBFJMw4M/s400/humberto+na+vinha+do+ferrado.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;De onde se vê o &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jornalnordeste.com/noticia.asp?idEdicao=109&amp;amp;id=3853&amp;amp;idSeccao=964&amp;amp;Action=noticia"&gt;Cabeço&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Entre montes eu nasci.&lt;br /&gt;Arrancado a mémés de bugalhos,&lt;br /&gt;Outras terras conheci,&lt;br /&gt;A léguas e léguas daqui.&lt;br /&gt;Qual delas a mais bonita,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca a minha esqueci. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tal como o passarinho&lt;br /&gt;Volta ao ninho,&lt;br /&gt;Eu em morrendo, Bô!&lt;br /&gt;P'ra Cabrões quero vir! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252341488623508786" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SOQQwXxzXTI/AAAAAAAAIaY/T2s3RCStdmk/s400/flores+de+alfazema.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a meter-me numa aventura;&lt;br /&gt;Nada que não seja novidade p'ra mim.&lt;br /&gt;Como é que isto funciona, não sei;&lt;br /&gt;Melhor que Frontpage98 deve ser.&lt;br /&gt;Se esta coisa do blogue resultar,&lt;br /&gt;Oh! que prazer me vai dar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="236" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/320/Digitalizar0011.0.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="339" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;EUREKA!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Já tá a dar! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 180%;"&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35976810-116115024120171220?l=ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/' title='Ferrado de Cabrões'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/feeds/116115024120171220/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35976810&amp;postID=116115024120171220' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116115024120171220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35976810/posts/default/116115024120171220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ferrado-de-cabroes.blogspot.com/2006/10/ferrado-de-cabres.html' title='Ferrado de Cabrões'/><author><name>euroluso</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08174945382663597362</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1283/4013/200/Digitalizar0045.0.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VDgNNClczlU/SOQNiW91oiI/AAAAAAAAIaI/XVGXBFJMw4M/s72-c/humberto+na+vinha+do+ferrado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
