<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 06 Nov 2024 02:56:40 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Quarenta e Sete</title><description></description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (47)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle/><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-9002140095445402697</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 23:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-20T00:59:59.197+01:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDOknxT0PPgJ6CxLZc5V2uglX4ux8zL57M-3ThFHKTk8M2Cl3cVQrvDtmfQ3TOU36bBY2xCiaxpjLohOA_sECrMciTyGZOS64Fw28OVIuRVdFcWU_4LRWZlxViAlVI6POZbPkkkbpbOHd/s1600/Parati.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDOknxT0PPgJ6CxLZc5V2uglX4ux8zL57M-3ThFHKTk8M2Cl3cVQrvDtmfQ3TOU36bBY2xCiaxpjLohOA_sECrMciTyGZOS64Fw28OVIuRVdFcWU_4LRWZlxViAlVI6POZbPkkkbpbOHd/s400/Parati.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto me bem contigo, até á lua e voltar!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/sinto-me-bem-contigo-ate-lua-e-voltar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYDOknxT0PPgJ6CxLZc5V2uglX4ux8zL57M-3ThFHKTk8M2Cl3cVQrvDtmfQ3TOU36bBY2xCiaxpjLohOA_sECrMciTyGZOS64Fw28OVIuRVdFcWU_4LRWZlxViAlVI6POZbPkkkbpbOHd/s72-c/Parati.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-8920093480982109268</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Jul 2010 23:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-20T00:54:39.809+01:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjoa9oFPhSMUKMKe84OzL0ojDDOohNfjwy9pRrKbcgtosvRpcLGFOEo4ozOyJOJpbtQwjSOt0hYECFAQp04Jl8KcK3wQziP1oRFb5lCrbBm__uzH2eNbcP4kLi9G-XUqgLLZC39SUsQ8v/s1600/guinea-pig---tan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjoa9oFPhSMUKMKe84OzL0ojDDOohNfjwy9pRrKbcgtosvRpcLGFOEo4ozOyJOJpbtQwjSOt0hYECFAQp04Jl8KcK3wQziP1oRFb5lCrbBm__uzH2eNbcP4kLi9G-XUqgLLZC39SUsQ8v/s320/guinea-pig---tan.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-sigo-o-47-e-gosto.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfjoa9oFPhSMUKMKe84OzL0ojDDOohNfjwy9pRrKbcgtosvRpcLGFOEo4ozOyJOJpbtQwjSOt0hYECFAQp04Jl8KcK3wQziP1oRFb5lCrbBm__uzH2eNbcP4kLi9G-XUqgLLZC39SUsQ8v/s72-c/guinea-pig---tan.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-6629135437183929674</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 23:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-20T00:32:58.310+01:00</atom:updated><title>A dois...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aquela &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;felicidade&lt;/span&gt; de poder partilhar &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;momentos&lt;/span&gt; a dois, com quem realmente nos é &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;especial&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;parecendo que tudo pára, tudo congela perante o &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;evidente&lt;/span&gt;. O tempo não passa, mas deixa ficar os segundos que fogem, com o &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;brilho nos olhos&lt;/span&gt;, fazendo sentir que &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;pertence-mos&lt;/span&gt; ali, que o nosso &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;lar&lt;/span&gt; não passa do sitio onde nos &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;sentimos&lt;/span&gt; bem e não a terra onde nascemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A quem lhe chame &lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HYVJ6yf-l_CmKVfnLmL1T31rO7nvD0__x_zE6-wCPRHQ_t0cPV9hAXV2rhWtzR19bA-4-M6rPi-4ooZm10jXiLGG2m__Or4SPjhd5lAfEcFhj5uqxhACEri_3TL3j78uoQBlEGvzrgr7/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HYVJ6yf-l_CmKVfnLmL1T31rO7nvD0__x_zE6-wCPRHQ_t0cPV9hAXV2rhWtzR19bA-4-M6rPi-4ooZm10jXiLGG2m__Or4SPjhd5lAfEcFhj5uqxhACEri_3TL3j78uoQBlEGvzrgr7/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/dois.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2HYVJ6yf-l_CmKVfnLmL1T31rO7nvD0__x_zE6-wCPRHQ_t0cPV9hAXV2rhWtzR19bA-4-M6rPi-4ooZm10jXiLGG2m__Or4SPjhd5lAfEcFhj5uqxhACEri_3TL3j78uoQBlEGvzrgr7/s72-c/untitled.bmp" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-1569658379972069296</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 01:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T04:22:42.080+01:00</atom:updated><title>O vento é nosso inimigo</title><description>Lavar as mãos com sabão &lt;br /&gt;
Comer pão com azeitonas &lt;br /&gt;
Ter a cama junto duma parede branca, &lt;br /&gt;
onde eu possa encostar as mãos, &lt;br /&gt;
e sentir fresco.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vem depois o vento, e leva-nos &lt;br /&gt;
E só deixa ficar a recordação. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Raul de Carvalho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8nTxVDcSpHQOM1pyoEYRhx6Ml_GMtNO7G4p6TN2Goqkzyu2ozWS3Zzb9Bp2qp10UfF8T24S4YNKUu6P1YI5JWUzFHvEQztBedGnYslCglwka1xTA6y6J6qWtoDDUbb9ccnGRwSvP2FgG/s1600/24_00022_velhinha_PB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8nTxVDcSpHQOM1pyoEYRhx6Ml_GMtNO7G4p6TN2Goqkzyu2ozWS3Zzb9Bp2qp10UfF8T24S4YNKUu6P1YI5JWUzFHvEQztBedGnYslCglwka1xTA6y6J6qWtoDDUbb9ccnGRwSvP2FgG/s320/24_00022_velhinha_PB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Essa&amp;nbsp;passagem de 90 Primaveras, não foi como simples vento, deixou grandes e marcadas recordações, que ficam a perduram em memórias como se da cál da parede, do pial onde sentada por horas a fio, sentias a brisa quente de final de dia passar, mas não a prendias, para que outros conseguissem senti-la também.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigado por todo o carinho, de velhinha sábia, que me deixaste, ainda cachopo de idade, para agora conseguir sentir, esse calor alentejano, que se guarda no coração. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descansa em paz...como o vento!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/o-vento-e-nosso-inimigo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ8nTxVDcSpHQOM1pyoEYRhx6Ml_GMtNO7G4p6TN2Goqkzyu2ozWS3Zzb9Bp2qp10UfF8T24S4YNKUu6P1YI5JWUzFHvEQztBedGnYslCglwka1xTA6y6J6qWtoDDUbb9ccnGRwSvP2FgG/s72-c/24_00022_velhinha_PB.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-746403019302533186</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 03:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T04:21:35.756+01:00</atom:updated><title>Égocentrico, eu?</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjJE3jdGIkTUMAZ-SAyUDqx4p-j7ifS2WnZT7Cc4O6DPHTJf6yglPgmeJWgUlZW9v0O1Veuh7TJv0Q0xoh5QgWIDv3gIKSQioYsusvNSjTwwPpL-1Gl2K2V5JXHkdZOwQeCVkhyHj-xNQ/s1600/oeiras,+independente+isaltino+09+3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjJE3jdGIkTUMAZ-SAyUDqx4p-j7ifS2WnZT7Cc4O6DPHTJf6yglPgmeJWgUlZW9v0O1Veuh7TJv0Q0xoh5QgWIDv3gIKSQioYsusvNSjTwwPpL-1Gl2K2V5JXHkdZOwQeCVkhyHj-xNQ/s320/oeiras,+independente+isaltino+09+3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/egocentrico-eu.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjJE3jdGIkTUMAZ-SAyUDqx4p-j7ifS2WnZT7Cc4O6DPHTJf6yglPgmeJWgUlZW9v0O1Veuh7TJv0Q0xoh5QgWIDv3gIKSQioYsusvNSjTwwPpL-1Gl2K2V5JXHkdZOwQeCVkhyHj-xNQ/s72-c/oeiras,+independente+isaltino+09+3.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-925357326100210355</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jul 2010 03:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-19T04:19:03.630+01:00</atom:updated><title>Umbigo furado</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Anseio por todos aqueles que só sabem olhar para o seu próprio umbigo,&amp;nbsp;não percebendo que quem os rodeia é essencial para que esse&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;belly button&lt;/em&gt; tenha valor,&amp;nbsp;principalmente porque até o mais belo&amp;nbsp;umbigo está furado por dentro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R1ccHFIp-f2ZOfl3GZkIuqc7rC_OmaYd1gT1Tb76n9Dn77RmeFsDMySYSc0dDUxL4BRX4PdbBoSh6axVR1jjoGYtrtHDaAJ-I5vIm3Xcb4IWtKdR8R0WPavdjR2m4m1JKIDJSFMACVQB/s1600/MulherMelao-LUPA-070509-AgAphotos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R1ccHFIp-f2ZOfl3GZkIuqc7rC_OmaYd1gT1Tb76n9Dn77RmeFsDMySYSc0dDUxL4BRX4PdbBoSh6axVR1jjoGYtrtHDaAJ-I5vIm3Xcb4IWtKdR8R0WPavdjR2m4m1JKIDJSFMACVQB/s320/MulherMelao-LUPA-070509-AgAphotos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/umbigo-furado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9R1ccHFIp-f2ZOfl3GZkIuqc7rC_OmaYd1gT1Tb76n9Dn77RmeFsDMySYSc0dDUxL4BRX4PdbBoSh6axVR1jjoGYtrtHDaAJ-I5vIm3Xcb4IWtKdR8R0WPavdjR2m4m1JKIDJSFMACVQB/s72-c/MulherMelao-LUPA-070509-AgAphotos.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-11200344000231661</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Jul 2010 00:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-14T03:53:50.684+01:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ando a espera não sei do quê, a procura de quem não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim espero que o amanhã não demore a chegar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;para ter saudades do dia de hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORRTi8EYtSdyM8RT8wfsyYRmroizfGUHi7px3wUEa-nURBe1Odc1R-bIECBMReRCJMLnu6FedErpJran5_wloXa5xjG6Mvf95VjCgFV2epgmX4ueYSEShc2oUHSpLETRqx6uvVgid-vxZ/s1600/3_watch_screen01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORRTi8EYtSdyM8RT8wfsyYRmroizfGUHi7px3wUEa-nURBe1Odc1R-bIECBMReRCJMLnu6FedErpJran5_wloXa5xjG6Mvf95VjCgFV2epgmX4ueYSEShc2oUHSpLETRqx6uvVgid-vxZ/s320/3_watch_screen01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/ando-espera-nao-sei-do-que-procura-de.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORRTi8EYtSdyM8RT8wfsyYRmroizfGUHi7px3wUEa-nURBe1Odc1R-bIECBMReRCJMLnu6FedErpJran5_wloXa5xjG6Mvf95VjCgFV2epgmX4ueYSEShc2oUHSpLETRqx6uvVgid-vxZ/s72-c/3_watch_screen01.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-991810300448105928</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 02:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-13T03:47:49.417+01:00</atom:updated><title>de novo no activo....</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDGiLD2wntsA49kPx-Fyv5J9BZR7eyPHeTIJLtbcbQZnMHb_a9yiJ5EtAMuaPzutXMHTSYIFy0vgry_C92hhCg5KXWXluaeIiTAjnfix1YMu_Pk7Q5zkdH234wIa7y4gtSu6IwG0d-XHl/s1600/bartender.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDGiLD2wntsA49kPx-Fyv5J9BZR7eyPHeTIJLtbcbQZnMHb_a9yiJ5EtAMuaPzutXMHTSYIFy0vgry_C92hhCg5KXWXluaeIiTAjnfix1YMu_Pk7Q5zkdH234wIa7y4gtSu6IwG0d-XHl/s320/bartender.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/de-novo-no-activo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipDGiLD2wntsA49kPx-Fyv5J9BZR7eyPHeTIJLtbcbQZnMHb_a9yiJ5EtAMuaPzutXMHTSYIFy0vgry_C92hhCg5KXWXluaeIiTAjnfix1YMu_Pk7Q5zkdH234wIa7y4gtSu6IwG0d-XHl/s72-c/bartender.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-7375663248342013426</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jul 2010 03:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-13T04:07:40.855+01:00</atom:updated><title/><description>...é no próximo dia de lua cheia pela hora do pôr do sol, na esplanada vermelha da super bock, ali para os lados do parque das nações!</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-3949115823021003166</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 01:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-11T03:10:02.662+01:00</atom:updated><title>Belos de uns vizinhos...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sempre fui um adolescente de musica, desde gastar mesadas em CD´s até andar sempre com a viola ou o Djambé atrás, para onde quer que fosse.&lt;br /&gt;
Com os anos o gosto foi se desvanecendo, principalmente por falta de tempo e por ter uns vizinhos que não gostavam nada de ser incomodados a altas horas da madrugada com as minhas guitarradas ou &lt;em&gt;drums, &lt;/em&gt;que era dos poucos momentos onde conseguia arranjar algum tempo e concentração para me dedicar ao facto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje alguem teve a excelente ideia de me convidar para ir a FIL ver a FIA (Feira internacional de Artesanato e Gastronomia)&amp;nbsp;e tal não é que fui lá encontrar uma coisa que queria comprar a anos, para juntar a minha "coleccão" de instrumentos... aqui fica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCM9nnTo-dHIx578IlB06lqbM5vcyV2ZdBx6G14htMgcmw1CE480xlpusgBIDZoh8EGu9437pPMLIdxQEu2S2AHjwtGWGZTU07Ie67rCDKbFpDgNQeW5JCaFzwDnobDY4bM5M21qmGF7L/s1600/doumbek_alex_small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCM9nnTo-dHIx578IlB06lqbM5vcyV2ZdBx6G14htMgcmw1CE480xlpusgBIDZoh8EGu9437pPMLIdxQEu2S2AHjwtGWGZTU07Ie67rCDKbFpDgNQeW5JCaFzwDnobDY4bM5M21qmGF7L/s320/doumbek_alex_small.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Doumbek Alexandria (Olive Black- Small)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/belos-de-uns-vizinhos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicCM9nnTo-dHIx578IlB06lqbM5vcyV2ZdBx6G14htMgcmw1CE480xlpusgBIDZoh8EGu9437pPMLIdxQEu2S2AHjwtGWGZTU07Ie67rCDKbFpDgNQeW5JCaFzwDnobDY4bM5M21qmGF7L/s72-c/doumbek_alex_small.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-4536386676821784085</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 01:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-11T02:26:43.618+01:00</atom:updated><title>Inspiração...</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de algumas agradavéis criticas de vários leitores decidi renovar o grafismo do blogue,&amp;nbsp;porque já me sentia um pouco cansado dele, e talvez vocês sentissem o mesmo, como acho que já se tornava um pouco nostálgico para a altura do ano em que estamos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Inspirado numas "purple stripes" muito estranhas, deu o que podem ver como resultado final.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Espero que gostem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bzTwzjFPU3nq_Kd4quLSWw8HkWfZ6dUDpGIynYDvsbnHrGn3JNUKDiEKq_K3nc3X1DJazK90C8amYhC5kDIuOLs880Z8ZKikJRF4VHbF4Y1G0m3i867_ijUasYk-mxnZtXYBGKt_Ftku/s1600/purple1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bzTwzjFPU3nq_Kd4quLSWw8HkWfZ6dUDpGIynYDvsbnHrGn3JNUKDiEKq_K3nc3X1DJazK90C8amYhC5kDIuOLs880Z8ZKikJRF4VHbF4Y1G0m3i867_ijUasYk-mxnZtXYBGKt_Ftku/s320/purple1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/inspiracao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-bzTwzjFPU3nq_Kd4quLSWw8HkWfZ6dUDpGIynYDvsbnHrGn3JNUKDiEKq_K3nc3X1DJazK90C8amYhC5kDIuOLs880Z8ZKikJRF4VHbF4Y1G0m3i867_ijUasYk-mxnZtXYBGKt_Ftku/s72-c/purple1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-3334867375057255157</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jul 2010 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-07T23:14:11.997+01:00</atom:updated><title>A terceira é de vez!</title><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-R2LYvZGr1sL1sUKmNpG-PFjIuHgrrRy4HKrzu95Vayc1TRA4tCwTmGY9vwtGICWr7kP55tba5r-9YvEHPQ0H4UMtqWA7861wDvPBIj-ceurwA1yg5zv70O7sSwDw_IWb_0-P2IRSrWG/s1600/sinal-3-verde.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491290995270690162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-R2LYvZGr1sL1sUKmNpG-PFjIuHgrrRy4HKrzu95Vayc1TRA4tCwTmGY9vwtGICWr7kP55tba5r-9YvEHPQ0H4UMtqWA7861wDvPBIj-ceurwA1yg5zv70O7sSwDw_IWb_0-P2IRSrWG/s400/sinal-3-verde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Parabéns&lt;/span&gt; filhota boua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/terceira-e-de-vez.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC-R2LYvZGr1sL1sUKmNpG-PFjIuHgrrRy4HKrzu95Vayc1TRA4tCwTmGY9vwtGICWr7kP55tba5r-9YvEHPQ0H4UMtqWA7861wDvPBIj-ceurwA1yg5zv70O7sSwDw_IWb_0-P2IRSrWG/s72-c/sinal-3-verde.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-8469194334773645266</guid><pubDate>Tue, 06 Jul 2010 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T22:50:36.753+01:00</atom:updated><title>Estamos em sintonia...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de tudo o que passámos, vimos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;crescer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; deixamos ser &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;suprimidos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cerebralmente&lt;/span&gt;, para que, pensando ser positivo para a nossa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;evolução&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;conseguissemos&lt;/span&gt; melhorar como audazes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;profissionais&lt;/span&gt;, e seres &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;humanos&lt;/span&gt; primeiro que tudo, mas após este periodo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;indeterminado&lt;/span&gt;, que quero acreditar, já acabou, cada vez se torna mais claro que, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;maioritariamente&lt;/span&gt;, foi dos maiores &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;embustes&lt;/span&gt; de todos os tempos, a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;incompetência&lt;/span&gt; acumulada de toda uma equipa, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;genéricamente&lt;/span&gt; falando, nós mandou areia para os olhos, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;acreditando&lt;/span&gt; que tudo o que foi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ensinado&lt;/span&gt; poderia vir a ser útil... pois não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nada melhor que o próprio &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;conceito&lt;/span&gt; da vida para nos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ensinar&lt;/span&gt; que tudo gira a volta de um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saber&lt;/span&gt;, que não &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ocupa&lt;/span&gt; lugar num espaço &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;condigno&lt;/span&gt;, mas sim nas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vivências&lt;/span&gt; de uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;carreira&lt;/span&gt;, que começou agora a ser &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;formada&lt;/span&gt; por &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;humildes&lt;/span&gt; aprendizes de uma longa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;jornada&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490909898762752258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nwNXab9YCO7KLvOSLPu2958xk4OPsSXi0wnBeKraGTpLw93v4KMU05V1_hHpJkaiC8WTwTcgkJJAkbdb5HQomI_wYa4nzAMpQ8bcf41sYNzZvyBic5cNyl5rQrAQu9bS0ji2hGC7RNe4/s400/4473259649_b6baf8b420.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ainda&lt;/span&gt; bem que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;acabou&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/estamos-em-sintonia.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1nwNXab9YCO7KLvOSLPu2958xk4OPsSXi0wnBeKraGTpLw93v4KMU05V1_hHpJkaiC8WTwTcgkJJAkbdb5HQomI_wYa4nzAMpQ8bcf41sYNzZvyBic5cNyl5rQrAQu9bS0ji2hGC7RNe4/s72-c/4473259649_b6baf8b420.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-2770979450259060330</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jul 2010 22:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T23:18:58.806+01:00</atom:updated><title>Flash Interview!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de tanto &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aprumo&lt;/span&gt; para uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desejada&lt;/span&gt; e esperada &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;entervista&lt;/span&gt;, na minha nova casa, levei assim com uns 30 minutos de espera e uma "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;flash interview&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" de 5 minutos, só para &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;confirmar&lt;/span&gt; o que já tinha dito e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;referir&lt;/span&gt; que já tinha &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;entregue&lt;/span&gt; toda a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;documentação&lt;/span&gt; necessária.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assim sendo começo segunda-feira em mais uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt; casa, que espero seja para durar, pelo menos estes dois próximos meses, porque &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;feliz&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;infelizmente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;o mundo espera por mim&lt;/em&gt; e se tudo correr como &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;planeado&lt;/span&gt; em Setembro tenho outros &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;afazeres&lt;/span&gt; mais &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;promissores&lt;/span&gt; a nivél profissional, capital, mas mais &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;importante&lt;/span&gt; que tudo Pessoal!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 326px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490920560196876754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIGo3fIL_fe2Sdl3I_NVAzl0Lkrn02u1FO8l4aERwKxkwfIfTmSxOmuRtv9m4_WAo0iCYYRnSabB9qdATg9tOXjANQFwEa6Kdl-HL7RaoAsEMrG15ld1rlQsNP4rHhbVegJkpQkqdyT40/s400/2181851.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lá &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vai&lt;/span&gt; ter que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ser&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/flash-interview.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggIGo3fIL_fe2Sdl3I_NVAzl0Lkrn02u1FO8l4aERwKxkwfIfTmSxOmuRtv9m4_WAo0iCYYRnSabB9qdATg9tOXjANQFwEa6Kdl-HL7RaoAsEMrG15ld1rlQsNP4rHhbVegJkpQkqdyT40/s72-c/2181851.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-28605593580415966</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jul 2010 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T23:00:02.965+01:00</atom:updated><title>Desvanecer em luz de cristal!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De pouco serve aqueles que marcam &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;presença&lt;/span&gt; por toda uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inconstância&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;momentos flutuantes&lt;/span&gt;, pois não &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perduram&lt;/span&gt; no &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pensamento&lt;/span&gt; de quem os &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;guarda&lt;/span&gt;, vivendo na &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;azáfama&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sentidos&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dons&lt;/span&gt; que se &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sobrevalorizam&lt;/span&gt; com a areia da &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ampulheta&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mandamentos&lt;/span&gt; que ficam &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;guardados&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rocha&lt;/span&gt; são mais do que simples palavras &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bonitas&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ditas&lt;/span&gt;, sentidas com &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tenazes&lt;/span&gt; nas costas, mas sim exemplos de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vida &lt;/span&gt;que quantificam o quanto sentido ela nos trás, ficando para uma altura &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;longiqua&lt;/span&gt; mas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;alcancavél&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Determino assim o que realmente fica por pessoas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;especiais&lt;/span&gt; que, não por quererem, mas por realmente serem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;originais&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;amantes&lt;/span&gt; de um mundo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inigualvél&lt;/span&gt;...o seu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigado pelas &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;professias&lt;/span&gt; em &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vácuo&lt;/span&gt; real deixadas para &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;perdurarem&lt;/span&gt; para a vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490568137152891858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0XUV7-tFtPepZYDAAWZ53NrMed8bPpfZ1zuoQli7asfOgn7kJEyQg7v0ptxB3JSqYv2Wx6ZamithtnniGfUGm6ks4aoSMx6gmNHB4k26wm1_IKSgyVgU5J-wEaBkypvie2_PgJXlklFv/s400/4721133690_2616a38a41.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Nunca&lt;/span&gt; terão uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;segunda&lt;/span&gt; oportunidade de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;deixar&lt;/span&gt; uma boa &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;primeira impressão&lt;/span&gt;! V.E.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/desvanecer-em-luz-de-cristal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhm0XUV7-tFtPepZYDAAWZ53NrMed8bPpfZ1zuoQli7asfOgn7kJEyQg7v0ptxB3JSqYv2Wx6ZamithtnniGfUGm6ks4aoSMx6gmNHB4k26wm1_IKSgyVgU5J-wEaBkypvie2_PgJXlklFv/s72-c/4721133690_2616a38a41.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-511773093035557851</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 23:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T22:59:40.320+01:00</atom:updated><title>Passado o passado...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de alguns anos de indulgentes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dúvidas&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;opções&lt;/span&gt;, parece ter fim apartida um rumo que já foi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;decidido&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;tomado&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;concluido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Parece que ainda ontem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;começou&lt;/span&gt;, mas agora que quer &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;terminar&lt;/span&gt; já se sente aquele &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;gostinho&lt;/span&gt; a pouco, aquele subtil &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aroma&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;brisa&lt;/span&gt; que se sente na &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;face rosada&lt;/span&gt;, mas não se deixa tocar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto realmente que tudo o que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;fiz &lt;/span&gt;nestes ultimos anos foi &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dificil&lt;/span&gt;, mas demasiado bom para esquecer por entre &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desavenças&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lamúrias&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sei que daqui a uns anos, ou se calhar nem tanto, o tempo que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esperava em desespero&lt;/span&gt; alcançar, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o presente&lt;/span&gt;, me vai trazer &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saudades&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;memórias&lt;/span&gt; tão &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;deliciosas&lt;/span&gt; como toda a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sabedoria&lt;/span&gt; acumulada nesses tenros anos de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desflorescimento&lt;/span&gt; que agora passados já se &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desvanecem&lt;/span&gt; pur um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;túnel&lt;/span&gt; sem saida! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490563626531615042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoLDi_4oeTXPTVkxYz-4a9gt7QQY0Hp4kysk_hNwa_yXdSaM9A7uboIS7tJ_7zzbd4nrdnc7mWBBnzhwZwsKjiqEkvbU9ZdeIookM7MjiceJ3UPlZnsLoeoUB52gQwxBBNiyPIgKg0OQv/s400/4474037420_fa98ecd9f7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saudades&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/passado-o-passado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSoLDi_4oeTXPTVkxYz-4a9gt7QQY0Hp4kysk_hNwa_yXdSaM9A7uboIS7tJ_7zzbd4nrdnc7mWBBnzhwZwsKjiqEkvbU9ZdeIookM7MjiceJ3UPlZnsLoeoUB52gQwxBBNiyPIgKg0OQv/s72-c/4474037420_fa98ecd9f7.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-922969989329994480</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2010 21:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T22:59:08.262+01:00</atom:updated><title/><description>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha nova &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aquisição&lt;/span&gt;, para não ter &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desculpas&lt;/span&gt; que só perco por causa do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;campo&lt;/span&gt; e do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;material&lt;/span&gt;! hehe &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489790675440202978" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-D2EcZblNefwSpxGimDlhA7CS8zUZlHPhvYK95YSBrWZr7Kt2gttGB9yvHQhcJdW98f6yx_YIkpjxuFRNSOry5dPDtBbKy_vd5Zjk84aii5IS0NVTBhtYVBcnFPli8KxH4UjAjfIxr8IQ/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+WILSON_ROGER_FED_4b065d6784578.jpg" /&gt;Uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Wilson&lt;/span&gt; Roger &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Federer&lt;/span&gt; 27&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/minha-nova-aquisicao-para-nao-ter.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-D2EcZblNefwSpxGimDlhA7CS8zUZlHPhvYK95YSBrWZr7Kt2gttGB9yvHQhcJdW98f6yx_YIkpjxuFRNSOry5dPDtBbKy_vd5Zjk84aii5IS0NVTBhtYVBcnFPli8KxH4UjAjfIxr8IQ/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+WILSON_ROGER_FED_4b065d6784578.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-7356210606533542470</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jul 2010 20:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T22:58:47.324+01:00</atom:updated><title>Já estou cheio deoubir!</title><description>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_O5YGuRUM-c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_O5YGuRUM-c&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="325"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já alguém diria: Se &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;beber&lt;/span&gt; não fizesse &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;efeito&lt;/span&gt;, não valia a pena!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Video &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dedicado&lt;/span&gt; a um grande &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cromo, &lt;/span&gt;do qual já &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;guardo saudades, &lt;/span&gt;que se dá pelo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;singelo&lt;/span&gt; nome de "Tico"! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/tou-cheio-deoubir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-4592576333781879417</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jun 2010 00:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-06T22:58:24.068+01:00</atom:updated><title>Brasserie Gourmet Rossio</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Depois de mais uns &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;abanões&lt;/span&gt;, ou talvez &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;evolução &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;premeditada, na minha ténue &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;carreira&lt;/span&gt;, descobri um sitio &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;soberbo &lt;/span&gt;para pôr em prática todo o meu &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;saber&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;dedicação&lt;/span&gt;, vista &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;panorâmica&lt;/span&gt; sobre toda &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;a cidade&lt;/span&gt;, ambiente de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;luxo &lt;/span&gt;e uma carta &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;extraordinária&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489474241921115170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjek9HginsuuNKXpN1TKd7-D16ObF87eRsPLsK9Z9lWdpZmgrMdVc45CCtCcQ-f1NtGNVcST6DGAa_o5OFC_2qOwZtoOjhnsOWx_BlX04whKp6euIsLPnwFY5g-dlpU0X1GEe8q0N0f2bnr/s400/altis_avenida_brasserie_rossio.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Vamos la a ver segunda-feira a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;resposta final&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/brasserie-gourmet-rossio.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjek9HginsuuNKXpN1TKd7-D16ObF87eRsPLsK9Z9lWdpZmgrMdVc45CCtCcQ-f1NtGNVcST6DGAa_o5OFC_2qOwZtoOjhnsOWx_BlX04whKp6euIsLPnwFY5g-dlpU0X1GEe8q0N0f2bnr/s72-c/altis_avenida_brasserie_rossio.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-1273379016452130088</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Jun 2010 23:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T00:18:08.437+01:00</atom:updated><title>Sonho de vida em vida de sonho!</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre tive o modesto pensamento, pouco &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;capitalista&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;convencional&lt;/span&gt;, que mais vale receber menos e fazermos o que gostamos do que receber deliciosos ordenados sendo &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;frustrados&lt;/span&gt; a nivél profissional...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu tenho a sorte de conseguir ter &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;cara e coroa&lt;/span&gt; da mesma moeda no bolso e ser feliz, saber que é isto que &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;adoro&lt;/span&gt;, me realiza e completa, com a sorte de poder ganhar ordenados que em &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;portugal&lt;/span&gt; seriam inimaginavéis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;proposta de sonho&lt;/span&gt; que não posso, nem quero deixar para trás, e afinal de contas também são só 6 meses para começar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Embarco &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;já em&lt;/span&gt; Setembro...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZu4NFM10_Xj74NGQSnJC66A1WpTXKyWX63lqzt4jINvB7TKZ1DDJzFrYlDbEH5Xz_LL9Fu2WxxPtSK5L-0mg4VYe7Pu0EEqNtRaXozZ1JvSfZblkJWAnH68i3PUGPwFCUNHaO-fHbSVj/s1600/CROWNPRINCESS2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489450296601788066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZu4NFM10_Xj74NGQSnJC66A1WpTXKyWX63lqzt4jINvB7TKZ1DDJzFrYlDbEH5Xz_LL9Fu2WxxPtSK5L-0mg4VYe7Pu0EEqNtRaXozZ1JvSfZblkJWAnH68i3PUGPwFCUNHaO-fHbSVj/s400/CROWNPRINCESS2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/06/sonho-de-vida.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDZu4NFM10_Xj74NGQSnJC66A1WpTXKyWX63lqzt4jINvB7TKZ1DDJzFrYlDbEH5Xz_LL9Fu2WxxPtSK5L-0mg4VYe7Pu0EEqNtRaXozZ1JvSfZblkJWAnH68i3PUGPwFCUNHaO-fHbSVj/s72-c/CROWNPRINCESS2.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-5144416639986385653</guid><pubDate>Fri, 11 Jun 2010 21:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T01:28:38.079+01:00</atom:updated><title>Evolução Divina!</title><description>Quando num dia se é o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;melhor&lt;/span&gt; e no outro o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pior&lt;/span&gt; algo se passa porque independentemente da &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;integridade&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;profissionalismo&lt;/span&gt; de cada um, a verdade é que as pessoas têm &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;defeitos&lt;/span&gt;, não são máquinas ou engenhos pré-programados para conseguirem efectuar tudo na &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;simples perfeição do acto&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo o que envolve relações humanas têm também inerente o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;respeito&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;consideração&lt;/span&gt; pelos outros, que tendo a carteira maior ou menor, não passam de simples humanos com &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pensamentos&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;emoções,&lt;/span&gt; para alem dos saltos altos ou dos ténis rotos, todos erramos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Exceptuando forças &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Divinas&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Celestias&lt;/span&gt;, que alguns acreditam que possam existir, tudo se resume a Humanidade terrena que se desenvolve em uns serem mais &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Humanos&lt;/span&gt; que outros...pois errar é Humano!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489433131732170546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-AQhK44cHuA4nc8XWoXzhR8JJAVMy198hjTGQzJcpem7uxFXA2dYrGk5pMZ4Txzvro4q9NtWWKc7bkpIw1KJbfrpQrkzxyhUBn0-qcfLoKTYDnd2luZl79-cMf0pwgAjFciRDXzGu0-um/s400/Wired_IntelligentDesignSprd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/07/evolucao-divina.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-AQhK44cHuA4nc8XWoXzhR8JJAVMy198hjTGQzJcpem7uxFXA2dYrGk5pMZ4Txzvro4q9NtWWKc7bkpIw1KJbfrpQrkzxyhUBn0-qcfLoKTYDnd2luZl79-cMf0pwgAjFciRDXzGu0-um/s72-c/Wired_IntelligentDesignSprd.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-3816903473280859583</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 May 2010 23:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T01:30:22.831+01:00</atom:updated><title>Balls of Steel</title><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vida sedentária&lt;/span&gt; faz parte do &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quotidiano&lt;/span&gt; das &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;civilizações&lt;/span&gt; ditas evoluidas e modernas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Eu como não posso faltar as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;modas&lt;/span&gt; também o passei a ser depois de alguns anos de desporto de competição encostei completamente as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;boxes&lt;/span&gt;, para passar apenas a comer, dormir, estudar e trabalhar...&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desporto&lt;/span&gt; que é preciso deixou de existir pois normalmente e deixado para segundo plano, exceptuando os que se lembram de ir gastar dinheiro, uns meses antes do Verão, para os &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Gym´s&lt;/span&gt; da moda, para poderem ou pelo menos ficarem nessa ilusão, que podem ter o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;corpo perfeitinho para a praia&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Acaba por ser um mero &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desabafo&lt;/span&gt; meu, reprimido por &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;vários kilos&lt;/span&gt; acumulados, que só agora começam a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;equilibrar-se&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;, deixando para trás uns belos filmes sentado no sofá a enfardar baldes de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;pipocas&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;refrescos de morango&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Descobri a poucos dias um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desporto&lt;/span&gt;, que nunca tinha exprimentado e me começou a encher as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;medidas&lt;/span&gt;, até mais do que estava a espera, dos poucos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desportos individuais&lt;/span&gt; que me deixa libertar todas as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;energias numa bola&lt;/span&gt;, sem ter de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bater &lt;/span&gt;em ninguém ou esperar pelo resto da equipa para poder &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ganhar o jogo&lt;/span&gt; ou pôr as culpas nos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;mais fracos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489461150875806098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5NLSNCei-RP4wswzcoEbQ6b-4AVXbB7BChO_iJm_OFnmwIIUWCZQhaA9ShsxLkxxZI28eMbvIAmROkpD0JO5zB-KCV8tZkLBiBvj2M0qnKY_tvw78HmfCvaFQHV5NYVZ3GRJP3MHp47ki/s400/used-tennis-balls.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Agora basta manter a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;rotina&lt;/span&gt; de todas as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quartas-feiras&lt;/span&gt; a tarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/05/balls-of-steel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5NLSNCei-RP4wswzcoEbQ6b-4AVXbB7BChO_iJm_OFnmwIIUWCZQhaA9ShsxLkxxZI28eMbvIAmROkpD0JO5zB-KCV8tZkLBiBvj2M0qnKY_tvw78HmfCvaFQHV5NYVZ3GRJP3MHp47ki/s72-c/used-tennis-balls.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-2369124498310087958</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2010 22:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-02T23:21:54.099+01:00</atom:updated><title>Novo Spot da Escola maravilha! Delicioso...</title><description>&lt;object width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zoMEPU4EPjI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0"&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/zoMEPU4EPjI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só é pena só ter promoção referente a área de cozinha e não de Restaurante ou Bar!</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/05/novo-spot-da-escola-maravilha-delicioso.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-7466155945729084186</guid><pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2010 00:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-03T00:31:16.931+01:00</atom:updated><title>Surpresa!?...</title><description>Cada vez que me &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desiludo&lt;/span&gt; acabo por ser &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;surpreendido&lt;/span&gt;, normalmente pela mesma pessoa, momentos logo aseguir, que me fazem acreditar que somos todos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre fui demasiado &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;optimista&lt;/span&gt;, ao ponto de vista de outros, o que já me fez dar grandes &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;trambulhões&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reviravoltas &lt;/span&gt;na vida...mas cada vez mais sinto que vale a pena acreditar nos outros, em pessoas como eu, que erram todos os dias e não tem &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;medo&lt;/span&gt; de assumir que são humanos cheios de defeitos e disponiveis para aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje assisti a uma situação terrivelmente estranha e ao mesmo tempo deliciosa que me deixou completamente estupefacto e boquiaberto perante a vida. Vi uma das pessoas que mais me desiludiu ultimamente a terminar um serviço, como responsavél de secção, e fazer o &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sinal da cruz&lt;/span&gt;, agradecendo por, mais um dia, ter corrido tudo pelo melhor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O mais estranho é que me pareceu não ser um &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;acto exporádico&lt;/span&gt;, mas sim &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quotidiano&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;sentido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A verdade é que todos nos &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;esquecemos&lt;/span&gt; "dele" na azáfama do dia-a-dia, mas quando menos esperamos está lá e reforça-nos a memória sobre tudo o que fez por nós, cheio de &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;surpresas&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;desafios&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469809654489460738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Y6NJhyphenhyphenuhfu_UicYjtnNwo29XGgcnFhHvDMG04oXIB8Gd9Bew9ZBT4Wsz9JvJ4_GjtAzss-ecCNCNDuKa5Q2lM8lJs2WPwrsE2WcByb7m07-K9jC8QDkfNEex-4aYuYEPg0_bgir2CK2Y/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+cartola_2_do_magico_ivan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/05/surpresa.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1Y6NJhyphenhyphenuhfu_UicYjtnNwo29XGgcnFhHvDMG04oXIB8Gd9Bew9ZBT4Wsz9JvJ4_GjtAzss-ecCNCNDuKa5Q2lM8lJs2WPwrsE2WcByb7m07-K9jC8QDkfNEex-4aYuYEPg0_bgir2CK2Y/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+cartola_2_do_magico_ivan.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3207034359779667562.post-3176485500965335571</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Apr 2010 00:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-04-09T01:52:44.155+01:00</atom:updated><title>Primeiro beijo...</title><description>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje senti o meu primeiro beijo,&lt;br /&gt;o meu primeiro beijo recebido,&lt;br /&gt;como nunca recebera antes algum. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje senti que recebi um beijo especial,&lt;br /&gt;de alguém que não esperava,&lt;br /&gt;senti que me deram um beijo entregando me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e julgando me sem me conhecer,&lt;br /&gt;com direito a palmadinha nas costas e tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que daqui a alguns dias, não me crucifiquem,&lt;br /&gt;simplesmente pelo empenho em algo que acredito,&lt;br /&gt;algo que é real e me faz lutar pela vida e ser feliz,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...como esse beijo de Judas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457564079030131282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWR8J3Mmieuvp0Kco-9x3yx5fVeuZz-TFMIMkfh8r-d60v0WC7eWoNsOsYJ-lzyhrVhJOHykgrqwN9TYdSzedOp42Sw3h1_z2GSD62nNdfo3T1hoJJ9ILV9qu2lBEpBaNLBMcX5p38o5sP/s400/Beijo+de+Judas.jpg" /&gt;</description><link>http://quarentasete.blogspot.com/2010/04/beijo-de-judas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (47)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWR8J3Mmieuvp0Kco-9x3yx5fVeuZz-TFMIMkfh8r-d60v0WC7eWoNsOsYJ-lzyhrVhJOHykgrqwN9TYdSzedOp42Sw3h1_z2GSD62nNdfo3T1hoJJ9ILV9qu2lBEpBaNLBMcX5p38o5sP/s72-c/Beijo+de+Judas.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item></channel></rss>