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Bem vistas as coisas, dou mais pela falta dos polegares.</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/7436388249475680405?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/7436388249475680405?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/prioridades.html" title="Prioridades" /><author><name>shark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10094805937263106605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k5KUrwLFr-U/TSoZGJNzL9I/AAAAAAAACY4/p-FiKKguqgs/S220/shark_thumb.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMER306fCp7ImA9WhBaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-175890542591736432</id><published>2013-05-22T07:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-22T07:00:06.314+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-22T07:00:06.314+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cartoons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="oglaf" /><title>Há coisas que nunca se esquecem</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://oglaf.com/tibia/" target="blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Crica para veres toda a história" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnj-gyvdrzo/UY_S85kI4UI/AAAAAAAAMzk/Pr49XI5jCSw/s1600/tibia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 180%;"&gt;Tíbia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;1 página&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/175890542591736432?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/175890542591736432?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/ha-coisas-que-nunca-se-esquecem.html" title="Há coisas que nunca se esquecem" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mnj-gyvdrzo/UY_S85kI4UI/AAAAAAAAMzk/Pr49XI5jCSw/s72-c/tibia.JPG" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDRX0yfSp7ImA9WhBaEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-3906359939907189727</id><published>2013-05-21T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-22T10:31:14.395+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-22T10:31:14.395+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="discoqueca" /><title>Monarchy &amp; Dita Von Teese - «Disintegration»</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" mozallowfullscreen="" src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/57306986?color=ffe694" webkitallowfullscreen="" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/57306986"&gt;Monarchy &amp;amp; Dita Von Teese -Disintegration&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/royraz"&gt;Roy Raz&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/3906359939907189727?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/3906359939907189727?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/monarchy-dita-von-teese-disintegration.html" title="Monarchy &amp; Dita Von Teese - «Disintegration»" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcFQnk4eyp7ImA9WhBaEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-9036733045480001977</id><published>2013-05-21T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-21T12:00:13.733+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-21T12:00:13.733+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Eva portuguesa" /><title>Eva portuguesa - «Dia da mulher»</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;[8 de Março de 2013]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Sim, comemoro o dia da mulher!&lt;br /&gt;
Sim, porque nós, putas, também somos mulheres!&lt;br /&gt;
E também somos seres humanos e mães e filhas e irmãs...&lt;br /&gt;
E porque, como toda a gente de bem, tentamos sustentar-nos e aos nossos sem fazer mal a ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;
E sim, também sonhamos, rimos, choramos e sangramos...&lt;br /&gt;
E sim, também, como todas as outras mulheres, sonhamos com o príncipe encantado e com o final das histórias de fadas "e foram felizes para sempre".&lt;br /&gt;
E sim, como as outras mulheres, lutamos da melhor forma que podemos com aquilo que temos, para realizarmos os nossos sonhos e objectivos.&lt;br /&gt;
Sim, somos frágeis, guerreiras, fortes, sonhadoras, amantes, amigas, bonitas, feias, felizes ou &lt;b&gt;sós&lt;/b&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;
Somos mulheres....&lt;br /&gt;
E hoje é o nosso dia!&lt;br /&gt;
Não o estraguem por favor!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Eva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
blog &lt;a href="http://evaportuguesa.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Eva portuguesa - porque o prazer não é pecado&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://terradencanto.blogspot.pt/" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oI02UM4zPXk/UFskxvyOrpI/AAAAAAAAKOA/kty4Gfihp30/s1600/terradencanto_blog.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
caminho costeira&lt;br /&gt;
por onde passam gritos,&lt;br /&gt;
através das rochas, areias e granitos&lt;br /&gt;
e das conchas despegadas de sonhos e madrugadas.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
caminho sobrevoando rios, onde&lt;br /&gt;
confluem ritos de primaveras floridas,&lt;br /&gt;
rosas-chá do deserto do vento, cantando gotas&lt;br /&gt;
de suor sobranceiras, caindo sobre ombros escondidos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
do mar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
caminho navegando as ondas&lt;br /&gt;
da tua serenidade alada, seda lavrada das noites&lt;br /&gt;
e dos olhares marginais das borboletas. sobre as asas&lt;br /&gt;
caminho, e sobre o caminho, perpetuo imagens de urdiduras&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
de mãos que se tocam.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Susana Duarte&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Blog &lt;a href="http://terradencanto.blogspot.pt/"&gt;Terra de Encanto&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/8059131407355514632?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/8059131407355514632?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/caminho-susana-duarte.html" title="«Caminho» - Susana Duarte" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oI02UM4zPXk/UFskxvyOrpI/AAAAAAAAKOA/kty4Gfihp30/s72-c/terradencanto_blog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcEQ3YycSp7ImA9WhBaEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-1602139215472741346</id><published>2013-05-21T07:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-21T07:00:02.899+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-21T07:00:02.899+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Colecção" /><title>A espargata</title><content type="html">Esta pequena estatueta em bronze (20 cm de pé a pé) encontra-se com alguma facilidade mas a preços que não se coadunam com o meu salário português.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas desta vez não me escapou. E agora faz esta acrobacia na minha colecção.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Agência de Publicidade: TORKE + CC, Lisboa, Portugal&lt;br /&gt;
Directores de criação: André Rabanéa, Hugo Tornelo, Pedro Alegria&lt;br /&gt;
Directores de arte: Daniel Machado, João Pereira, Rui Pica e Rui Santos&lt;br /&gt;
Redacção: Nuno Trindade, Zeynep Rabanéa&lt;br /&gt;
Planeamento: Diogo Teixeira, Mariana Figueiredo, Frederico Ferreira&lt;br /&gt;
Produtor: Soraia Silva&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"O Projecto Auto-estima da Dove tem vindo a trabalhar há vários anos na promoção da auto-estima das mulheres e para desmistificar o mito da beleza. Recentemente, esta missão foi estendida às crianças. De acordo com a pesquisa da marca, 6 em cada 10 meninas pararam de fazer algo de que gostam, porque se sentiram desconfortáveis com a sua aparência.&lt;br /&gt;
Fomos convidados para apresentar o Projecto de Auto-estima Dove em Portugal pela primeira vez para despertar as consciências entre os adultos sobre o impacto que o seu comportamento pode ter sobre a auto-estima das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;
Criámos o anúncio de papel químico, um anúncio de imprensa numa revista especializada para pais. O anúncio desafiou os leitores a testar a sua memória escrevendo a pior coisa que se lembravam de lhes terem chamado na sua infância. Para facilitar, também incluía uma caneta. O que eles não sabiam era que se tinha colocado um pedaço de papel químico do outro lado da página, e a palavra que escreveram no teste de memória era impressa na camisa de uma criança na página seguinte, com o texto "As palavras marcam as crianças para sempre".&lt;br /&gt;
Os leitores que brincaram (principalmente os pais) viram o resultado de sua acção impresso numa criança, tal como as palavras que podem "simplesmente" dizer às crianças podem ficar com elas, para a vida. Nós fomos capazes de introduzir as metas do projecto Auto-estima da Dove em Portugal de uma forma mais interactiva, através de um anúncio impresso, que realmente encarnou a principal preocupação do projecto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_0HQqV7jDKc?rel=0" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/5101854896985897241?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/5101854896985897241?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/belo-e-seres-quem-es-campanha-da-dove.html" title="Belo é seres quem és! - Campanha da Dove pela auto-estima" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/_0HQqV7jDKc/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEFQ3w4eyp7ImA9WhBaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-6474569056823314053</id><published>2013-05-20T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T12:00:12.233+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-20T12:00:12.233+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sai um bagaço" /><title>«conversa 1978» - bagaço amarelo</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZmdCmy1Mx8/TtYMky5h79I/AAAAAAAAHmc/VpucwfCBPJM/s1600/nao_compreendo_as_mulheres.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Ela - Tenho alguns amigos que fazem uma festa sempre que me vêem, a não ser que estejam com as respectivas namoradas ou mulheres. Aí, cumprimentam-me discretamente ou nem reparam em mim. Nunca percebi porque é que há tantos homens assim...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu - Não há muitos, de certeza. Tu é que deves ter amigos fora do normal.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela - É o que eu estou a dizer. Os homens são todos igualmente fora do normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;bagaço amarelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Blog «&lt;a href="http://naocompreendoasmulheres.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Não compreendo as mulheres&lt;/a&gt;»</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/6474569056823314053?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/6474569056823314053?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/conversa-1978-bagaco-amarelo.html" title="«conversa 1978» - bagaço amarelo" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZmdCmy1Mx8/TtYMky5h79I/AAAAAAAAHmc/VpucwfCBPJM/s72-c/nao_compreendo_as_mulheres.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMERn4-cSp7ImA9WhBaEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-5546519906867534272</id><published>2013-05-20T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T10:00:07.059+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-20T10:00:07.059+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="estúdio Raposa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="odes" /><title>Luís Gaspar lê «Sonho...» de Helena Maltez</title><content type="html">"a noite entrou, encantada&lt;br /&gt;
adormeceu-me o corpo&lt;br /&gt;
envolveu-se nos meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
fez-me sentir-te em ti&lt;br /&gt;
tremer junto ao teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;
beijar teus lábios demoradamente&lt;br /&gt;
descobrir o teu gosto&lt;br /&gt;
com meu corpo inteiro&lt;br /&gt;
fomos sombras ocultas&lt;br /&gt;
cheias de movimento&lt;br /&gt;
desejos penetrantes e agitados&lt;br /&gt;
fomos nós num momento&lt;br /&gt;
da duvida que sonha a certeza&lt;br /&gt;
o desequilíbrio na infame consciência&lt;br /&gt;
a noite fez-nos sentir&lt;br /&gt;
o silêncio vestido de branco&lt;br /&gt;
a ausência irreal&lt;br /&gt;
em forma de sonho&lt;br /&gt;
viajámos juntos em sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;
e o teu corpo fundiu no meu&lt;br /&gt;
de alto a baixo&lt;br /&gt;
o suspiro violento&lt;br /&gt;
numa voraz paixão&lt;br /&gt;
que nos alimentou as veias&lt;br /&gt;
da noite que cresceu como louca,&lt;br /&gt;
brotavam palavras, nas entrelinhas&lt;br /&gt;
um intenso amo-te&lt;br /&gt;
no duelo de quem ama&lt;br /&gt;
a noite acordou-me&lt;br /&gt;
abandonou-me sem sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
tu não te encontravas lá&lt;br /&gt;
só a cama, branca, amarrotada…"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Helena Maltez&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ouçam este poema na voz d'ouro de &lt;a href="http://www.estudioraposa.com/index.php/01/02/2013/helena-maltez-sonho/"&gt;Luís Gaspar, no Estúdio Raposa&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/5546519906867534272?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/5546519906867534272?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/luis-gaspar-le-sonho-de-helena-maltez.html" title="Luís Gaspar lê «Sonho...» de Helena Maltez" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EEQ3k9cSp7ImA9WhBaEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-4506418949276290337</id><published>2013-05-20T07:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-20T07:00:02.769+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-20T07:00:02.769+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cartoons" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Capinaremos" /><title>Guardiões das fronteiras</title><content type="html">Todo mundo merece &lt;b&gt;relaxar&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;
&lt;img src="http://capinaremos.com/files/2013/04/warg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Deve ser legal ser um coelho…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://capinaremos.com/"&gt;Capinaremos.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
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Nem sei que vos diga...&lt;br /&gt;
Que percebo a legenda "bicampeão"?&lt;br /&gt;
Que ricas medalhas!&lt;br /&gt;
Que o futebol assim é lindo e eu gosto?&lt;br /&gt;
E a t-shirt da menina a pedir para lhe Ligar...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2lWIegXW7o/UZkxHZbTJBI/AAAAAAAAM20/hm0hkBOZ67o/s1600/Campeonato_2012-2013_Porto_campe%C3%A3o_2013-05-19.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="480" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2lWIegXW7o/UZkxHZbTJBI/AAAAAAAAM20/hm0hkBOZ67o/s640/Campeonato_2012-2013_Porto_campe%C3%A3o_2013-05-19.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/6590063806746850420?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/6590063806746850420?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/o-que-eu-tenho-perdido-por-nao-me-meter.html" title="O que eu tenho perdido por não me meter nestas andanças do futebol..." /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s2lWIegXW7o/UZkxHZbTJBI/AAAAAAAAM20/hm0hkBOZ67o/s72-c/Campeonato_2012-2013_Porto_campe%C3%A3o_2013-05-19.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EESX0zeyp7ImA9WhBbGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-8419608915851858898</id><published>2013-05-19T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-19T16:00:08.383+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-19T16:00:08.383+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videoqueca" /><title>A malta antigamente divertia-se...</title><content type="html">&lt;iframe frameborder="0" height="510" scrolling="no" src="http://xhamster.com/xembed.php?video=1861965" width="640"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/8419608915851858898?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/8419608915851858898?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/a-malta-antigamente-divertia-se.html" title="A malta antigamente divertia-se..." /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UERHw-eCp7ImA9WhBbGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-4847676499277539640</id><published>2013-05-19T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-19T12:00:05.250+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-19T12:00:05.250+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fodografia" /><title>69 escalado</title><content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;center&gt;
&lt;a href="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6p25b2Fh31qd0ln0o1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m6p25b2Fh31qd0ln0o1_500.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Gordon Denman - via &lt;a href="http://danishprinciple.tumblr.com/post/26560675232/gordon-denman"&gt;Danish Principle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;
</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/4847676499277539640?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/4847676499277539640?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/69-escalado.html" title="69 escalado" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcERH8-fyp7ImA9WhBbGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-2285345844093561342</id><published>2013-05-19T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-19T10:00:05.157+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-19T10:00:05.157+01:00</app:edited><title>Alzheimer</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyyJZI_VOh4/RmGv-C0w24I/AAAAAAAAAlI/LZVivIfxA_M/s1600-h/couple_moderne.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071528135840816002" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyyJZI_VOh4/RmGv-C0w24I/AAAAAAAAAlI/LZVivIfxA_M/s400/couple_moderne.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;
O quarto dele era muito luminoso e estava pejado de molduras com as imagens dos filhos e dos netos. Ela sentou-se na bordinha da cama de corpo e meio e ajeitou a saia a tapar mais os joelhos como rotineiramente fazia e ele logo se sentou a seu lado, com vista próxima sem ter de ajeitar os óculos para um amplo busto cujo silicone mantinha firme e quase fazia saltar os botões da blusa e uma pele quase juvenil esticada pelo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;botox&lt;/span&gt; de outros tempos.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abriu então a sua caixinha de comprimidos e exibiu todos os que tinha. Grandes e pequenos, redondos ou cápsulas e numa variedade de cores que ia do branco ao rosa, do amarelo ao azul. Ela retirou a sua de um bolsinho da saia e com um ligeiro rubor na face abriu-a e estendeu-lha nas mãos. Com um sorriso rasgado ele elogiou os compartimentos funcionais. E ali ficaram alguns instantes agradados por ter nas mãos o cofrezinho do outro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ela gabou-lhe a claridade do quarto em comparação com o dela com vista para as traseiras e sol de pouca dura. Recordava-lhe a sua casa que deixara há anos, talvez em 2007, quando entrara ali no lar. Ele sorriu, emudeceu e acabou por lhe confidenciar que havia outra razão porque lhe quisera mostrar o quarto mas já não fazia a mais pálida ideia do que era.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/2285345844093561342?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/2285345844093561342?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/alzheimer.html" title="Alzheimer" /><author><name>maria_arvore</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01278429638127107680</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CyyJZI_VOh4/SVwM1Lwe2ZI/AAAAAAAAEg4/n4yBbJoSWyE/S220/maria.arvore%40gmail.com_0257704b.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CyyJZI_VOh4/RmGv-C0w24I/AAAAAAAAAlI/LZVivIfxA_M/s72-c/couple_moderne.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8FQ3c7cSp7ImA9WhBbGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-5643159592371578787</id><published>2013-05-19T08:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-19T08:00:12.909+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-19T08:00:12.909+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cartoons" /><title>Casar com o par ideal</title><content type="html">&lt;center&gt;
&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/43a133808b2bce0c24425a2d5937cd22/tumblr_mf7xabHfo81qgevfco1_1280.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Adam West, personagem da série «Family Guy»&lt;/center&gt;
</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/5643159592371578787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/5643159592371578787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/casar-com-o-par-ideal.html" title="Casar com o par ideal" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCSHY-eSp7ImA9WhBbGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-212549132944031730</id><published>2013-05-19T00:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-19T00:54:29.851+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-19T00:54:29.851+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Confraria do Príapo" /><title>«Falo no Beco» - evento da Confraria do Príapo</title><content type="html">Tenho orgulho de fazer parte da Confraria da Príapo desde a sua fundação (não confundir com a funda São).&lt;br /&gt;
Apreciem esta reportagem da TV Caldas sobre o evento «Falo no Beco» realizado pela Confraria do Príapo no passado dia 11 de Maio, nas Caldas da Rainha:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/63173106"&gt;Robin Thicke 'Blurred Lines' (Dirty Version)&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user8791994"&gt;OB MANAGEMENT&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/4746180204810185581?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/4746180204810185581?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/robin-thicke-blurred-lines-dirty-version.html" title="Robin Thicke - «Blurred Lines (Dirty Version)»" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8EQHw7eip7ImA9WhBbGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-930910216230132188</id><published>2013-05-18T12:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-18T12:00:01.202+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-18T12:00:01.202+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sai um bagaço" /><title>«conversa 1973» - bagaço amarelo</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;(em minha casa)&lt;br /&gt;
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Ela - Tu não ligas o televisor?&lt;br /&gt;
Eu - Não tenho a antena ligada. Só vejo filmes em dvd...&lt;br /&gt;
Ela - Mas não gostas mesmo de televisão?&lt;br /&gt;
Eu - Há canais que gostava de ter, mas é muito caro. Mas quando estou na casa da minha namorada gosto de ver algumas coisas... ainda ontem vi um filme de boches.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela - Também só pensas em sexo...&lt;br /&gt;
Eu - Boches! Eu disse boches.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela - Boches?!&lt;br /&gt;
Eu - Sim. Não sabes o que é um boche?&lt;br /&gt;
Ela - Se não for sexo oral com papas de Nestum na boca, não sei.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu - Um boche é um militar alemão nazi... estava a falar de um documentário da segunda guerra mundial.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela - Ah! Nunca me passou pela cabeça que um nazi pudesse ter um nome tão... sei lá... tão apetitoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;bagaço amarelo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Blog «&lt;a href="http://naocompreendoasmulheres.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Não compreendo as mulheres&lt;/a&gt;»</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/930910216230132188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6050972/posts/default/930910216230132188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://blog.afundasao.com/2013/05/conversa-1973-bagaco-amarelo.html" title="«conversa 1973» - bagaço amarelo" /><author><name>São Rosas</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/104812864829809131627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uqYnar6mniA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAJBk/krk1jw43HHc/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FZmdCmy1Mx8/TtYMky5h79I/AAAAAAAAHmc/VpucwfCBPJM/s72-c/nao_compreendo_as_mulheres.jpg" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEEQ344eyp7ImA9WhBbGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050972.post-8570424153568809015</id><published>2013-05-18T10:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-05-18T10:00:02.033+01:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2013-05-18T10:00:02.033+01:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Colecção" /><title>«Tees» de golfe</title><content type="html">Uma das muitas coisas que gosto na minha colecção é a sua diversidade.&lt;br /&gt;
Estes «tees» vieram de Espanha, para a sexão de jogos da minha colecção.&lt;br /&gt;
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