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Tenho de renovar este cantinho e torná-lo mais pessoal. As novas ferramentas já o permitem e estou ansioso para ver o que vai sair com as ideias que andam na minha massa cinzenta.&lt;br /&gt;
Agora que a fotografia se tornou um bichinho&amp;nbsp;difícil&amp;nbsp;de controlar nada melhor que dar aso à imaginação e torná-lo ainda mais especial.&lt;br /&gt;
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Para ser sincero, não me posso queixar. Sinto que aproveitei o que havia para aproveitar. Talvez por isso o ano tenha passado a correr....&lt;br /&gt;
O fim do ano foi atribulado, ver pessoas pelas quais nutro carinho serem vitimas da "crise" fez-me pensar que sou um afortunado.&lt;br /&gt;
Seja como for, cá estamos para enfrentar 2012 com força, perseverança e muito trabalho.&lt;br /&gt;
Siga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-6486472424983243350?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Feliz Natal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-2537781941968946899?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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É bom ver o trabalho de um familiar nosso disponível para todos que queiram aprender.&lt;/div&gt;
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O trabalho e dedicação do meu primo &lt;a href="http://nunovenes.com.sapo.pt/"&gt;Nuno Venes&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;em conjunto com outro professor,&amp;nbsp;resultou num livro que pretende que seja um apoio aos alunos.&lt;/div&gt;
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Primo, tenho um grande orgulho em ti!&lt;br /&gt;
Espero que tenhas todo o sucesso do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
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PS - O lançamento deste livro&amp;nbsp;ocorrerá&amp;nbsp;na Universidade&amp;nbsp;Lusíada&amp;nbsp;de Lisboa dia 25 de Outubro pelas 18H30.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-7816912371221561955?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No fim de semana passado fui a mais um almoço de família.&lt;/div&gt;
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Desta vez os planos para a viagem incluíram um raide de geocaching. Depois de tudo combinado com o meu primo, partimos cerca das 6h30 da manhã para a aventura.&lt;/div&gt;
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Correu bem encontramos praticamente todas pelo caminho mas como o tempo para chegar ao almoço estava a passar bem depressa, algumas ficam para o próximo passeio pela região alentejana :)&lt;/div&gt;
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O almoço correu bem, o cozido de grão estava excelente.&lt;/div&gt;
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Para não variar fomos jantar a Entradas ao restaurante Cavalariça, que recomendo vivamente.&lt;/div&gt;
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Era 00h30 quando cheguei a casa, que belo dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-4435209463070042421?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tenho de deixar de dar demasiada importância a determinadas coisas e deixar fluir as situações, se continuar assim, não sei se aguentarei até ao final do ano.&lt;br /&gt;
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Para agora é só.&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-6239764118701092783?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não me orgulho, mas quando duvidam da palavra e do profissionalismo de uma pessoa, é fogo!&lt;br /&gt;
Dou comigo a exaltar-me por quase tudo e por nada e sem paciência para as coisas mais simples do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;
Ou estou a ficar velho ou devo estar a precisar de férias!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-4137821678151167639?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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O 1º dia valeu pelo concerto dos &lt;a href="http://www.coldplay.com/"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/a&gt;, apesar de ter ficado aquém das expectativas... Foi chegar tocar um género de best of e vamos embora que se faz tarde.... enfim pouco para quem queria mais alguma coisa, mas num festival é assim mesmo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O 2º dia e quanto a mim o melhor dia, começou com os &lt;a href="http://www.xutos.pt/"&gt;Xutos&lt;/a&gt; e o regresso do Zé Pedro ao palco e acabou com o melhor concerto dos 4 dias, &lt;a href="http://www.foofighters.com/"&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/a&gt;, foi muito bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No 3º dia, ao entrar, estranhei as gruas que estavam por trás do palco principal. Viemos depois a saber a razão. Resumindo 30 Seconds to Mars tocaram 50 minutos.... fraco, muito fraco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4º e último dia, nada de especial, os &lt;a href="http://www.paramore.net/"&gt;Paramore&lt;/a&gt; deram um concerto normal e não sou fã de &lt;a href="http://www.janesaddiction.com/%20"&gt;Jane's Addiction&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt; pelo que não fiquei para os ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Fora isso, o recinto estava ligeiramente maior e isso notou-se pela mobilidade das pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;A comida e bebida eram caras, quem não comesse antes de ir para lá, gastou uma nota preta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.superbocksuperrock.net/"&gt;Super Bock Super Rock&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Com um cartaz melhor que o Alive (na minha opinião), foi com alguma expectativa que me desloquei ao Meco para desfrutar de mais bons momentos musicais. Foi a minha estreia neste festival.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de tanta crítica o ano passado em relação ao tempo a chegar ao local, este ano não foi melhor. Demoramos cerca de 2 horas a chegar lá no 1º dia, o &lt;a href="http://pmjgomes.blogspot.com/"&gt;PG&lt;/a&gt; já se estava a passar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pó, pó e mais pó... Muito mau!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Comida com pó, bebida com pó e festivaleiros com pó!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Preços iguais aos do Alive, nada de novo, mas desta vez, comi em casa ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Felizmente não acampei lá (no sítio designado para tal) e ainda bem, com o passar do tempo a acumulação de lixo era tal que metia nojo, não vimos ninguém a recolher o lixo que se acumulou e era um cheiro nauseabundo.... Quanto ao campismo, sem falar, pois se por acaso existisse algum incêndio, ia tudo desta para melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;PS - Pratiquei pela 1ª vez campismo selvagem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora a parte boa deste festival, os concertos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;1º dia &lt;a href="http://arcticmonkeys.com/"&gt;Artic Monkeys&lt;/a&gt; não defraudaram&lt;br /&gt;
2º dia &lt;a href="http://www.arcadefire.com/"&gt;Arcade Fire&lt;/a&gt;,foi muito bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3º dia &lt;a href="http://www.thestrokes.com/"&gt;The Strokes&lt;/a&gt; nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pelo meio fiquei a conhecer algumas bandas nos outros palcos das quais até fiquei com curiosidade de conhecer os seus trabalhos quando tiver oportunidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;No fim destas aventuras festivaleiras, estava podre de tanta sakudidela, mas quem corre por gosto não cansa.&lt;br /&gt;
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Inté.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dudas&lt;br /&gt;
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Bahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;
Ando a ressacar forte e feio do "meu" bodyboard.&lt;br /&gt;
Das vezes que fui ou o mar estava flat ou estava muito vento para quem fica em terra.... &lt;br /&gt;
Recomecei o ginásio, sim porque isto de estar parado 3 meses, notou-se e bem!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos lá fazer um esforço para que isto corra melhor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-2963263546682620263?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Uma almoçarada com a primalhada faz sempre bem. Tivemos sorte com o tempo, estava um calorzinho agradável....&lt;br /&gt;
Resumindo, findo o pitéu, ainda fomos aos pastéis de Belém.....&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Temos (e vamos) de repetir este "ajuntamento" mais vezes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-3799023230904488097?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Foram sentimentos, lembranças e objectos que permaneceram para sempre na minha memória.&lt;br /&gt;
Foram dias difíceis ao retirar tudo da casa onde cresci.... enfim está feito.&lt;br /&gt;
De fosse por outras razões iria ser muito mais fácil e seria encarado de outra forma mas infelizmente não foi o caso.&lt;br /&gt;
Sabia que este dia iria chegar e por por mais mentalizado que estivesse não queria que chegasse. &lt;br /&gt;
Estou mentalmente devastado e triste, as memórias atropelam-me o pensamento e as lágrimas escorrem pela cara.&lt;br /&gt;
Só me resta agradecer&amp;nbsp; o apoio que recebi. Obrigado a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-1701072827378773360?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sakode!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-4276179555334831181?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pela&amp;nbsp;autenticidade da história, vale a pena ver, e&amp;nbsp;sinceramente&amp;nbsp;gostei do que vi&amp;nbsp;. O ser humano é capaz de coisas&amp;nbsp;extraordinárias e de facto a situação retratada neste filme leva-nos ao limite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nunca&amp;nbsp;dêem&amp;nbsp;nada por adquirido e aos aventureiros que existem por aí fora, lembre-se, por mais que&amp;nbsp;conheçam um&amp;nbsp;determinado&amp;nbsp;local, analisem tudo ao pormenor. Nunca se sabe onde o perigo espreita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Recomendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-782622858174521132?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Altos e baixos e muita introspecção. Sendo eu uma pessoa introvertida é normal (acho eu).&lt;br /&gt;
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Profissionalmente foi assim:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ano "louco" mas ainda bem, sem tempo para os meus intervalos, foi sempre ocupado e quando dei por mim estávamos já no final do ano, que saudades.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ainda com uma expectativa que já dura a algum tempo e pelos vistos se irá manter em 2011.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Com menos "turras" (saudáveis) com o chefe.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Que 2011 seja igual (sem a expectativa, resolvam-se de vez).&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Pessoalmente:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 22 de Agosto foi um dia para esquecer, mas daqueles que me lembrarei até ao dia em que me despedir deste mundo, foi o dia em que a minha querida mãe, devido ao estado mental em que se encontra, foi para o hospital. Foram 4 dias que não desejo a ninguém. Sossega-me ver que neste momento está bem acompanhada e muito mais calma. &lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;Continuo &lt;b&gt;Carneiro&lt;/b&gt; quanto basta, talvez demasiado,mas luto todos os dias para evitar algumas características deste signo. Talvez tenha assistido a demasiados telhados de vidro e neste momento procuro adoptar outra postura em determinadas situações.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Não tenho nenhuma expectativa para o ano que aí vem apenas espero que seja calmo e sereno.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;Quero também deixar uma palavra de apreço a todos os que tiveram comigo nos momentos difíceis, a todos o meu muito obrigado, com vocês tornou-se muito mais fácil ultrapassar as dificuldades que surgiram e quero que saibam que ocupam um lugar especial neste meu coração mole e lamechas.&lt;br /&gt;
Contínuo a pensar que devo aproveitar cada dia como se fosse o último, não sabemos o que o amanhã nos reserva e há que aproveitar todos os segundos desta vida, isto porque dos 30.000 dias que vivemos em média já passei por cerca de 12.000. Não mau.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sakudam-se muito em 2011 e sejam Felizes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-7452996527103509232?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se soubessem o que me irrita quando digo "Bom dia" ou "Está tudo bem?" e me respondem, "Está tudo fino...."&lt;br /&gt;
GRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;
Só me dá vontade responder "Está tudo grosso!" - Que nervos!&lt;br /&gt;
Sakudam-se!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-2756741172412861004?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eduardo Santos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-3359334209802253558?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp; Wikipedia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Deixa aqui este pequeno texto que achei maravilhoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://puzzles-e-o-alzheimer.blogspot.com/p/o-alzheimer-e-isto-e-muito-mais.html"&gt;o Alzheimer é isto (e muito mais)&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;"Mais uma memória perdida,&lt;br /&gt;
nos confins da memória,&lt;br /&gt;
das pessoas que desaparecem no&lt;br /&gt;
escuro túnel da memória.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um novo dia e nada muda,&lt;br /&gt;
que mais parece que o relógio a andar para trás.&lt;br /&gt;
Um pedaço do puzzle que compõe a minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;
fraca e débil como um cadáver em decomposição."&lt;br /&gt;
......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;O teu rosto querido, o teu sorriso amado&lt;br /&gt;
São os mesmos do passado,&lt;br /&gt;
E às vezes brilha o sol em ti&lt;br /&gt;
E as tuas palavras surgem como sempre as ouvi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas logo se      apagam as velas iluminadas&lt;br /&gt;
E da tua boca emergem milagres e espadas&lt;br /&gt;
Onde fantasmas discutem vagamente&lt;br /&gt;
E onde mortos vêm ao presente:&lt;br /&gt;
É Alzheimer, o poeta doente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O teu cérebro enrola linhas de um novelo passado&lt;br /&gt;
E o relógio que bate na tua mente&lt;br /&gt;
Tem o ponteiro dos anos parado&lt;br /&gt;
Como se quisesse fugir a um feio presente &lt;br /&gt;
Sem saber,      Alzheimer sonha, inventa e mente.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Os fios trocados da tua cabeça tecem novelas&lt;br /&gt;
E como um poeta tonto, criam bagatelas.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não é a vida feita de memórias&lt;br /&gt;
E de fios presos a um mundo infantil&lt;br /&gt;
E de imagens fugidias de um mundo pueril?&lt;br /&gt;
Sim. Alzheimer é apenas um contador de histórias.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh! E se é assim, não faz mal, não faz mal… &lt;br /&gt;
O que é a vida senão um rol de ilusões?&lt;br /&gt;
E para quê valorizar a lógica num mundo de aberrações?&lt;br /&gt;
Deixa a tua mente connosco brincar. &lt;br /&gt;
E não mais estar presa aos fios do tempo e do pensar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sim. Não faz mal, não faz mal…&lt;br /&gt;
E no entanto como me doem e fazem chorar&lt;br /&gt;
Os teus poemas sem céus de água azul&lt;br /&gt;
Os teus dias sem patos traçando linhas de alegria rumo ao sul&lt;br /&gt;
As tuas histórias sem pombas nem deuses imortais a pairar&lt;br /&gt;
O teu relógio sem horas grandiosas por soar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;E.      Reisinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Fonte:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h1 class="title" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://puzzles-e-o-alzheimer.blogspot.com/p/o-alzheimer-e-isto-e-muito-mais.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;"É o vento do tempo passado  Que no presente faz com que esqueça.. até quem sou eu.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-2312545355012369442?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ai o que eu gostava de ter uma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dia quem sabe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Depois de ser ido para casa, voltou outra vez para o hospital com o mesmo problema, devo acrescentar que o hospital não se livrou de uma reclamação por escrito, e desta vez estava ligeiramente pior.&lt;br /&gt;
Não foram horas fáceis, especialmente, porque não podia estar com ela, uma vez que isso a deixava ainda mais afectada. É normal que assim seja, uma vez que é uma das características desta doença maldita.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas que custa, custa!&lt;br /&gt;
Vê-la numa luta e aflição constantes e nada conseguir fazer é das piores sensações que podem existir.&lt;br /&gt;
Felizmente pude contar com o apoio da família e dos amigos que estiveram comigo nestas horas difíceis e que me ajudaram a conseguir superar esta fase complicada.&lt;br /&gt;
A todos o meu muito obrigado do fundo do coração, sem vocês tudo seria mais complicado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-7998539615180881462?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Souberam bem estes dias, apesar da minha cabeça não ter conseguido descansar grande coisa, pelo menos descansei o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigado a quem me aturou estes dias, talvez não tenha estado (em alguma altura) nos meus dias, mas fiquem a saber que adorei.&lt;br /&gt;
Adorei tudo, os passeios, as caches, as ondas, as praias, mas acima de tudo a companhia e amizade com que me presentearam.&lt;br /&gt;
Para esquecer fica a última noite, aquele magnífico petisco feito pelo &lt;a href="http://pmjgomes.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pedro&lt;/a&gt; estava muito bom. O meu estômago é que não aguentou e diga-mos que foi um longo percurso até ao balneário.&lt;br /&gt;
Obrigado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1647066240393916046-3520887878600153778?l=emvsantos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Vou aproveitar para carregar baterias, surfar uma ondas, rir, comer e beber e acima de tudo descansar desta rotina.&lt;br /&gt;
Vou acampar num local já conhecido, mas servirá apenas para descansar o meu belo corpinho, se este calor se mantiver, é acordar cedo e aproveitar para ir conhecer praias onde ainda não fui e desfrutar ao máximo que conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;
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