<?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-6081592520813475209</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:56:56.699Z</updated><title type='text'>NadaQueSePareça</title><subtitle type='html'>O MEU MUNDO 
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Se calhar devias fazer uma pausa e pôr o dedo na ferida, exactamente no sítio em que mais te  magoa."&lt;br /&gt;Disseram-me isto hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normalmente salto por cima da minha dor, do meu sofrimento, das minhas angústias, da minha revolta.&lt;br /&gt;E sei que um dia mais tarde as vou ultrapassar, mas nunca tirei destas situações uma aprendizagem, um conselho, um maneira de encarar o futuro de outra forma.&lt;br /&gt;Costumo, por isso, cicatrizar mal, acumulando marcas de guerras passadas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje decidi encarar as minhas lacerações de frente.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não exactamente hoje, amanhã ou depois, mas quando elas surgirem, sem as procurar avidamente, munida de desinfectante e com a linha de sutura preparada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sei que vai doer.... Muito.... Mas também sei que vou ser mais feliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-552749832748665213?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/552749832748665213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/vai-doer.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/552749832748665213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/552749832748665213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/vai-doer.html' title='Vai doer...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-9100815419298890135</id><published>2010-01-25T23:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:16:11.311Z</updated><title type='text'>Na 1ª pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S14mK8MyeWI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZLchbNx91o4/s1600-h/ddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S14mK8MyeWI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZLchbNx91o4/s320/ddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430820170055711074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nos "as mulheres" somos de extremos no que toca à manutenção.&lt;br /&gt;A forma cuidamos dos pêlos que temos no corpo é absolutamente espantosa.&lt;br /&gt;Um dos grandes mistérios para mim é o facto de uma mulher conseguir pôr cera quente nas pernas, arrancar os pêlos pela raiz e continuar a ter medo de uma aranha.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes vão ainda mais longe - recorrem à electrólise.&lt;br /&gt;É o mesmo que pôr os pêlos, um a um, na cadeira eléctrica. É a pena de morte do pêlo.&lt;br /&gt;Põem o pêlo na cadeirinha, põem-lhe o capacete metálico, dão-lhe uma última passagem com champô e com o amaciador que ele escolher.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que o pode salvar é um telefonema da Epilady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;AIIIIIIIIIII!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-9100815419298890135?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/9100815419298890135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/na-1-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/9100815419298890135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/9100815419298890135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/na-1-pessoa.html' title='Na 1ª pessoa'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S14mK8MyeWI/AAAAAAAAAII/ZLchbNx91o4/s72-c/ddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-6908280811795197972</id><published>2010-01-25T23:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T23:08:32.604Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S14kZEiAhsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rPMcCtCh42k/s1600-h/ex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S14kZEiAhsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rPMcCtCh42k/s320/ex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430818213787109058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando (só) Exausta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-6908280811795197972?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/6908280811795197972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/momentos_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6908280811795197972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6908280811795197972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/momentos_25.html' title='Momentos...'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S14kZEiAhsI/AAAAAAAAAIA/rPMcCtCh42k/s72-c/ex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3196007646377823728</id><published>2010-01-23T14:21:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:24:54.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Se por um instante Deus se esquecesse de que sou uma marioneta de trapo e me oferecesse mais um pouco de vida....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S1sGsKP_VOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pvgwTXDNqkY/s1600-h/corra-tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 307px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S1sGsKP_VOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pvgwTXDNqkY/s320/corra-tempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429941131460695266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...não diria tudo o que penso, mas pensaria tudo o que digo. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daria valor às coisas, não pelo que valem, mas pelo que significam.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormiria pouco, sonharia mais, entendo que por cada minuto que fechamos os olhos, perdemos sessenta segundos de luz.&lt;br /&gt;Andaria quando os outros param, acordaria quando os outros dormem.&lt;br /&gt;Ouviria quando os outros falam, e como desfrutaria de um bom gelado de chocolate! (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não deixaria passar um só dia sem dizer às pessoas de quem gosto que gosto delas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convenceria cada mulher ou homem que é o meu favorito e viveria apaixonado pelo amor.&lt;br /&gt;Aos homens provar-lhes-ia como estão equivocados ao pensar que deixam de se apaixonar&lt;br /&gt;quando envelhecem, sem saberem que envelhecem quando deixam de se apaixonar!&lt;br /&gt;A uma criança, dar-lhe-ia asas, mas teria que aprender a voar sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Aos velhos, ensinar-lhes-ia que a morte não chega com a velhice, mas sim com o esquecimento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Aproveita o tempo que tens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3196007646377823728?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3196007646377823728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-por-um-instante-deus-se-esquecesse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3196007646377823728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3196007646377823728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/se-por-um-instante-deus-se-esquecesse.html' title='Se por um instante Deus se esquecesse de que sou uma marioneta de trapo e me oferecesse mais um pouco de vida....'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S1sGsKP_VOI/AAAAAAAAAH4/pvgwTXDNqkY/s72-c/corra-tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-6744017666029124778</id><published>2010-01-23T14:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:07:05.186Z</updated><title type='text'>in&amp;out</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lembrar-me que existem INs, andar com humores ondulantes (e atingir um pico lá em cima), não ver mais de 5 pessoas por dia (e não ter que encarar ninguém), andar todo o dia de pijama (porque não vamos mesmo sair de casa), o telefone não tocar (e não ter que atender), estar em época de exames (e não ter horas para nada).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lembrar-me que existem OUTs, andar com humores ondulantes (e atingir o fundo), não ver mais de 5 pessoas por dia (e não ter com quem falar), andar todo o dia de pijama (porque não podemos mesmo sair de casa), o telefone não tocar (porque não há ninguém que telefone), estar em época de exames (e não poder fazer mais nada).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mais IN ou mais OUT?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-6744017666029124778?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/6744017666029124778/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/in.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6744017666029124778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6744017666029124778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/in.html' title='in&amp;out'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4806837612922556193</id><published>2010-01-23T14:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T14:04:51.167Z</updated><title type='text'>5 Manias minhas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;1ª&lt;/strong&gt; Tomar banho de água muito quente numa manhã de um dia gelado, vestir o robe e voltar para a cama.  (há muito que não faço.... falta de tempo?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2ª&lt;/strong&gt; Antes de fazer o que quer que seja, arrumar &lt;u&gt;simetricamente&lt;/u&gt; tudo o que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3ª&lt;/strong&gt; Partir &lt;strong&gt;todos &lt;/strong&gt;os alimentos que se encontram no meu prato em pedacinhos minúsculos antes de comer, para não ter que usar a faca até ao fim da refeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4ª&lt;/strong&gt; Usar 30 vezes a função &lt;strong&gt;Repetir alarme&lt;/strong&gt; antes de me decidir a levantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5ª &lt;/strong&gt;Tenho o armário arrumado&lt;em&gt; por&lt;/em&gt; cor, temperatura e tipo de roupa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas mais haveria para aqui colocar... Feliz ou infelizmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusão:&lt;/strong&gt; Sou neurótica, preguiçosa, manienta, mas boa pessoa (lá no fundo do fundo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há hábitos pessoais que nos diferenciam  dos mortais comuns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4806837612922556193?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4806837612922556193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-manias-minhas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4806837612922556193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4806837612922556193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/5-manias-minhas.html' title='5 Manias minhas'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-8579375148618759005</id><published>2010-01-23T13:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T13:55:57.054Z</updated><title type='text'>Momentos....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S1r_5DdNXTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d_pwVHow7bo/s1600-h/agenda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S1r_5DdNXTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d_pwVHow7bo/s320/agenda2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429933656393997618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impressão minha ou é um bocado idiota ter que marcar na agenda um dia para não ter nada marcado na agenda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok! Eu sou idiotA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-8579375148618759005?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/8579375148618759005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8579375148618759005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8579375148618759005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2010/01/momentos.html' title='Momentos....'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/S1r_5DdNXTI/AAAAAAAAAHw/d_pwVHow7bo/s72-c/agenda2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4868657227012187872</id><published>2009-12-22T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T20:42:24.789Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>De fe'rias! Finalmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem apesar de estar um frio do pior,"ofereceram-me"  uma frase que ma aqueceu o coracao por uns dias tal como eu gosto : " Tia cuadia, eu tinha muitas saudades tuas, love u" e logo de seguida pregou me um beijo e um abraco como eu nao sentia ha tanto tempo.....daqueles de cinco minutos que nao apetece largar por nada, isto no meio de muitas cocigas soube tao bem mas tao bem que caiu a lagrima....&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem saber que tem saudades nossas e que gostam de nos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os sobrinhos mais lindos do mundo:) Adoroooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas festas para todos!&lt;br /&gt;Abracinhos.... quentinhos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4868657227012187872?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4868657227012187872/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-ferias-finalmente-ontem-apesar-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4868657227012187872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4868657227012187872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/12/de-ferias-finalmente-ontem-apesar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5862200467736754132</id><published>2009-12-14T00:27:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T00:38:52.376Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SyWI9mxrSNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mygV0wpZ2OA/s1600-h/fa%25C3%25A7o%2Bmake%2Bno%2Bnatal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 261px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SyWI9mxrSNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mygV0wpZ2OA/s320/fa%25C3%25A7o%2Bmake%2Bno%2Bnatal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414884718945192146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O que significa para mim o Natal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Família, sempre a família.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Pijama na véspera de Natal até às tantas, com muita farinha à mistura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Luzes a piscar na árvore toda a noite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- As mesmas caras do costume à mesa.&lt;br /&gt;- Os doces maravilhosos da mamy.&lt;br /&gt;- As birras deles(sobrinhos) porque um recebeu isto e o outro aquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- O cheiro a Bolo-Rei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A reclamação(minha claro) de sempre por ser bacalhau cozido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Os gatos a esfarrapar o papel de embrulho no chão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- O aquecedor em cima de mim durante horas e horas(ou mais eu em cima do aquecedoR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A rabanada acabada de fazer que se come ao pequeno-almoço.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A falta que se sente dos já ausentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10 dicas do que gosto de receber de prenda de Natal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo personalizado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo sofisticado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo muito desejado (Bullterrier=))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo "eu"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo sentimental&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo com um bocadinho de ti&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo mimucas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo pijamal&lt;br /&gt;- Algo familiar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo surpresa&lt;br /&gt;-O belo do envelope branco com o belo do cheque ou da nota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Algo de novo, um brinquedo, um chocolate!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;10 dicas do que não gosto de receber de prenda de Natal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Meias (eterno Top 1)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Roupa que NUNCA na vida irei vestir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Imitações do que realmente queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Prendas "standard"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Bolas de ouro para pôr nas orelhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 3 Pratos para "acrescentar ao serviço" ou toalhas para o "enchoval"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- (In)utilidades&lt;br /&gt;- Conjuntos de sabonetes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;- CDs de quem nunca ouvi falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;- Coisas por demais pirosas&lt;br /&gt;- Enfim... Muita coisa&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que o espírito natalício está por aí?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;                    &lt;p class="post-footer"&gt;       &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://de0a20.blogspot.com/2008/12/na-1-pessoa_12.html" title="permanent link"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;                  &lt;a class="comment-link" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6498063&amp;amp;postID=5731302143947744776&amp;amp;isPopup=true" onclick="window.open('https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6498063&amp;amp;postID=5731302143947744776&amp;amp;isPopup=true', 'bloggerPopup', 'toolbar=0,scrollbars=1,location=0,statusbar=1,menubar=0,resizable=1,width=400,height=450');return false;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SyWE31Y86vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GcHY3zPmF2g/s320/InternetLista10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414880221742295794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;(fodase ainda ontem era 2000, e hoje já só meto dois "00" :S)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Pedir prendas inúteis&lt;br /&gt;- Trabalhar sem saber bem para quê&lt;br /&gt;- Deixar de marcar encontros com quem me faz bem&lt;br /&gt;- Deixar de Hibernar&lt;br /&gt;- Passar mais tempo em Abrantes :s&lt;br /&gt;- Ver pessoas que não suporto&lt;br /&gt;- Usar hidratante incansavelmente&lt;br /&gt;- Casar com o homem da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;- Comprar revistas de decoração&lt;br /&gt;- Tornar-me somítica em relação a $&lt;br /&gt;- Dormir mais&lt;br /&gt;- Ver menos séries idiotas na TV&lt;br /&gt;- Etc, etc, etc,...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3887931340689245361?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3887931340689245361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/12/lista-que-eu-nunca-faria-para-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3887931340689245361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3887931340689245361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/12/lista-que-eu-nunca-faria-para-2010.html' title='A lista que eu NUNCA faria para 2010'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SyWE31Y86vI/AAAAAAAAAHg/GcHY3zPmF2g/s72-c/InternetLista10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5827794644879945188</id><published>2009-12-06T16:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T16:49:28.768Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SxvgkOZYvnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RZOs5R8OVfo/s1600-h/Saudades____by_xlovesuicidex.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SxvgkOZYvnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RZOs5R8OVfo/s320/Saudades____by_xlovesuicidex.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412166290160270962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou saudosista por natureza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="post"&gt;&lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E desde há uns anos para cá é um sentimento que me acompanha sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que tudo tenho saudades do meu pai, umasaudade interminavel e impossivel de ultrapassar....&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades da minha irmã e dos meus sobrinhos que ultimamente vejo uam vez por ano.... fazem-me muita falta.....&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou em Abrantes sinto falat da minha familia, dos meus amigos, dos meus animais, da minha cidade, simplesmente da minha casa....&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou no Algarve, é a altura que estou melhor comigo mesma, mas mesmo assim sinto saudades de umas quantas pessoas que acabei por  desencolver amizade naquela malditazinha cidade que é Abrantes, de lá só tenho mesmo saudades delas.... de nada mais, nem da cidade nem de nada....&lt;br /&gt;Agora que estou em Espanha tenho saudades de tudo e mais alguma coisa.... tenho saudades da minha casa, tenho saudades da minha familia, dos meus amigos, dos meus animais, do meu cantinho, da minha praia, da minha cidade, das noites que passamos juntas, dos pasteis de nata, da comida da minha  mãe... Aiii :(&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades das tardes infinitas. Aliás, tenho saudades de muitas dessas tardes. Aliás, tenho saudades não só das tardes infinitas mas de tudo o que elas continham: o tempo que não importava, os cheiros que nos ficam gravados na memória e teimam em não saír, os lanches mais ou menos chamativos,  as conversas tolas e desinteressadas, as longas brincadeiras com tudo e mais qualquer coisa porque tudo e mais qualquer coisa eram sempre bons motivos para longas brincadeiras. E assim sendo, tenho saudades das tardes infinitas.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades das vozes que já não ouço. Aliás, tenho saudades de muitas dessas vozes. Aliás, tenho saudades da maneira como me diziam as coisas, da maneira como me acarinhavam, da maneira como me repreendiam sem saber bem porquê, da maneira como me ensinavam a fazer isto ou aquilo ou aqueloutro, das palavras que apenas perduram entre nós porque já ninguém se lembra do que queriam mesmo dizer, das expressões que ouvia tantas vezes e que agora só as ouço em mim. E assim sendo, tenho saudades das vozes que já não ouço.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades dos pasteis de nata, da comida da minha mãe...&lt;br /&gt;E o mais erónico disto tudo, é que sei que apesar de não estar bem aqui, quando acabar, sei que vou ter saudades.... vou ter saudades das pessoas que conheci, dos lugares, talvez até do frio... mas de uma coisa sei que n vou ter saudades é dos espanhois, adoro a cidade mas odeio o povo que nela habita.....&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de ti, sobretudo. Aliás, tenho saudades de muitas coisas. Tenho saudades de nós. Sinto um vazio enorme ao saber que não posso estar cnt metade do tempo da minha vida... Como serei feliz assim ?&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejando as férias... para poder cair nos braços de quem sei que gosta de mim.... e sentir aquele mimo de que tanto ando a precisar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5827794644879945188?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5827794644879945188/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/12/sou-saudosista-por-natureza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5827794644879945188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5827794644879945188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/12/sou-saudosista-por-natureza.html' title=''/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SxvgkOZYvnI/AAAAAAAAAHY/RZOs5R8OVfo/s72-c/Saudades____by_xlovesuicidex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4397382373700962313</id><published>2009-11-24T15:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:24:44.030Z</updated><title type='text'>Total plágio</title><content type='html'>Falo pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Falo pouco e cada vez falo menos.&lt;br /&gt;Em primeiro lugar porque me distraio e esqueço os assuntos das conversas e em segundo lugar porque as pessoas não esperam que lhes responda mas que as oiça, o que é fácil se acenar que sim de vez em quando e disser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Pois claro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;quando me olham de sobrancelhas levantadas à espera de concordância e aplauso. Tornei-me num especialista do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Pois claro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que sei pronunciar pelo menos em vinte e três tons diferentes consoante o carranca e o ímpeto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(ou a falta dele)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do interlocutor, e se me interrogam com surpresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Pois claro o quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;torço a boca num sorriso enigmático e subtilmente aprovador para que o outro, tranquilizado, desfaça as suas dúvidas, me aplique no ombro uma palmada satisfeita, assopre com alívio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Logo vi que concordavas comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e se lance num relato sinuoso em cuja primeira curva me perco, continuando no entanto a murmurar pensando sei lá em quê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Pois claro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não podia estar melhor explicado!&lt;br /&gt;Do magnifico : António Lobo Antunes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4397382373700962313?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4397382373700962313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/total-plagio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4397382373700962313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4397382373700962313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/total-plagio.html' title='Total plágio'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-6179441671178503385</id><published>2009-11-24T15:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T15:16:36.470Z</updated><title type='text'>DESABAFO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Swv4iGKmPUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2vLUUNGZamc/s1600/gelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 278px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Swv4iGKmPUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2vLUUNGZamc/s320/gelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407689042242714946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do ano quero deixar de ser lamechas!&lt;br /&gt;Odeio ser sentimental! Odeio! Odeio!&lt;br /&gt;Posts melosos só para o ano...&lt;br /&gt;E tenho dito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A partir d agora -7º C.!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-6179441671178503385?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/6179441671178503385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/desabafo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6179441671178503385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6179441671178503385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/desabafo.html' title='DESABAFO!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Swv4iGKmPUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/2vLUUNGZamc/s72-c/gelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-2088528232601902742</id><published>2009-11-24T01:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T01:23:08.162Z</updated><title type='text'>Na 1ª pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sws1dS_urGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XpCwQDMbKNY/s1600/02_gvozdi_92358_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 217px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sws1dS_urGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XpCwQDMbKNY/s320/02_gvozdi_92358_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407474555020029026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo que saia de mim esta tristeza crescente, este vazio já tão preenchido, este desalento ondulante de quem avança e recua a cada tentativa de passo.&lt;br /&gt;Não te consigo falar. Todas as tentativas ficam por aí: tentativas. Aquela inércia que nos tolda a mente, que nos torna prisioneiros de nós mesmos, que não me deixa seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei já a razão, o motivo. Tudo e nada, como são sempre as justificações no depois.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me no meio de tantas coisas e no meio de nada.&lt;br /&gt;Agora fico assim. Aquele aperto no peito, a sensação de que falta algo, a angústia que aparece sem razão. Ando perdida neste nada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que passa. Eu espero que passe. Eu quero que passe. Eu preciso que passe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voltar a viver. De novo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-2088528232601902742?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/2088528232601902742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/na-1-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/2088528232601902742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/2088528232601902742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/na-1-pessoa.html' title='Na 1ª pessoa'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sws1dS_urGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/XpCwQDMbKNY/s72-c/02_gvozdi_92358_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3328521707645355416</id><published>2009-11-23T01:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:34:01.699Z</updated><title type='text'>MAIS UM DOMINGO MAIS UM SOFÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwnmZYbZ22I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z5Qwbcfjwas/s1600/sofas-big-03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwnmZYbZ22I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z5Qwbcfjwas/s320/sofas-big-03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407106151363500898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais que sabido que (para mim) Domingo é dia de sofá :)! E este é todo o meu género!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3328521707645355416?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3328521707645355416/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-um-domingo-mais-um-sofa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3328521707645355416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3328521707645355416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/mais-um-domingo-mais-um-sofa.html' title='MAIS UM DOMINGO MAIS UM SOFÁ'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwnmZYbZ22I/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z5Qwbcfjwas/s72-c/sofas-big-03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-1552587233888727982</id><published>2009-11-23T01:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-23T01:14:53.564Z</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwniAzj4ZdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RfQUk9efFA0/s1600/pedras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwniAzj4ZdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RfQUk9efFA0/s320/pedras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407101331103573458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Posso ter defeitos, viver ansiosa e ficar irritada algumas vezes mas não me esqueço de que a minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo, e posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e tornar-se um/a autor/a da própria história. É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;br /&gt;É agradecer a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um “não”.&lt;br /&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;br /&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;br /&gt;Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-1552587233888727982?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/1552587233888727982/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/momentos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1552587233888727982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1552587233888727982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/momentos.html' title='MOMENTOS'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwniAzj4ZdI/AAAAAAAAAGY/RfQUk9efFA0/s72-c/pedras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-8958628352450879606</id><published>2009-11-20T17:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:30:54.669Z</updated><title type='text'>Psicopatologia Compreensiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwbSIOAu_iI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FVCni_GRLS8/s1600/chave%2Be%2Bporta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwbSIOAu_iI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FVCni_GRLS8/s320/chave%2Be%2Bporta.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406239441346821666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EFEITO vs. CAUSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;De um modo geral, achamos que um sintoma é um item do comportamento que se reveste de profundos efeitos, ao influenciar o meio circundante do paciente. Uma regra empírica pode ser anunciada a este respeito: Sempre que o por quê? de um item de comportamento permanece obscuro, a questão para quê? pode ainda fornecer uma resposta válida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De : Paul Watzlawick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...............................................................&lt;/span&gt;A colocar questões apenas para encontrar respostas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-8958628352450879606?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/8958628352450879606/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/psicopatologia-compreensiva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8958628352450879606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8958628352450879606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/psicopatologia-compreensiva.html' title='Psicopatologia Compreensiva'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwbSIOAu_iI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/FVCni_GRLS8/s72-c/chave%2Be%2Bporta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-7078951539964054109</id><published>2009-11-20T16:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T17:13:18.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Carências....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwbOJ_RiezI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Frr4mbdKVrw/s1600/14472845_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwbOJ_RiezI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Frr4mbdKVrw/s320/14472845_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406235073704000306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isto de estar de ERAMUS, é muito bom , masssss(como qlq coisa tem smp os massss) longe de tudo e de todos que me fazem muita falta anda-me a provocar carÊncias de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- mimos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- festinhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- meiguices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- doçuras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- abraços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- beijinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tardes bem passadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conversas das boas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-conversas da treta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-rom rom dos meus gatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-domingos inteiros na cama pk a noite de sábado foi comprida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-voltinhas pela minha longa e imensa praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-comida da mãe ( sem dúvida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-água Portugues (água espanhola é realmente una mierda)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-acordar com um bom dia da mumy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poder ligar e mndar sms sem pagar(fodasse)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tar com quem quero a qlq momento do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-tv portugues (Estou mais desligada da tv do que nunca, existe ainda?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-barulho das ondas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-andar de salto alto( aqui é mesmo impossivel com tanto quilometro que se anda apé)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poder vestir td o que tenho armário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-poder atrofiar com os meus sobrinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- falta da doçaria regional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim ... alista é demasiado longa.... e só me faz ficar com mais saudades ao escrever isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-7078951539964054109?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/7078951539964054109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/carencias.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7078951539964054109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7078951539964054109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/carencias.html' title='Carências....'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SwbOJ_RiezI/AAAAAAAAAGI/Frr4mbdKVrw/s72-c/14472845_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3301587663251191595</id><published>2009-11-20T16:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:58:14.755Z</updated><title type='text'>Tanto tempo....</title><content type='html'>Bemmmm  há tanto tempo que não punha qui os pezes! .... Nem sei se vale a pena continuar com isto... mas ya siga! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3301587663251191595?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3301587663251191595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/tanto-tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3301587663251191595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3301587663251191595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/11/tanto-tempo.html' title='Tanto tempo....'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3010797717679075667</id><published>2009-05-30T22:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T22:59:05.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O MEU ALFABETO</title><content type='html'>A - Amiga, amor, aqui, ali, água&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B - Bruta, bolo, birras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Carinho, Cláudia, carências, cerejas, calor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Divertimento, dúvidas, divisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Entusiasmo, emoções,  especial, «É...»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Frágil, fulminante, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;família, fruta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Grito, gargalhada, gulosa, gomas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Hesitação, hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Interessante, irmã, insistente, interrogações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J - Já, jamais, «&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jolli&lt;/span&gt;»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Luz, longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Mãe(a minha), momentos, massas, malas, mar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Normal, neutra, nostálgica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O - Objectivo, olhar, ontem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Pai(*), perfeito, padrão, Pedro, praia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Quê, quando, quanto, quarto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Rir, rolar, rebolar, roxo, relógiossssss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Sorrir, saudade, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sensível&lt;/span&gt;, senão, sapatos, sumos de fruta, sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Tudo, tomar,teimosa, telemóvel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Um, único, último&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vai, vem, voltar, ver, verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Xazzu&lt;/span&gt;, República «&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Xeca&lt;/span&gt;», &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Xiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ça&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Zá&lt;/span&gt; chega...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras não me faltam....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3010797717679075667?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3010797717679075667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-meu-alfabeto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3010797717679075667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3010797717679075667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-meu-alfabeto.html' title='O MEU ALFABETO'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-1904541109851769438</id><published>2009-05-30T01:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:26:57.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>La Revancha Del Tango (Live)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qtaFHgL_VI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qtaFHgL_VI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca tive o prazer de poder assistir a um concerto de Gotan Project, por muita pena minha, espero que venham rapidamente a Portugal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-1904541109851769438?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/1904541109851769438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-revancha-del-tango-live.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1904541109851769438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1904541109851769438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/la-revancha-del-tango-live.html' title='La Revancha Del Tango (Live)'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-8938023878473100346</id><published>2009-05-30T00:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T01:18:06.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLGARVE '09 JAZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SiB6H-t3HSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_EeKXXiWxic/s1600-h/festival%2520de%2520jazz3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341403435574435106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SiB6H-t3HSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_EeKXXiWxic/s320/festival%2520de%2520jazz3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Allgarve, mais uma vez, abraça o Jazz durante os meses mais quentes do ano, deixe-se envolver pela experiência de ouvir estes grandes nomes da música Jazz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 30 de Junho,pelas 22h o Teatro das Figuras, em Faro recebe Chico Pinheiro e Brad Meldhau convidam Fleurine e Luciana Alves; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 10 de Julho, pelas 22h pode-se assistir a Esperanza Spalding no Sítio das Fontes, em Lagoa. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 11 de Julho, pelas 22h Madeleine Peyroux vai estar presente no TEMPO-Teatro Municipal de Portimão. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 16 Julho, pelas 22h no Centro de Congressos do Arade em Lagoa ao som de Glenn Miller Orchestra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 17 de Julho, pelas 21:30h Marsalis Brasilianos vai estar presente no TEMPO-Teatro Municipal de Portimão. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 18 de Julho, pelas 22h pode-se assistir a Quarteto de Francesco Caffiso, em Loulé na Cerca do Convento.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 25 de Julho, pelas 22h Al di Meola World Sinfonia vai ter a sua presença no Monumento Duarte Pacheco em Loulé.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 26 de Julho, pelas 22h Chick Corea e Gary Burton - Duets no Monumento Duarte Pacheco, em Loulé.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1 de Agosto, pelas 22h na Cerca do Convento, em Loulé vai contar com a presença de Mário Laginha Trio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bilhetes entre os 15 e 20 euros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais informações em : &lt;a href="http://www.allgarve.pt/V2/"&gt;http://www.allgarve.pt/V2/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-8938023878473100346?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/8938023878473100346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/allgarve-09-jazz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8938023878473100346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8938023878473100346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/allgarve-09-jazz.html' title='ALLGARVE &apos;09 JAZZ'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SiB6H-t3HSI/AAAAAAAAAGA/_EeKXXiWxic/s72-c/festival%2520de%2520jazz3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-7109257042022672296</id><published>2009-05-29T16:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:26:18.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CITY CHASE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sh_-lEDQr1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/NHwFdXD3yFk/s1600-h/citychase2009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sh_-lEDQr1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/NHwFdXD3yFk/s320/citychase2009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341267595780730706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 30 de Maio, Lisboa recebe a maior aventura urbana do mundo , agora em Portugal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="style1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diversão, Aventura, e Caça ao tesouro!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O City Chase é uma Aventura Urbana única, que requer dos participantes, trabalho de equipa, gestão de recursos, determinação, habilidade de tomar decisões sem perca de tempo enquanto percorrem a cidade entre um desafio e outro.&lt;br /&gt;Os “Chasepoints” são os pontos onde os participantes se confrontam com uma série de desafios que testam a sua destreza física, intelectual, e “zona de conforto”.&lt;br /&gt;                        Para sair vencedor desta Aventura Urbana de cerca de 4h -6h, equipas de duas pessoas, têm de correr, caminhar e usar os transportes públicos, para navegarem o seu caminho pela cidade, enquanto pedem a ajuda da família e amigos através da internet, do telemóvel e até solicitando a ajuda de completos estranhos que passam casualmente pela rua. A primeira equipa a completar com sucesso 10 “Chasepoints” dos 30 que existem e atravessar a linha da meta, é declarada vencedora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As inscrições já foram fechadas, haverá 600participantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong class="style1"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que vão receber: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;                          Cada equipa recebe os seguintes itens:                                                         &lt;ol start="1" type="1"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Entrada no City Chase Portugal (um ou dois eventos, consoante o pacote que escolheu), a Maior Aventura Urbana do Mundo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Saco do participante       com brindes dos patrocinadores  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;T-shirts       oficiais &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dorsal (deve ser usado       em local visível durante todo o evento) &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Passes para transportes       para o dia todo  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ChasePoint “Clue Sheet”  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;O melhor e mais       simpático staff do mundo &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Uma experiência       memorável com desafios físicos, intelectuais e um “pouco diferentes”  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acesso à City Chase       After-Party&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;Quem quiser também pode participar como voluntário do projecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os mais curiosos : &lt;a href="http://www.citychaseportugal.com/"&gt; http://www.citychaseportugal.com/ &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-7109257042022672296?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/7109257042022672296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/city-chase.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7109257042022672296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7109257042022672296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/city-chase.html' title='CITY CHASE'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sh_-lEDQr1I/AAAAAAAAAF4/NHwFdXD3yFk/s72-c/citychase2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4248463946233018323</id><published>2009-05-29T14:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T14:59:56.572+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gorduchinho de Chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sh_qN56--7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vEZOBezKaDI/s1600-h/morango%2520com%2520chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341245207692114866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sh_qN56--7I/AAAAAAAAAFw/vEZOBezKaDI/s320/morango%2520com%2520chocolate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-2 colheres (sopa) de margarina sem sal- &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-1 kg de batata bem cozida sem casca e bem passada(mais aindo do que se fosse pure, têm que ficar mesmo creme)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 2 copos (tipo americano) de leite quente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 1 lata de leite condensado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 500 g de chocolate branco derretido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 500 g de chocolate meio amargo derretido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo de Preparação:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1- Numa panela FORA DO FOGO coloque 2 colheres (sopa) de margarina sem sal, 1 kg de batata cozida sem casca e passada, 2 copos (tipo americano) de leite quente, 1 lata de leite condensado e mexa até formar um purê homogêneo. Divida o purê em duas tigelas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Na primeira tigela acrescente 250 g de chocolate branco derretido e misture bem. Na segunda tigela faça a mesma coisa acrescentando 250 g de chocolate meio amargo derretido e&lt;br /&gt;misturando bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Com o auxílio do saco de pasteleiro faça a montagem do doce em taças, formando listras ou o desenho que desejar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sirva gelado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Podem achar estranho a batata, eu também acahei, mas digo-vos que não se nota que tÊm batata, parece chocolate autêntico...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;link do filme da preparação do doce : &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://receitas.maisvoce.globo.com/Receitas/Doces_Sobremesas/0,,REC41256-7778-38+GORDUCHINHO+DE+CHOCOLATE,00.html"&gt;http://receitas.maisvoce.globo.com/Receitas/Doces_Sobremesas/0,,REC41256-7778-38+GORDUCHINHO+DE+CHOCOLATE,00.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deliciem-se &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4248463946233018323?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4248463946233018323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/gorduchinho-de-chocolate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4248463946233018323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4248463946233018323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339121435799120386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Cerejas: o maior número de cerejas possíveis na boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Melancia fresquinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Morangos cortados com açúcar e limão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Papa de fruta natural: maçã + banana + pêra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Banana +laranja+bolacha maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Nêsperas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Uvas gigantes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Meloa bem docinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Kiwis À colher&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Salada de frutas SEM álcool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................CHEIRA A VERÃO =D =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5105634865823957170?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ShheqHF66gI/AAAAAAAAAFo/azP_Dv1U2xs/s72-c/1268585.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-8281502879177941318</id><published>2009-05-23T15:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:38:56.689+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BANKSY</title><content type='html'>Banksy é uma figura incontronável da street art actual, sempre "virado" para uma vertente social, o artista desafia e em simultaneo demonstra uma completa aversão aos conceitos de autoridade e poder. É muitas das vezes visilvel o seu desagrado com sistemas politicos e clichés instituidos pela sociedade ocidental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um estilo unico e caracteristico aliados a uma agressividade e sarcasmo que poderá por vezes ferir susceptibilidades, não deixa ninguém indiferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-30a20275dd6ae242" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30a20275dd6ae242%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BD7902C60E9BC7668A41486F518434AFC7745E4.2BC6ED9EF1E14584780EA7B5C4DDDC0F1D2447CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30a20275dd6ae242%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCIrxCrCEZy3KG3U4xqgYMDIp0lY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D30a20275dd6ae242%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5BD7902C60E9BC7668A41486F518434AFC7745E4.2BC6ED9EF1E14584780EA7B5C4DDDC0F1D2447CE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D30a20275dd6ae242%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCIrxCrCEZy3KG3U4xqgYMDIp0lY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-8281502879177941318?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=30a20275dd6ae242&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/8281502879177941318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/banksy-e-uma-figura-incontronavel-da.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8281502879177941318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8281502879177941318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/banksy-e-uma-figura-incontronavel-da.html' title='BANKSY'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-7384887312631451111</id><published>2009-05-10T23:11:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T00:00:19.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>LEGALIZA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SgdUkZPa38I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VpbTz_6URG4/s1600-h/canabis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SgdUkZPa38I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VpbTz_6URG4/s320/canabis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334325267871227842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;A edição da MGM Lisboa 2009 foi um sucesso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano envolveram-se mais activistas, mais mandatários, fizeram-se mais debates e ampliou-se o número de cidades participantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da chuva intensa marcharam cerca de 1500 pessoas pela legalização em Lisboa, 100 pessoas em Coimbra e 100 pessoas em Braga.&lt;br /&gt;"nem multas, nem prisão - Legalização!" Foi uma das muitas palavras de ordem que se ouviram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boa participação apesar da chuva, é demonstrativa da determinação dos manifestantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É urgente acabar com a proibição: fé que uma parte da sociedade tem, de que pode impedir outra parte de escolher em liberdade e consciência, se prefere fumar um charro ou beber uma cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proibição é contra a saúde pública e contra a liberdade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Havemos de marchar até ser legal!&lt;/p&gt; Ouvir &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://tsf.sapo.pt/paginainicial/AudioeVideo.aspx?content_id=1224561"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsf.sapo.pt/paginainicial/AudioeVideo.aspx?content_id=1224561"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;a entrevista de dia 7 de Maio do porta voz da MGM Lisboa à TSF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Petição à Assembleia da República solicitando a legalização da canábis para auto-cultivo (cultivo para consumo próprio) e a sua venda em estabelecimentos autorizados a maiores de idade. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://legalizacao.pt.vu/"&gt;http://legalizacao.pt.vu/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4c53c4091d0e7cd6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c53c4091d0e7cd6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5871291831C31C4F56BB3CE9C12F18771F645C01.1258B32A3D03E3ED9DC1A6982954D6E7E8B9439D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c53c4091d0e7cd6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVKoHYmLcuWANCIlvOCA3Gt-_Pb0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4c53c4091d0e7cd6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5871291831C31C4F56BB3CE9C12F18771F645C01.1258B32A3D03E3ED9DC1A6982954D6E7E8B9439D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4c53c4091d0e7cd6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DVKoHYmLcuWANCIlvOCA3Gt-_Pb0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-7384887312631451111?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4c53c4091d0e7cd6&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/7384887312631451111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/legaliza.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7384887312631451111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7384887312631451111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/legaliza.html' title='LEGALIZA!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SgdUkZPa38I/AAAAAAAAAFg/VpbTz_6URG4/s72-c/canabis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-8944495327427219015</id><published>2009-05-09T23:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T01:05:53.704+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VANESSA DA MATA NO PORTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="textonoticias"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Na grande metrópole de São Paulo começou a cantar em bares e a sua voz, suave mas potente, doce mas senhora de si, chegou a ouvidos tão importantes como Milton Nascimento e Maria Bethânia. Vanessa da Mata queria também ser compositora, mas pensava que não podia sem saber tocar um instrumento.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Afinal, esta brasileira de 33 anos tem uma imaginação fértil e a capacidade de criar canções mesmo à flor da pele: escreve em qualquer sítio, em qualquer circunstância. E as suas composições, que tanto bebem em tradicionais sertanejos e Roberto Carlos como em excêntricos como Björk, chegaram às vozes de, entre outros, Daniela Mercury e Ana Carolina.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na bagagem traz "Sim", o álbum bem conhecido do público português, pelo menos a contar pelas semanas de permanência nos lugares cimeiros dos tops de vendas nacionais. O mesmo inclui o êxito "Good Luck / Boa Sorte", dueto da cantora com o norte-americano Ben Harper, bem como o mais recente tema registado ao vivo, "Amado".&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Talvez uma das mais internacionais novas vozes brasileiras, regressa a Portugal, dia 3 de Julho, no palco do Coliseu do Porto, pelas 22horas, bilhetes entre 20 a 30 euros.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.coliseudoporto.pt/net/index.aspx"&gt;www.coliseudoporto.pt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-482c16b8b43a3691" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D482c16b8b43a3691%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3066D00650D531760932D0479734195A316AB1C2.67CE93DBB70CA7E3E4F9612B7A9460D6375CD57F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D482c16b8b43a3691%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds5l49YjV1djtq9s2n4tzmYX5XXU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D482c16b8b43a3691%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3066D00650D531760932D0479734195A316AB1C2.67CE93DBB70CA7E3E4F9612B7A9460D6375CD57F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D482c16b8b43a3691%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Ds5l49YjV1djtq9s2n4tzmYX5XXU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-8944495327427219015?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=482c16b8b43a3691&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/8944495327427219015/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanessa-da-mata-no-porto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8944495327427219015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8944495327427219015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/vanessa-da-mata-no-porto.html' title='VANESSA DA MATA NO PORTO'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-6710994263184227895</id><published>2009-05-08T18:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T19:09:07.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BOLO DE MAÇÃ E CANELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SgR1K3if2gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/50obQVzy5-o/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333516688281295362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SgR1K3if2gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/50obQVzy5-o/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta é uma receita de uma amiga e fica SEMPRE delicioso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INGREDIENTES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 maçãs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;farinha -10 colheres de sopa (c.s.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;açúcar -8 c.s. rasas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;óleo 4 c.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;leite 6 c.s.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 ovos-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Canela a gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passas a gosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;RECEITA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Cortam-se as maçãs em bocadinhos pequenos para um tupperwear/taça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Juntam-se todos os ingredientes aos pedacinhos de maçã e mexe-se bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Coloca-se a mistura numa forma tipo bolo-inglês untada com manteiga e farinha e leva-se ao forno (120-150º? 15-20min? É mesmo a olho...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-6710994263184227895?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/6710994263184227895/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/bolo-de-maca-e-canela.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6710994263184227895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6710994263184227895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/bolo-de-maca-e-canela.html' title='BOLO DE MAÇÃ E CANELA'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SgR1K3if2gI/AAAAAAAAAFY/50obQVzy5-o/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4041320123450332226</id><published>2009-05-02T01:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:48:10.705+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um milagre em miniatura</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfuYIKtfPiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1159dC-mjk8/s1600-h/400_30_Optoma-Pico-PK101-Pocket-Projector-portable-video-projectors-for-your-latest-PowerPoint-presentation.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfuYIKtfPiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1159dC-mjk8/s320/400_30_Optoma-Pico-PK101-Pocket-Projector-portable-video-projectors-for-your-latest-PowerPoint-presentation.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331021850004635170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O novo projector de vídeo da Optoma cabe num bolso e é ideal para projectar filmes onde e quando quiser.&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas 100 gramas de peso, o novo vídeo projector PicoPK101, da Optoma, parece saído de um filme do 007 - é um milagre da minitorização.&lt;br /&gt;É do tamanho de um telemóvel, mas não teve poupança na tecnologia. Da poderosa fonte de luz conhecida por DLP (digital ligth processing) ao altifalante e bateria recarregável, todos os extras estão incluídos. E tem autonomia suficiente para porjectar filmes durante duas horas, suficiente para deixar ver a maioria das longas metragem sem necessidade de outras fontes d energia. As compatibilidades com os dispositivos a que o vai ligar também estão resolvidas. Além de permitir ligações USB e o uso do vulgar cabo AV (fornecido no pacote de venda), o PK101 pode ser ligado a IPOD, telemóveis, computadores ou consolas de jogos. E em qualquer superfície clara projecta o seu filme favorito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4041320123450332226?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4041320123450332226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-milagre-em-miniatura.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4041320123450332226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4041320123450332226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-milagre-em-miniatura.html' title='Um milagre em miniatura'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfuYIKtfPiI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/1159dC-mjk8/s72-c/400_30_Optoma-Pico-PK101-Pocket-Projector-portable-video-projectors-for-your-latest-PowerPoint-presentation.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5822201951805430017</id><published>2009-05-02T01:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T01:33:07.196+01:00</updated><title type='text'>McMáfia: o crime organizado sem fronteiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfuUoRO-QsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vaDWQPSuLn0/s1600-h/1_1257330_McMafia+baixa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfuUoRO-QsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vaDWQPSuLn0/s320/1_1257330_McMafia+baixa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331018003464995522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim do consumismo e a liberalização dos mercados internacionais teve uma consequência: a globalização do crime organizado. É esse o retrato que o jornalista britânico Misha Glenny traça nesta obra que resulta de três anos de viagens pelos cinco continentes, onde contactou com actores do submundo do crime para registar as suas histórias. Elas incluem as redes de tráfico de armas da Ucrânia, a extorsão do Japão ou o cibercrime no Brasil. É um relato assustador de um negócio que já movimenta 20% do PIB mundial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui uma das sugestões de leitura para quem estiver interessado. O relato assustador contém 472 páginas, por apenas 16€90.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boas leituras!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5822201951805430017?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5822201951805430017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/mcmafia-o-crime-organizado-sem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5822201951805430017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5822201951805430017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/05/mcmafia-o-crime-organizado-sem.html' title='McMáfia: o crime organizado sem fronteiras'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfuUoRO-QsI/AAAAAAAAAFI/vaDWQPSuLn0/s72-c/1_1257330_McMafia+baixa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5627053795882555309</id><published>2009-04-26T20:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:54:58.869+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MAIS UM DOMINGO, MAIS UM SOFÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfS7_2_1aNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cVI6h_V2kD8/s1600-h/sofapreto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfS7_2_1aNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cVI6h_V2kD8/s320/sofapreto.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329090964855548114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5627053795882555309?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5627053795882555309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/mais-um-domingo-mais-um-sofa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5627053795882555309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5627053795882555309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/mais-um-domingo-mais-um-sofa.html' title='MAIS UM DOMINGO, MAIS UM SOFÁ'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfS7_2_1aNI/AAAAAAAAAFA/cVI6h_V2kD8/s72-c/sofapreto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-7665808678314469816</id><published>2009-04-24T20:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T20:25:14.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FOTO - PACHA =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfISETywdSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1PCP2ButGQg/s1600-h/DSCF0406.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfISETywdSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1PCP2ButGQg/s320/DSCF0406.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328341174374659362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se é da idade&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(momento lúdico no blog), mas tenho passado algum tempo a tentar descobrir o que me faz feliz&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ou infeliz&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Escrever &lt;em&gt;normalmente&lt;/em&gt; ajuda-me a clarificar um pouco as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tolices dos meus gatos, dormir muito e bem, ouvir música no carro e cantar no meio do trânsito, abraçar as minhas  irmãs, estra no quarto com a música aos berros, deitar-me no teu colo, ler qualquer coisa interessante, ir ao cinema e rir às gargalhadas nas partes mais absurdas, tomar um banho com água quente e ir-me vestir para o meio dos lençóis, fazer muitas muitas muitas cócegas, ir passear ao frio como se não houvesse mais nada para fazer, fazer o jantar para toda a família, queimar as pontas dos dedos ao descascar castanhas assadas, receber conselhos, acalmar bebés e pô-los a dormir em tempo record, encontrar amigos e perder horas em conversas que só poderia ter mesmo com eles, surpresas das boas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incrivelmente não me lembro de quase nada... São coisas tão pequeninas. Bem mais do que as que me deixam feliz. Chover? Não saber de ti? Não ter tempo para fazer o que gosto? Ficar doente? Não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Porque nos sentimos facilmente tristes e não facilmente felizes?..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-7665808678314469816?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/7665808678314469816/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/foto-pacha.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7665808678314469816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7665808678314469816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/foto-pacha.html' title='FOTO - PACHA =)'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SfISETywdSI/AAAAAAAAAE4/1PCP2ButGQg/s72-c/DSCF0406.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3997458991994594716</id><published>2009-04-21T23:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T23:46:47.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiago Pires garante passaporte para terceira eliminatória</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Se5MykMCM-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/doD-AEy9EhM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327279840817198050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Se5MykMCM-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/doD-AEy9EhM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O surfista Tiago Pires, 24º no "ranking" mundial, garantiu hoje o passaporte para a terceira eliminatória do Estoril Quiksilver Pro, do circuito de qualificação (WQS), após dominar a concorrência na segunda ronda, na praia do Guincho.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de entrar directamente para a segunda eliminatória, "Saca", o primeiro português a competir no Circuito Mundial ASP, com as pontuações de 7,17 e 6,17, num total de 13,34, apesar das ondas desalinhadas, bateu no 1º "heat" o norte-americano Will Tant (8,53), o português Frederico Morais (7,67) e o chileno Manuel Selman (5,40).&lt;br /&gt;Também já qualificados para a segunda eliminatória da prova, que vai decorrer até domingo, nas praias de Carcavelos e Guincho, estão o francês Michael Picon e o espanhol Aritz Aranburu, ambos no 39º lugar mundial, assim como o francês Joan Duru e o brasileiro Leonardo Neves, 7º e 15º do "ranking" WQS, respectivamente.&lt;br /&gt;Sem surpresa, na primeira eliminatória, o luso-alemão Marlon Lipke, também 39º lugar mundial, venceu o 13º "heat", ao obter um resultado de 16,23, com ondas classificadas em 8,50 e 7,73, derrotando o francês Roland Lefeurve (10) e o brasileiro João Gutemberg (6,77).&lt;br /&gt;Antes, o primeiro dos surfistas do Circuito Mundial ASP a competir nas ondas do Guincho foi o francês Tim Boal, 24º do "ranking", que, com a pontuação de 17,27, dominou o 10º "heat" da primeira ronda, batendo o norte-americano Dillon Perillon (13,67), o português Nuno Telmo (8,17) e o alemão Ricardo Lange (5,70).&lt;br /&gt;Entre os portugueses, além de Tiago Pires, já qualificado para a terceira eliminatória, e Frederico Morais, afastado no "heat" de "Saca", estão ainda em prova Ruben Gonzalez, César Rosa, Luís Castanheira, Miguel Ximenes, David Luís, Justin Mujica, Eduardo Fernandes, João Guedes, Vasco Ribeiro e Miguel Mouzinho.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo caminho já ficaram os lusos Thomas Valente, Nuno Silva, David Raimundo, Robertson Gonçalves, Nuno Telmo e Alexandre Ferreira. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;In &lt;a href="http://dn.sapo.pt/Inicio/"&gt;DN&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&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/6081592520813475209-3997458991994594716?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3997458991994594716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiago-pires-garante-passaporte-para.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3997458991994594716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3997458991994594716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiago-pires-garante-passaporte-para.html' title='Tiago Pires garante passaporte para terceira eliminatória'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Se5MykMCM-I/AAAAAAAAAEw/doD-AEy9EhM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5517893695276153813</id><published>2009-04-21T01:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T01:48:39.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SKATE (Rodney Mullen e Daewon Song)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Rodney Mullen e Daewon Song, dois skaters da velha guarda ,protagonizam uma sequela de filmes de skate intutulados "round". Este que vos apresento é o terceiro, sempre com manobras inovadoras e de deixar "louco" qualquer um num estilo suave e muito tecnicista.  Uma grande batalha sem duvida..&lt;/p&gt;Disfrutem :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da205264650c7725" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda205264650c7725%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D145590634B05779D368EF02E9C5DBCF3D7950204.33C1BDACDD89E6915BFB7890F3B629272A98AF00%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda205264650c7725%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxAJaIvuDB8Iz9mHF_d37rfJmJrQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda205264650c7725%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D145590634B05779D368EF02E9C5DBCF3D7950204.33C1BDACDD89E6915BFB7890F3B629272A98AF00%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda205264650c7725%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxAJaIvuDB8Iz9mHF_d37rfJmJrQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5517893695276153813?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=da205264650c7725&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5517893695276153813/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/skate-rodney-mullen-e-daewon-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5517893695276153813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5517893695276153813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/skate-rodney-mullen-e-daewon-song.html' title='SKATE (Rodney Mullen e Daewon Song)'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5482912295119903925</id><published>2009-04-20T23:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:32:38.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'>X fESTA, Cidade de Abrantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Se0EkMnPHNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PcrFy0KP6x8/s1600-h/Liliano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326918954156760274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Se0EkMnPHNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PcrFy0KP6x8/s320/Liliano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este fim-de-semana Abrantes vai entrar em fESTA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irá realizar-se a X edição do fESTA, Festival de Tunas da Cidade de Abrantes.&lt;br /&gt;O encontro terá inicio na sexta-feira, dia 24, com um arraial a partir das 22h, na Praça Raimundo Soares.&lt;br /&gt;No sábado a tarde vai-se realizar o tradicional pasacalles.&lt;br /&gt;A partir das 21h30 o Cine-Teatro S. Pedro recebe a X edição do fESTA.&lt;br /&gt;Num ano de festa as tunas convidadas são:-Instituna-Tum"Acanénica-Tuna Médica de Lisboa-Tuna Templária de Tomar-Vicentuna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os interessados na "ESTATUNA" clique &lt;a href="http://www.estatuna.ipt.pt/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparece e diverte-te ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5482912295119903925?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5482912295119903925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/x-festa-cidade-de-abrantes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5482912295119903925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5482912295119903925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/x-festa-cidade-de-abrantes.html' title='X fESTA, Cidade de Abrantes'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Se0EkMnPHNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/PcrFy0KP6x8/s72-c/Liliano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4723093812985184754</id><published>2009-04-14T20:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:50:35.410+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TOSTAS COM CREME DE BRÓCULOS E QUEIJO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SeToxfuerLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2sDsoS46cVo/s1600-h/broculos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324636596486450354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SeToxfuerLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2sDsoS46cVo/s320/broculos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma ideia para uma entrada deliciosa ....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 250gr de bróculos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 2c. sopa de azeite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 1 gema&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* 50 gr de queijo de ovelha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* tostas integrais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Limpe os bróculos, lave-os e corte-os Às fatias. Afervente-os em água temperada com sal. Triture-os com a varinha mágica, quando ficarem macios, juntando o azeite em fio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adicione, se necessário, um pouco da água da cozedura para creme não ficar demasiado espesso. Junte a gema e o queijo ralado e bata de novo. Deite o creme em taças e sirva com tostas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4723093812985184754?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4723093812985184754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/tostas-com-creme-de-boculos-e-queijo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4723093812985184754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4723093812985184754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/tostas-com-creme-de-boculos-e-queijo.html' title='TOSTAS COM CREME DE BRÓCULOS E QUEIJO'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SeToxfuerLI/AAAAAAAAAEg/2sDsoS46cVo/s72-c/broculos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-1676304990794746501</id><published>2009-04-14T19:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:19:48.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSICALIDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e09f1fc42c06be7a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De09f1fc42c06be7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4609B9147739234F81A7041B0B8D7553F4D3CE9D.3DA3625CA0D3546642A9ED9C30662EAF0A84EF38%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De09f1fc42c06be7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2YNtuqmYc3ZDK_CSbS0-jo1uHr8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De09f1fc42c06be7a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4609B9147739234F81A7041B0B8D7553F4D3CE9D.3DA3625CA0D3546642A9ED9C30662EAF0A84EF38%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De09f1fc42c06be7a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D2YNtuqmYc3ZDK_CSbS0-jo1uHr8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Passo o dia  cantar esta musica =D Viciante! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-1676304990794746501?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e09f1fc42c06be7a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/1676304990794746501/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/musicalidades_14.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1676304990794746501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1676304990794746501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/musicalidades_14.html' title='MUSICALIDADES'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-2031258149632590264</id><published>2009-04-09T20:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:39:54.675+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quem vai passar a pascoa ao Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5O-oRHz3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/F_Lug1kxvQY/s1600-h/restcomercial.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5O-oRHz3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/F_Lug1kxvQY/s320/restcomercial.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322778647466594162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um golpe palaciano. Um encontro entre o passado e o presente, num ambiente de requinte, que nos trasporta pelos caminhos da imaginação. Situado no coração do palácio da Bolsa, "O Comercial", apresenta-nos uma cozinha tipicamente mediterrânea com traços de modernidade e de fusão. Ali podemos experimentar autênticas especialidades. De entre as muitas sugestões, encontramos perna de cordeiro argentino em vinho do Douro, ervas aromáticas e fruta, acompanhada por batatas sauteé e legumes da horta. Como cartão de visita tem um copo de vinho rose ou Porto tónico, servido no bar de boas vindas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurante"O Comercial", Palácio da Bolsa, R. Ferreira Borges, Porto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-2031258149632590264?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/2031258149632590264/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-quem-vai-passar-pascoa-ao-porto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/2031258149632590264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/2031258149632590264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-quem-vai-passar-pascoa-ao-porto.html' title='Para quem vai passar a pascoa ao Porto'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5O-oRHz3I/AAAAAAAAAEY/F_Lug1kxvQY/s72-c/restcomercial.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-6515093614360395437</id><published>2009-04-09T20:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:40:19.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quem vai passar a pascoa a Lisboa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5Mp6BHrjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uOyzpz123NU/s1600-h/talheres.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5Mp6BHrjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uOyzpz123NU/s320/talheres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322776092430806578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arte à mesa. Um pedaço de arte à mesa é a sugestão. Vizinho da frente do Museu de Arte Antiga, marca a diferença pelo ambiente tranquilo e simples, inspirado nas antigas tascas. Pode deliciar-se com algumas das especialidades que fazem com que quem por lá passe queira lá voltar. Nas entradas opte por um queijo de cabra com mel e nozes. Como prato principal, entre muitas outras tentações, o mais pedido é mesmo o bacalhau à Art Antiga e o peito de pato. Feche a refeição com um fabuloso bolo de chocolate. Se levar carro pode estacionar no parqueamento mesmo ao lado do museu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurante"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt; Art Antiga&lt;/span&gt;" ; Rua das Janelas Verdes, 118, Lisboa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-6515093614360395437?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/6515093614360395437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-quem-vem-passar-pascoa-lisboa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6515093614360395437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6515093614360395437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-quem-vem-passar-pascoa-lisboa.html' title='Para quem vai passar a pascoa a Lisboa'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5Mp6BHrjI/AAAAAAAAAEI/uOyzpz123NU/s72-c/talheres.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-6160599914511210634</id><published>2009-04-09T19:59:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:41:00.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para quem vêm passar a pascoa ao meu querido Algarve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5M02WkWkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5m9_tDJHHKk/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5M02WkWkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5m9_tDJHHKk/s320/11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322776280425585218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo uma sugestão de um  jantar diferente, num refúgio de charme, o espaço  é acolhedor, é único.&lt;br /&gt;A casa é feita de madeira, em combinações com pedra.&lt;br /&gt;A decoração inunda a vista que se perde pelos detalhes. Há luxo e há charme também. Romance e luzes de velas.&lt;br /&gt;Há lagostins com endívia ao limão e há lombinhos de vitela de leite com suave sabayon de duas mostardas e mel. Há ainda vieiras da costa algarvia com funcho e absinto. A cozinha marca a diferença, a base da confecção é francesa mas com um toque exótico do Brasil.&lt;br /&gt;Divirtam-se =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restaurante "&lt;a href="http://www.henriqueleis.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Henrique Leis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" , em Vale Formoso-Almancil)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-6160599914511210634?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/6160599914511210634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-quem-vem-passar-pascoa-ao-meu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6160599914511210634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6160599914511210634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-quem-vem-passar-pascoa-ao-meu.html' title='Para quem vêm passar a pascoa ao meu querido Algarve'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd5M02WkWkI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/5m9_tDJHHKk/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4923064284919893886</id><published>2009-04-08T23:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:26:56.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MUSICALIDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd0yuDQOswI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W-P8ABJdey0/s1600-h/Mayra+Andrade+no+S.Luiz+Foto.Jos%C3%A9+frade+324.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 227px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd0yuDQOswI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W-P8ABJdey0/s320/Mayra+Andrade+no+S.Luiz+Foto.Jos%C3%A9+frade+324.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322466101350544130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayra Andrade está de regresso aos palcos portugueses no próximo mês de junho, para apresentar o seu mais recente trabalho. Depois do sucesso de "Navega", o seu albúm de estreia, a cantora tem um novo disco que conta com a produção de Alé Siqueira e  arranjos de Jacques Morelenbaum. Para a tornée portuguesa estão já confirmados vários concertos, no Coliseu do Porto, no dia 4 de Junho, no Centro de Artes do Espetáculo de Portulagre, no dia 6, no Centro Cultural de Belém, em lisboa, no dia 7 e no Centro Cultural e de Congressos no dia 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os mais curiosos : &lt;a href="http://www.mayra-andrade.com/pt/accueil.php"&gt;http://www.mayra-andrade.com/pt/accueil.php &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4923064284919893886?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4923064284919893886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/musicalidades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4923064284919893886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4923064284919893886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/04/musicalidades.html' title='MUSICALIDADES'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sd0yuDQOswI/AAAAAAAAAD4/W-P8ABJdey0/s72-c/Mayra+Andrade+no+S.Luiz+Foto.Jos%C3%A9+frade+324.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3434864921297136186</id><published>2009-03-31T22:44:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T23:56:51.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só pa quem tem bom ouvido !&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fd3c17c2d6f095d9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd3c17c2d6f095d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31948D16662DBB4F43DC653007287AD2B80CA24B.224A70E403AE1F34983158598A929DF7C1E8F1C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd3c17c2d6f095d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI4AUB6Zsus9XLLG2PoWJa03QYS8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfd3c17c2d6f095d9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331671910%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D31948D16662DBB4F43DC653007287AD2B80CA24B.224A70E403AE1F34983158598A929DF7C1E8F1C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfd3c17c2d6f095d9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DI4AUB6Zsus9XLLG2PoWJa03QYS8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3434864921297136186?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fd3c17c2d6f095d9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3434864921297136186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos_31.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3434864921297136186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3434864921297136186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos_31.html' title='MOMENTOS'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5806161558756203382</id><published>2009-03-31T21:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:03:05.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>31/03/2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SdKE9xyBehI/AAAAAAAAADw/xZmCbH1BBqQ/s1600-h/polar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319460306748013074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SdKE9xyBehI/AAAAAAAAADw/xZmCbH1BBqQ/s320/polar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje faz exactamente três anos... =S&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doi muito lembrar! Vou sempre me questionar "porquê tu?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre foste e sempre serás o meu orgulho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje dedico a postagem ao meu Pai que é a minha Estrela Polar, que me indica sempre o Norte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5806161558756203382?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5806161558756203382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/31032009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5806161558756203382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5806161558756203382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/31032009.html' title='31/03/2009'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SdKE9xyBehI/AAAAAAAAADw/xZmCbH1BBqQ/s72-c/polar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-7602042602619002385</id><published>2009-03-29T20:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:11:20.235+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DOMINGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sc_HpnT8ktI/AAAAAAAAADo/i_f6AkZch8c/s1600-h/togo_lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318689202689053394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sc_HpnT8ktI/AAAAAAAAADo/i_f6AkZch8c/s320/togo_lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal como não poderia deixar de ser, mais um Domingo mais um sofá =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É super confortavél e é verde =D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-7602042602619002385?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/7602042602619002385/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/domingo_29.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7602042602619002385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/7602042602619002385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/domingo_29.html' title='DOMINGO'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sc_HpnT8ktI/AAAAAAAAADo/i_f6AkZch8c/s72-c/togo_lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-6956113415920466148</id><published>2009-03-29T00:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-29T00:17:06.991Z</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sc693FRzbOI/AAAAAAAAADg/l2blYDWrhF0/s1600-h/golfinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318396963978439906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sc693FRzbOI/AAAAAAAAADg/l2blYDWrhF0/s320/golfinhos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Descobri-a por acaso. Mas prendeu-me a atenção: &lt;a href="http://www.vertigemazul.com/"&gt;Vertigem Azul&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta empresa dedica-se ao Turismo de Natureza e promove diversas actividades com golfinhos.«A grandeza de uma nação e o seu processo moral, pode ser medido pelo modo como os seus animais são tratados.»&lt;br /&gt;Mahatma Gandhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É só esperar pelo bom tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-6956113415920466148?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/6956113415920466148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6956113415920466148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/6956113415920466148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos_29.html' title='MOMENTOS'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Sc693FRzbOI/AAAAAAAAADg/l2blYDWrhF0/s72-c/golfinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-1321719227025677671</id><published>2009-03-27T00:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T01:00:17.099Z</updated><title type='text'>DOCES PECADOS CASEIROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Scwk-duIy9I/AAAAAAAAADY/leEUbbvD_vs/s1600-h/cheesecake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317665915566345170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Scwk-duIy9I/AAAAAAAAADY/leEUbbvD_vs/s320/cheesecake1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEMI-FRIO DE FRAMBOESA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*meio pacote de bolacha Maria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*2 pacotes de natas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*1 lata de leite condensada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*6 folhas de gelatina incolor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;*compota de framboesa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Preparação&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Pique as bolachas e coloque-as no fundo de uma tarteira (daquelas cujos bordos se soltam). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;2. Bata as natas, sem açúcar, até ficarem bem grossas, e junte o leite condensado ao qual já misturou a gelatina, previamente dissolvida e diluída num pouco de água quente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;3. Bata esta mistura mais um pouco e coloque na tarteira por cima da bolacha picada. Cubra com a compota de framboesa e leve ao frigorífico durante umas horas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;4. Desenforme e sirva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;5. Nota: Se a compota estiver muito grossa e se se tornar difícil de espalhar, junte-lhe um pouco de água quente para amolecer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-1321719227025677671?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/1321719227025677671/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/doces-pecados-caseiros_27.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1321719227025677671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1321719227025677671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/doces-pecados-caseiros_27.html' title='DOCES PECADOS CASEIROS'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Scwk-duIy9I/AAAAAAAAADY/leEUbbvD_vs/s72-c/cheesecake1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-92829913572360443</id><published>2009-03-27T00:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:48:56.298Z</updated><title type='text'>MUSICALIDADES</title><content type='html'>Não me canso....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/92829913572360443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/musicalidades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/92829913572360443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/92829913572360443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/musicalidades.html' title='MUSICALIDADES'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-492037914613633838</id><published>2009-03-27T00:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T00:17:01.320Z</updated><title type='text'>IN E OUT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos2.hi5.com/0017/321/057/UH1l65321057-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 650px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 487px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos2.hi5.com/0017/321/057/UH1l65321057-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IN&lt;/strong&gt; (Tudo o que contribui para a minha fase maníaca)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chocolate (TWIX! Satisfaz duas vezes...), dançar muito, os teus lábios no meu pescoço, o céu azul, apanhar sol, acabar um livro, acertar à primeira, receber um elogio, a véspera de uma viagem, uma festa há muito desejada, berrar de alegria, parvalheira total, voltar a casa, um abraço sincero, um dia bem passado, comida chinesa, uma montanha-russa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUT&lt;/strong&gt; (Tudo o que contribui para a minha fase depressiva)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Chuva, duche de água fria, planos falhados, nódoas de tinta na roupa nova, avarias no computador, ver a matéria a acumular-se, saber que tão cedo não te vou ver, ouvir sermões, sentir-me feia, parar no tempo e espaço, não ter tempo para quem quero, adiamentos sucessivos, avaliações , dores de cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-492037914613633838?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/492037914613633838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-e-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/492037914613633838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/492037914613633838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/in-e-out.html' title='IN E OUT'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5051048532135513393</id><published>2009-03-24T17:06:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:12:29.603Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA DO ESTUDANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SckUcqgKB3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YPtskSDUV5Q/s1600-h/dia_estudante_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316803317765638002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/SckUcqgKB3I/AAAAAAAAADQ/YPtskSDUV5Q/s320/dia_estudante_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Muitos não sabem ou já não se recordam das razões que identificam o dia 24 de Março como o Dia do Estudante.&lt;br /&gt;Foi a data escolhida pela Assembleia da República quando em 1987 fixou o Dia do Estudante, mas para&lt;br /&gt;compreender a sua origem teríamos de recuar bastante no tempo, nomeadamente à crise académica de 1962.&lt;br /&gt;Foram tempos em que os Estudantes, principalmente os dirigentes associativos, sofreram bastante para que hoje&lt;br /&gt;possamos assistir e/ou participar em manifestações livres das reivindicações dos Estudantes, quer se concorde ou&lt;br /&gt;não com todas elas, num ambiente democrático de respeito pelos nossos direitos, liberdades e garantias.&lt;br /&gt;As lutas levadas a cabo no passado pelos nossos colegas são diferentes das que travamos actualmente, mas&lt;br /&gt;ambas tem a mesma finalidade; defender os interesses dos Estudantes!&lt;br /&gt;Suspensões, espancamentos, detenções, instauração de processos disciplinares e a correspondente suspensão,&lt;br /&gt;etc... sofridas pelos primeiros dirigentes associativos do pais, foram o resultado de políticas desajustadas para o&lt;br /&gt;ensino praticadas pelo Governo e sua habitual inflexibilidade para com as questões associativas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas os dirigentes associativos sempre tiveram os seu representados a seu lado, eram unidos e todos lutavam para&lt;br /&gt;o mesmo lado demonstrando um espírito de união e solidariedade sem precedentes.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando a esta distância, parece desenhar-se uma sombra de ironia sobre estes acontecimentos por ter sido a&lt;br /&gt;tentativa autoritária do Governo de controlar as associações que ajudou a que os estudantes se unissem e&lt;br /&gt;empreendessem uma luta pela preservação das suas associações como um espaço de genuína democracia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje as lutas são outras, também a solidariedade e espírito de união é diferente, mas os dirigentes associativos&lt;br /&gt;continuam a lutar pelos interesses de todos nós, de todos os Estudantes, sempre com o objectivo de deixar ao&lt;br /&gt;próximo melhores condições do que aquelas que encontrou ou que tem.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, hoje comemora este dia recordando o que os nosso colegas fizeram para que tenhamos o que temos, e&lt;br /&gt;reflecte no que podes fazer para melhorar o que tens.&lt;br /&gt;Lutamos pelo Ensino Superior Público tendencialmente gratuito, com qualidade e ao alcance de todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5051048532135513393?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5051048532135513393/comments/default' 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/&gt;Reserve&lt;br /&gt;Corte as bananas em tiras na horizontal e reserve&lt;br /&gt;Para montar, unte o pirex com molho de tomate, comece por uma camada de banana, uma camada de mussarela, uma camada de carne desfiada, uma camada de molho de tomate e uma camada de presunto&lt;br /&gt;Repita até encher o pirex, cubra com queijo mussarela no final&lt;br /&gt;Leve ao forno em temperatura de 180°, por 40 minutos&lt;br /&gt;Sirva com uma salada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva mais ou menos 50mint., e dá para seis pessoas ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliciem-se!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-9089944283741547795?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/9089944283741547795/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/lasanha-de-banana-daterra-com-carne.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/9089944283741547795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/9089944283741547795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/lasanha-de-banana-daterra-com-carne.html' title='LASANHA DE BANANA DATERRA COM CARNE SECA'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4159255122827887102</id><published>2009-03-22T20:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:39:36.427Z</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Scah3PO4dNI/AAAAAAAAADI/DGQGuCRNI34/s1600-h/contagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316114380511278290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Scah3PO4dNI/AAAAAAAAADI/DGQGuCRNI34/s320/contagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou em contagem decrescente para abraçar o meu Algrve!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pascoa precisa-se!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4159255122827887102?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4159255122827887102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4159255122827887102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4159255122827887102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/momentos.html' title='MOMENTOS'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/Scah3PO4dNI/AAAAAAAAADI/DGQGuCRNI34/s72-c/contagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3891628730063422317</id><published>2009-03-22T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T20:36:42.176Z</updated><title type='text'>DOMINGO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScahPnb6HZI/AAAAAAAAADA/qe4QdSfBzrw/s1600-h/sofa_inusitado_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316113699813596562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScahPnb6HZI/AAAAAAAAADA/qe4QdSfBzrw/s320/sofa_inusitado_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Domingo é dia de sofá. Portanto aqui fica um super giro, que vou apontar na lista de prendas para o Natal =D hehehe &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Adoro vacas !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3891628730063422317?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3891628730063422317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/domingo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3891628730063422317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3891628730063422317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/domingo.html' title='DOMINGO'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScahPnb6HZI/AAAAAAAAADA/qe4QdSfBzrw/s72-c/sofa_inusitado_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3761480670497547940</id><published>2009-03-20T15:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:54:20.233Z</updated><title type='text'>MAIS QUE MIL PALAVRAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScO8IOid9dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hZWs-j6Nngc/s1600-h/patinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315298834754958802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScO8IOid9dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hZWs-j6Nngc/s320/patinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sou má, muito má! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3761480670497547940?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3761480670497547940/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-que-mil-palavras_20.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3761480670497547940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3761480670497547940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-que-mil-palavras_20.html' title='MAIS QUE MIL PALAVRAS'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScO8IOid9dI/AAAAAAAAAC4/hZWs-j6Nngc/s72-c/patinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-8078476477496003560</id><published>2009-03-20T14:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:05:27.275Z</updated><title type='text'>PRIMAVERA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScOwcvp8YaI/AAAAAAAAACw/kEsXpMkLLI0/s1600-h/primvera.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315285993102533026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScOwcvp8YaI/AAAAAAAAACw/kEsXpMkLLI0/s320/primvera.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;IN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos na Primavera mesmo que não pareça, as noites cheiram a Verão, viajamos sem marcações feitas, ficamos horas e horas no sofá, rimos sem saber bem porquê, cantamos no duche bem mais que o habitual, dançamos agarrados e isso sabe bem, está a chover e parece que o céu está azul, andamos Kms e não nos importamos, descobrimos que somos orientados no espaço, andamos contentinhos, as calças ficam-nos largas, e as meias têm dedinhos, falamos de maneira esquisita e não faz mal, o gato já pula pela casa, as refeições passam-se entre gargalhadas sonoras, descobrem-se novos caminhos, os amigos estão sempre connosco, o som da guitarra enche a casa.&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O gato arranha-nos sempre na cara e deixa marca, as horas passam a correr e não nos apercebemos, apanhamos multas de estacionamento e elas eventualmente têm que ser pagas, a casa fica sempre longe demais ou então a vontade de regressar é pouca, a chuva põe-nos o cabelo tipo bruxa, os amigos estão longe, o calendário está sobrecarregado, o cartucho de tinta acabou e não há mais, os dossiers acumulam-se, trazemos sempre a carteira pesada demais, não há tempo para nada, comemos chocolate a mais devido a carências afectivas, adormecemos antes da primeira página e os livros tornam-se intermináveis, as arrumações nunca mais acabam, andamos longe de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E depois?! Sorri e suspira à vontade: faz parte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-8078476477496003560?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/8078476477496003560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/primavera.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8078476477496003560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/8078476477496003560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/primavera.html' title='PRIMAVERA'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScOwcvp8YaI/AAAAAAAAACw/kEsXpMkLLI0/s72-c/primvera.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4316162374628402795</id><published>2009-03-19T23:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:10:22.250Z</updated><title type='text'>DOCES PECADOS CASEIROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScLXMcleC9I/AAAAAAAAACg/HihH7V-Coq4/s1600-h/clip-image00213.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315047119082359762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScLXMcleC9I/AAAAAAAAACg/HihH7V-Coq4/s320/clip-image00213.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 11" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */  @font-face 	{font-family:"Trebuchet MS"; 	panose-1:2 11 6 3 2 2 2 2 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:swiss; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:647 0 0 0 159 0;}  /* Style Definitions 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style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ingredientes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;125g de açúcar&lt;br /&gt;75g de farinha&lt;br /&gt;1 colher de chá de fermento em pó&lt;br /&gt;3 ovos&lt;br /&gt;2 colheres de sopa de leite&lt;br /&gt;1kg de maçã descascada e fatiada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modo de preparação&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntar o açúcar, a farinha, o fermento, os ovos e o leite e mexer muito bem. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;A massa fica semi-líquida, não se preocupem.&lt;br /&gt;Untem e polvilhem com farinha uma forma para tarte e coloquem aí massa.&lt;br /&gt;Por cima, disponham a maçã.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ao forno a 175º durante cerca de 40 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Super fácil ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4316162374628402795?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScLXMcleC9I/AAAAAAAAACg/HihH7V-Coq4/s72-c/clip-image00213.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5185878591063349406</id><published>2009-03-19T22:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:20:55.377Z</updated><title type='text'>SER PORTUGUES É:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LEVAR ARROZ DE FRANGO PARA A PRAIA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GUARDAR AS CUECAS VELHAS PARA POLIR O CARRO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LAVAR O CARRO NA RUA, AO DOMINGO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TER PELO MENOS DUAS CAMISAS  TRAFICADAS DA LACOSTE E UMA DA TOMMY (DE COR AMARELO-CANÁRIO E  AZUL-CUECA). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PASSAR O DOMINGO NO SHOPPING. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TIRAR A CERA DOS OUVIDOS COM A CHAVE DO CARRO OU COM A TAMPA DA ESFEROGRÁFICA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;VIAJAR PARA CU DE JUDAS E ENCONTRAR OUTRO TUGA  NO RESTAURANTE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;RECEBER VISITAS E IR LOGO MOSTRAR A CASA TODA.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ENFEITAR AS ESTANTES DA SALA COM AS PRENDAS DO CASAMENTO.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;AXAXINAR O PORTUGUEX AO ESKREVER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;GASTAR 50  MIL EUROS NO MERCEDES C220 CDI, MAS NÃO COMPRAR O KIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;MÃOS-LIVRES,  PORQUE É CARO. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JÁ TER IDO Á  BRUXA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FILHOS BAPTIZADOS E DE CATECISMO NA MÃO, MAS NUNCA VÃO À IGREJA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;NÃO SER RACISTA, MAS ABRIR UMA EXCEPÇÃO COM OS CIGANOS.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;IR DE CARRO PARA TODO O LADO, ACONTEÇA O QUE ACONTECER, E  PELO MENOS, A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;500 METROS DE CASA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;CONDUZIR SEMPRE PELA  FAIXA DA ESQUERDA DA AUTO-ESTRADA (A DA DIREITA É&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PARA OS CAMIÕES).  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;COMETER 3 INFRACÇÕES AO CÓDIGO DA ESTRADA, POR QUILÓMETROPERCORRIDO!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;TER TRÊS TELEMÓVEIS. GASTAR UMA FORTUNA NO  TELEMÓVEL MAS PENSAR DUAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;VEZES ANTES DE IR AO DENTISTA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;VIVER EM CASA DOS PAIS ATÉ AOS 30 ANOS OU MAIS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;SER  MAL ATENDIDO NUM SERVIÇO, FICAR LIXADO DA VIDA, MAS NÃO RECLAMAR POR ESCRITO PORQUE NÃO SE QUER ABORRECER. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;FALAR MAL DO GOVERNO  ELEITO E ESQUECER-SE QUE VOTOU NELE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5185878591063349406?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5185878591063349406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/ser-portugues-e.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5185878591063349406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5185878591063349406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/ser-portugues-e.html' title='SER PORTUGUES É:'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3711168743014082592</id><published>2009-03-19T00:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:21:20.840Z</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGOESXwpJI/AAAAAAAAACY/5UQuKPYugsk/s1600-h/sorris.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314685239576011922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 208px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGOESXwpJI/AAAAAAAAACY/5UQuKPYugsk/s320/sorris.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hoje inicio uma rubrica chama-se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TOP&lt;/span&gt; 10 - tema a tema.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Corro o risco de me repetir (não sou assim tão imaginativa e quando gosto, gosto...) e por isso deixo já as minhas desculpas a quem por aqui passar.Iniciando a lista&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1-Mais do que sorrir, gargalhar                                                                                                                 2-Abraçar forte forte                                                                                                                                  3-Espreguiçar de manhã                                                                                                                            4-Andar de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bicicleta&lt;/span&gt; aos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;zigue&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;zagues&lt;/span&gt;                                                                                                      5-Sentir o vento forte na cara                                                                                                                    6-Beijar-te o pescoço                                                                                                                                 7-Lamber os dedos que ficam cheios de doce de alguma coisa que comi                                                                                                                                                               8-Rebolar pela areia                                                                                                                                    9-Sentir o calor do sol                                                                                                                               10-Dormir &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;encostadinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sem dúvida o primeiro!&lt;/p&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/6081592520813475209-3711168743014082592?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3711168743014082592/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-10.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3711168743014082592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3711168743014082592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/top-10.html' title='TOP 10'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGOESXwpJI/AAAAAAAAACY/5UQuKPYugsk/s72-c/sorris.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-3649833161236111350</id><published>2009-03-18T23:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T00:00:33.802Z</updated><title type='text'>Mais que mil palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGLFxvHhrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PYDrgQ27anw/s1600-h/Zinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314681966640465586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGLFxvHhrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PYDrgQ27anw/s320/Zinho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem resiste?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-3649833161236111350?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/3649833161236111350/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-que-mil-palavras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3649833161236111350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/3649833161236111350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-que-mil-palavras.html' title='Mais que mil palavras'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGLFxvHhrI/AAAAAAAAACQ/PYDrgQ27anw/s72-c/Zinho.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-5663985995451469453</id><published>2009-03-18T23:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:56:54.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Na 1ª pessoa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGKPkJeOlI/AAAAAAAAACI/W_34iGsFYQs/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314681035279972946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGKPkJeOlI/AAAAAAAAACI/W_34iGsFYQs/s320/untitled.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já perdi a conta às vezes que nos últimos tempos ouvi a expressão "devido de que". Nunca tal tinha ouvido e agora não páram de me dizer :&lt;br /&gt;Estava assim mais para o cansada talvez devido de que andasse a trabalhar mais.&lt;br /&gt;ou&lt;br /&gt;Chateei-me devido de que ouvi coisas que não queria.&lt;br /&gt;ou ainda&lt;br /&gt;Ela ficou assim devido de que não sei bem porquê.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero dar o ar de snob ou de nariz arrebitado, mas há mínimos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Devido de que não é sequer um mínimo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-5663985995451469453?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/5663985995451469453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-1-pessoa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5663985995451469453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/5663985995451469453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/na-1-pessoa.html' title='Na 1ª pessoa!'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScGKPkJeOlI/AAAAAAAAACI/W_34iGsFYQs/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-1517892845781683326</id><published>2009-03-17T22:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:03:29.311Z</updated><title type='text'>DOCES PECADOS CASEIROS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bolo de Chocolate!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 &lt;strong&gt;Ovos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 de uma taça almoçadeira de &lt;strong&gt;Farinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 de uma taça almoçadeira de &lt;strong&gt;Açúcar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/4 de uma taça almoçadeira de &lt;strong&gt;Chocolate em pó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 chávena de chá de &lt;strong&gt;Óleo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 colher de café de &lt;strong&gt;Fermento em pó&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preparação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bater as gemas com o açúcar MUITO bem.&lt;br /&gt;Adicionar a farinha, o fermento, o chocolate em pó e o óleo.&lt;br /&gt;Juntar, mexendo sempre, as claras batidas em castelo.&lt;br /&gt;Aquecer o forno.&lt;br /&gt;Untar (com margarina e polvilhar com farinha) uma forma alta com furo no meio, e colocar a massa.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ao forno a 175ºC durante cerca de 40 min. Ir verificando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;Com uma cobertura de chocolate fica divinal! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204); TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Deliciem-se =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="COLOR: rgb(204,204,204)"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN" &gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br style="PAGE-BREAK-BEFORE: always" clear="all"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-1517892845781683326?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/1517892845781683326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/doces-pecados-caseiros.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1517892845781683326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/1517892845781683326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/doces-pecados-caseiros.html' title='DOCES PECADOS CASEIROS'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-2395340628121480089</id><published>2009-03-17T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:41:59.013Z</updated><title type='text'>PURO PLÁGIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAlKl5fOSI/AAAAAAAAABw/V1rVP6-VsCw/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAlKl5fOSI/AAAAAAAAABw/V1rVP6-VsCw/s320/untitled.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314288424199338274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;" class="post-title"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fermina Daza estava na cozinha a provar a sopa do  jantar quando ouviu o grito horrorizado de Digna Pardo e o alvoroço da criadagem  e logo o da vizinhança. Atirou a colher para o lado e tentou correr como podia  com o invencível peso da sua idade, aos gritos como uma louca sem saber ainda o  que é que se passava sob os ramos da mangueira, e o coração partiu-se-lhe ao ver  o seu homem estendido ao comprido na lama, já morto em vida, mas resistinho  ainda um último minuto ao golpe final da morte para dar-lhe tempo a chegar.  Chegou a reconhecê-la no meio da confusão, através das lágrimas da dor única de  morrer sem ela, olhou-a pela última vez para todo o sempre, com os olhos mais  luminosos, mais tristes e mais agradecidos que ela jamais lhe vira em meio  século de vida em comum, conseguindo dizer-lhe com o último  suspiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;div class="post-body"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: normal;"&gt;- Só Deus sabe quanto te amei.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor  nos tempos de cólera&lt;/em&gt;, de Gabriel Garcia Márquez&lt;strong&gt;  - &lt;/strong&gt;Um livro único.Aconselho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://folhasdepapel.wordpress.com/2008/07/07/leituras-de-verao/"&gt;(Foto)&lt;/a&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/6081592520813475209-2395340628121480089?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/2395340628121480089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/puro-plagio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/2395340628121480089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/2395340628121480089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/puro-plagio.html' title='PURO PLÁGIO'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAlKl5fOSI/AAAAAAAAABw/V1rVP6-VsCw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6081592520813475209.post-4162771008899427961</id><published>2009-03-17T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-17T22:24:39.107Z</updated><title type='text'>INICIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.paulorobsonluz.com/blog/?tag=primeiro-post"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAis6OSoJI/AAAAAAAAABo/C4IgWPvKwSY/s320/number_one.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314285715235971218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter um blog está na moda!&lt;br /&gt;Como este blog se inicia hoje, vou tentar defini-lo ao longo do tempo e deixar que ele se revele.&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a moda esteja para durar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6081592520813475209-4162771008899427961?l=nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/feeds/4162771008899427961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/inicio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4162771008899427961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6081592520813475209/posts/default/4162771008899427961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nadaquesepareca.blogspot.com/2009/03/inicio.html' title='INICIO'/><author><name>...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12382849548669694170</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAbQ4WZRsI/AAAAAAAAABI/aRImDr6R6EI/S220/DSCF3711.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kcpt-nS3w2E/ScAis6OSoJI/AAAAAAAAABo/C4IgWPvKwSY/s72-c/number_one.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
