<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021</id><updated>2011-07-29T08:22:32.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia mais tarde</title><subtitle type='html'>se me apetecer... volto para trás, para o que ficou, para o que se disse, o que não se disse, para o princípio de quem acabou de chegar, para o final de quem entretanto partiu, para o lugar da saudade que ficou... aqui</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>73</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-675744002085603754</id><published>2011-04-28T22:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T22:19:29.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apeteceu-me</title><content type='html'>vir aqui dizer que o meu carro morreu!... ahhh.. e gritar FODA-SE! (que não se pode escrever no facebook)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era só isto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-675744002085603754?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/675744002085603754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=675744002085603754' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/675744002085603754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/675744002085603754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2011/04/apeteceu-me.html' title='Apeteceu-me'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6500585862138448958</id><published>2010-05-26T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:50:50.762+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdades</title><content type='html'>Onde não gostarem de ti, não te demores.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6500585862138448958?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/6500585862138448958/comments/default' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-7735415324630706815</id><published>2010-05-26T22:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:48:48.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>keep fighting</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/xdSlmBxHovY/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xdSlmBxHovY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xdSlmBxHovY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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fighting'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6171658185959982337</id><published>2010-05-26T22:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T22:40:51.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gosto</title><content type='html'>Pela minha parte sei que gosto muito de muito em ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da meiguice desmedida, da forma natural como me agradas, sem esforço, como se respirasses apenas, gosto da forma apaixonada com que entraste na minha vida, da inconsciência infantil dos nossos primeiros encontros, da forma apaixonada com que te dedicas àquilo que amas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te ver rir, de te ouvir rir, de te ouvir simplesmente, de contemplar os teus olhos pendurados em mim, dos exageros com que falas das supostas maleitas, da fragilidade física aumentada, da meia-aspirina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da forma como respeitas o meu espaço, do respeito pela minha individualidade, do respeito enquanto mulher, mãe, amante... gosto dessa insegurança tão masculina de quem que não tem a veleidade sequer de sondar os mistérios femininos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te ser a tua deusa, o teu dormir, o teu acordar, os teus sonhos, o primeiro sorriso da manhã, o aperto no peito, o colo, o acelerar do coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6171658185959982337?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6988467016714672700</id><published>2010-01-26T12:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T12:39:40.475Z</updated><title type='text'>Sou só eu que acho...</title><content type='html'>ou as pessoas de uma maneira geral tendem a complicar a vida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6988467016714672700?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/6988467016714672700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=6988467016714672700' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SqJ8W4dKueI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7ruruewm4Rw/s1600-h/08-06-2008+028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377997637587483106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SqJ8W4dKueI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7ruruewm4Rw/s320/08-06-2008+028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 Anos... os melhores de todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para ti:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este ano muita coisa mudou, não foi filho? Estes teus 7 anos não estão a ser iguais aos outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mamã pede desculpa, e espera que um dia possas perceber que furacão foi este que passou na tua vida que te obrigará a crescer, sim, sem dúvida, mas que também te trará sofrimento... é saber isso que não suporto, essa é a única dor que insiste colar-se ao meu peito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo farei para te ver feliz, mas também sei que o tudo que eu farei, é muito menos do que te podia ter dado, não fosse a vida dos adultos ser complicada... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amor, dar-te-ei sempre muito amor, todo o amor que tu conseguires fazer caber no teu pequeno coração. Serei sempre a tua melhor amiga, tu serás sempre o meu bebé... o meu João bebé, um ser humano raro, belo e puro, para mim, o melhor de todos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sorte a minha ter-te como filho, bolas! Nem sei se mereço... Hoje fazes anos, 7 anos! 7 é um número mágico, é um ano de grandes mudanças, mas juntos, sempre juntos, vamos superar, vamos ser felizes, é só isso que eu quero, ajudar-te a conseguires ser uma pessoa feliz, parece fácil, não é? Mas não é, por experiência própria sei que não é...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amo-te muito capitão!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Mamã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8569463931123588469?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8569463931123588469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=8569463931123588469' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8569463931123588469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8569463931123588469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-de-setembro-de-2002.html' title='5 de Setembro de 2002'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SqJ8W4dKueI/AAAAAAAAAP8/7ruruewm4Rw/s72-c/08-06-2008+028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5682805849415980124</id><published>2009-08-25T10:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T10:46:39.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>35 Anos</title><content type='html'>Há alguém que se esqueceu de mim e isso magoa e dói&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;Nunca gostei de fazer anos, agora menos ainda... dá-me sempre muita vontade de chorar, só porque sim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sou lamechas, mas é bom sentir que estamos no coração dos outros, no coração daqueles cujo o amor por nós nunca pusémos em causa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5682805849415980124?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5682805849415980124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5682805849415980124' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5682805849415980124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5682805849415980124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/08/35-anos.html' title='35 Anos'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-9221959110208182523</id><published>2009-07-30T10:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T10:37:15.958+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Travessia</title><content type='html'>"Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas que já têm a forma do nosso corpo e esquecer os nossos caminhos que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares.&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo da travessia, e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos...".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-9221959110208182523?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/9221959110208182523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=9221959110208182523' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/9221959110208182523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/9221959110208182523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/07/travessia.html' title='Travessia'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3361703870969752034</id><published>2009-07-22T10:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:06:54.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ESCOLHAS</title><content type='html'>Vão-se os anéis, ficam os dedos e a certeza de ter feito a opção certa... Custa, mas alimenta-se secretamente a esperança de que um dia tudo voltará à normalidade, seja lá o que isso for.&lt;br /&gt;Dia difícil, hoje... :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life must go on, and on, and on...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-3361703870969752034?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3361703870969752034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=3361703870969752034' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3361703870969752034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3361703870969752034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/07/escolhas.html' title='ESCOLHAS'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-8853728901408065354</id><published>2009-06-19T12:08:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T12:16:20.984+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My life is for rent...  sem "If"</title><content type='html'>I haven't ever really found a place that I call home&lt;br /&gt;I never stick around quite long enough to make it&lt;br /&gt;I apologize that once again I'm not in love&lt;br /&gt;But it's not as if I mind, that your heart ain't exactly breaking&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent&lt;br /&gt;And I don't, learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get,&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always thought that I would love to live by the sea&lt;br /&gt;To travel the world alone&lt;br /&gt;And live more simply&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what's happened to that dream&lt;br /&gt;Cos, there's really nothing left here to stop me&lt;br /&gt;It's just a thought, only a thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent&lt;br /&gt;And I don't, learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get,&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While my heart is a shield&lt;br /&gt;And I won't, let it down&lt;br /&gt;While I am so, afraid to fail&lt;br /&gt;So I won't even try&lt;br /&gt;Well how can I, say I'm alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if my life is for rent&lt;br /&gt;And I don't learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get,&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my life is for rent&lt;br /&gt;And I don't, learn to buy&lt;br /&gt;Well I deserve nothing more than I get,&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;Cos nothing I have is truly mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8853728901408065354?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8853728901408065354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5491766131101333999</id><published>2009-05-07T12:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T12:39:17.849+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ciclos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SgLH4WDTBJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/O2F77X41eE4/s1600-h/880685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333044679566099602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SgLH4WDTBJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/O2F77X41eE4/s320/880685.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O sol foi mesmo embora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aguardo um novo amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5491766131101333999?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5491766131101333999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5491766131101333999' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5491766131101333999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5491766131101333999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/05/ciclos.html' title='Ciclos'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SgLH4WDTBJI/AAAAAAAAAOs/O2F77X41eE4/s72-c/880685.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3588623007310164990</id><published>2009-04-28T20:55:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T20:58:53.140+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FILMES E VIDAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SfdfdTbxOjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/l86joyoHlc4/s1600-h/ZCAA1NQ83CAJPD18GCAK584V1CAVX47Q5CA192S35CAQEA3USCA4YH2RRCA6U6JQDCABH0YC0CA7YL2MRCAD1X5NRCA8PHXRWCAY63TRUCAMM5BQICANH75A7CAD4RK3OCA5FX7L6CA2XHQ17CAJ8J742.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329833641053862450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SfdfdTbxOjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/l86joyoHlc4/s320/ZCAA1NQ83CAJPD18GCAK584V1CAVX47Q5CA192S35CAQEA3USCA4YH2RRCA6U6JQDCABH0YC0CA7YL2MRCAD1X5NRCA8PHXRWCAY63TRUCAMM5BQICANH75A7CAD4RK3OCA5FX7L6CA2XHQ17CAJ8J742.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os actores podem ser maravilhosos mas quando o argumento não presta o filme acaba sempre por ser um fracasso... :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-3588623007310164990?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3588623007310164990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SfdfdTbxOjI/AAAAAAAAAOk/l86joyoHlc4/s72-c/ZCAA1NQ83CAJPD18GCAK584V1CAVX47Q5CA192S35CAQEA3USCA4YH2RRCA6U6JQDCABH0YC0CA7YL2MRCAD1X5NRCA8PHXRWCAY63TRUCAMM5BQICANH75A7CAD4RK3OCA5FX7L6CA2XHQ17CAJ8J742.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-2089798182635549124</id><published>2009-04-26T17:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:34:53.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Palma e a Mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SfSM8aGtPKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/M5icReb1ejw/s1600-h/722504.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329039228513631394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SfSM8aGtPKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/M5icReb1ejw/s320/722504.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gastei mais que as palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;em sonhos que eram teus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e do pó que pisavas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiz estradas e céus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inventei ventos e ruas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;fiz-me louco nos teus braços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e das minhas frases nuas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no teu corpo escrevi laços&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se partires de manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixa a sombra e o chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta noite eu e tu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;somos a Palma e o Mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no nome que te dei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu já tens onde acordar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanhã eu não sei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem te vai abraçar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e então voltas do nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sem pecado ou perdão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta noite eu e tu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;somos a Palma e a mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;vem de longe o teu caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e em mim faz sempre Verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;esta noite eu e tu &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;somos mais do que a razão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu sou um mundo sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;por isso é fácil dizeres não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;volta para mim esta noite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para sermos a Palma e a Mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem retirada de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-2089798182635549124?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/2089798182635549124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=2089798182635549124' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2089798182635549124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2089798182635549124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/04/palma-e-mao.html' title='A Palma e a Mão'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SfSM8aGtPKI/AAAAAAAAAOc/M5icReb1ejw/s72-c/722504.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-1753088514754367720</id><published>2009-04-24T15:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:54:56.901+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish...</title><content type='html'>Please don't be scared&lt;br /&gt;I won't dissapoint you&lt;br /&gt;Just look at my face&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't love you anyway&lt;br /&gt;I wanna try it&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm already trying&lt;br /&gt;I'm already trying&lt;br /&gt;Because I believe it&lt;br /&gt;Yes I believe it&lt;br /&gt;And I am trying...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting Keep fighting...&lt;br /&gt;Together we can build something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll build love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Could I ever learn how to live wiht you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause I believe itYes I believe it&lt;br /&gt;And I am trying...&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting Keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we can build something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll build love...&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting Keep fighting&lt;br /&gt;Together we can build something beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fightingKeep fighting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wont give up on you...&lt;br /&gt;Please keep fighting Together we'll build love...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you give up now on me&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up on you...&lt;div 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wish...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-602795112506205565</id><published>2009-04-21T21:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T22:20:45.345+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Mudou</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda que pareça que sim, apenas a aparência de que tudo podia ter sido diferente. Às velhas, novas culpas se juntaram, ao desejo de mudar, novos sonhos se encostaram, e o cinismo, esse permanece incólume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Debaixo de uma aparente normalidade há um corpo que faz doer, que quer comer, dormir e respirar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-602795112506205565?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/602795112506205565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=602795112506205565' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/602795112506205565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/602795112506205565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/04/nada-mudou.html' title='Nada Mudou'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-1129303963963116145</id><published>2009-04-20T16:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T16:15:39.325+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que só uma mulher consegue</title><content type='html'>Passar a vida inteira, numa luta com o próprio cabelo...&lt;br /&gt;Passar uma vida inteira a fazer dieta...&lt;br /&gt;Comprar uma camisola que não combina com mais nada, só por que o preço estava irresistível e achámos aquela cor de beterraba um espanto!&lt;br /&gt;Fingir naturalidade durante um exame ginecológico...&lt;br /&gt;Enfiar-se numa calça de ganga para definir a estrutura do corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Ter crises conjugais, crises existenciais, crise de identidade, crise de nervos e ataque de riso tudo no mesmo dia!&lt;br /&gt;Ser mãe solteira, mãe casada, mãe separada, mãe do marido.&lt;br /&gt;Depilar as pernas axilas e afins de 15 em 15 dias (com cera!)&lt;br /&gt;Rasgar as meias na entrada de uma festa e ainda assim sorrir e passar um bom bocado.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-se pronta para conquistar o mundo, quando usa um batom novo e se sente bem vestida!&lt;br /&gt;Chorar na casa-de banho, a olhar para o espelho, para ver qual o melhor ângulo.&lt;br /&gt;Achar que o seu relacionamento acabou, e depois descobrir que era tudo SPM.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca saber se é para dividir a conta, ou se é para ficar meiguinha...&lt;br /&gt;Colocar uma espartilhos para disfarçar a barriga.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar completamente feliz, por que ele ligou.&lt;br /&gt;Dizer não, para ele insistir bastante, e aí sim dizer sim!&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir gentilmente para uma homem charmoso  e fazer-se descontraída enquanto uma cólica louca a rasga como se fosse uma bazuca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Retirado de algures&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/4523042561750558021-1129303963963116145?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1129303963963116145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=1129303963963116145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1129303963963116145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1129303963963116145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/04/coisas-que-so-uma-mulher-consegue.html' title='Coisas que só uma mulher consegue'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-242695761942766485</id><published>2009-04-16T16:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T16:48:23.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>INSOMNIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SedSSv5XAsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MTJVid3Cmqw/s1600-h/1219719.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325315566437073602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SedSSv5XAsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MTJVid3Cmqw/s320/1219719.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Insomnia is almost an oasis in which those who have to think or suffer, darkly take refuge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas cansa, caramba!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem retirada de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://www.olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-242695761942766485?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/242695761942766485/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=242695761942766485' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/242695761942766485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/242695761942766485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/04/insomnia.html' title='INSOMNIA'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SedSSv5XAsI/AAAAAAAAAOU/MTJVid3Cmqw/s72-c/1219719.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-1960196447458594618</id><published>2009-04-08T23:40:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T23:45:44.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/Sd0oUBDq2eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p--cGW39QHM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322454658968115682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/Sd0oUBDq2eI/AAAAAAAAAN0/p--cGW39QHM/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acredito que se um homem vivesse a sua vida plenamente, desse forma a cada sentimento, expessão a cada pensamento, realidade a cada sonho, acredito que o mundo beneficiaria de um novo impulso de energia tão intenso que esqueceríamos todas as doenças da época medieval e regressaríamos ao ideal helénico, possivelmente até a algo mais depurado e mais rico do que o ideal helénico. Mas o mais corajoso homem entre nós tem medo de si próprio. A mutilação do selvagem sobrevive tragicamente na autonegação que nos corrompe a vida. Somos castigados pelas nossas renúncias. Cada impulso que tentamos estrangular germina no cérebro e envenena-nos. O corpo peca uma vez, e acaba com o pecado, porque a acção é um modo de expurgação. Nada mais permanece do que a lembrança de um prazer, ou o luxo de um remorso. A única maneira de nos livrarmos de uma tentação é cedermos-lhe. Se lhe resistirmos, a nossa alma adoece com o anseio das coisas que se proibiu, com o desejo daquilo que as suas monstruosas leis tornaram monstruoso e ilegal. Já se disse que os grandes acontecimentos do mundo ocorrem no cérebro. É também no cérebro, e apenas neste, que ocorrem os grandes pecados do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Oscar Wilde, in "O Retrato de Dorian Gray"&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/4523042561750558021-1960196447458594618?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1960196447458594618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=1960196447458594618' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1960196447458594618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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hear me, I'm talking to you&lt;br /&gt;Across the water across the deep blue ocean&lt;br /&gt;Under the open sky oh my, baby I'm trying&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hear you in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;I feel you whisper across the sea&lt;br /&gt;I keep you with me in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You make it easier when life gets hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhhoohhhhohhooohhooohhooohoooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a love like this&lt;br /&gt;Every time we say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I wish we had one more kiss&lt;br /&gt;I wait for you I promise you, I will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;And so I'm sailing through the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To an island where we'll meet&lt;br /&gt;You'll hear the music, feel the air&lt;br /&gt;I put a flower in your hair&lt;br /&gt;And though the breeze is through trees&lt;br /&gt;Move so pretty you're all I see&lt;br /&gt;As the world keep spinning round&lt;br /&gt;You hold me right here right now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucky I'm in love with my best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have been where I have been&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home again&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we're in love in every way&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to have stayed where we have stayed&lt;br /&gt;Lucky to be coming home someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooohh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh oohOoooh ooooh oooh oooh ooh ooh ooh ooh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5667641247979523051?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5667641247979523051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5667641247979523051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5667641247979523051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5667641247979523051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/04/nao-me-sai-da-cabeca.html' title='NÃO ME SAI DA CABEÇA...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-2566306891421470551</id><published>2009-03-26T16:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T16:57:50.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma vida para encher!</title><content type='html'>Outro dia, enquanto mandava umas coisas para dentro da Bimby e enfiava umas colheres de sopa na boca dos meus filhos chamou-me a atenção, no programa "Nos por Cá" ouvir uma senhora dizer em estúdio qualquer coisa como:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nós temos duas coisas que não podemos fugir, o nascer e o morrer!..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, pensei, é verdade... depois continua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"... e temos pelo meio uma vida para encher!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e aquilo incomodou-me... pensar na imagem de "uma vida para encher!..." A minha vida não é para encher, bolas!&lt;br /&gt;a vida é para viver... para disfrutar, para usufruir e juro que me apeteceu interromper a esta senhora  e dizer: - olhe, a vida não é para isso... a senhora está enganada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E logo depois disto continuei na minha azáfama diária, crianças, mesa, banhos, brincar, tpc's, casa, marido, trabalho... tudo o que "enche" a minha vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-2566306891421470551?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/2566306891421470551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=2566306891421470551' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2566306891421470551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2566306891421470551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/03/uma-vida-para-encher.html' title='Uma vida para encher!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3657278765037617586</id><published>2009-02-25T23:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-25T23:29:47.796Z</updated><title type='text'>De formas que... por agora é isto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SaXUTTUtJjI/AAAAAAAAANk/3lY62nOWbi4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306881163995719218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SaXUTTUtJjI/AAAAAAAAANk/3lY62nOWbi4/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ele precisava tanto de escrever como de apagar o que escrevia."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pedro Paixão&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/4523042561750558021-3657278765037617586?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3657278765037617586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=3657278765037617586' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3657278765037617586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3657278765037617586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/02/de-formas-que-por-agora-e-isto.html' title='De formas que... por agora é isto'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SaXUTTUtJjI/AAAAAAAAANk/3lY62nOWbi4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-4060430770031661805</id><published>2009-01-08T23:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:35:10.092Z</updated><title type='text'>Estrada fora... até faz pó na lama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SWaNl--X2yI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mWbyVn7xhxc/s1600-h/mercedes-b-bcl-1-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289070496092511010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SWaNl--X2yI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mWbyVn7xhxc/s320/mercedes-b-bcl-1-1024x768.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É lindo, tem charme, é discreto, confortável, seguro e é meu finalmente!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, agora juízo... vamos lá ver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-4060430770031661805?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/4060430770031661805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=4060430770031661805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/4060430770031661805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/4060430770031661805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/01/estrada-fora-at-faz-p-na-lama.html' title='Estrada fora... até faz pó na lama'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SWaNl--X2yI/AAAAAAAAANQ/mWbyVn7xhxc/s72-c/mercedes-b-bcl-1-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6253791080402863527</id><published>2009-01-07T23:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T23:26:12.750Z</updated><title type='text'>TREMORES MAMÁRIOS</title><content type='html'>Já disse aqui algures que  meu filho, João é um ser humano maravilhoso, e é mesmo... lindo, espontâneo, meigo, sensível, amigo, fiel, amigo, leal, respeita muito os avós, qualidade cada vez mais rara e que muito aprecio! Agora, uma vez limpa a baba que ficou em cima do teclado, vou continuar...&lt;br /&gt;É um menino curioso que se interessa pelos fenómenos da natureza, sismos, vulcões, tempestades, marés, outros planetas. Recentemente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;estivemos&lt;/span&gt; a conversar sobre os procedimentos a ter no caso de haver um tremor de terra. Ora ontem deu na televisão uma reportagem sobre um importante avanço científico no diagnóstico e tratamento do cancro da mama. O João veio ter comigo muito aflito e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mamã, tens que ir ao médico...&lt;br /&gt;- Eu? Então?&lt;br /&gt;- Verdade mamã, estão a dizer na televisão... tens que ir ver as mamas, por causa dos "tremores"!! É mesmo verdade...&lt;br /&gt;- Dos tremores? Ai sim? E ele continuou...&lt;br /&gt;- Mas não tenhas medo que aquilo não dói nada, é com um líquido que se põe e uma máquina assim, e fez os movimentos do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ecógrafo&lt;/span&gt;... - mas nem suja nada, nem nada, que depois eles limpam com um papel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;puto&lt;/span&gt; é mesmo bem apanhado, caraças!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6253791080402863527?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/6253791080402863527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=6253791080402863527' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6253791080402863527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6253791080402863527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2009/01/tremores-mamrios.html' title='TREMORES MAMÁRIOS'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-8917969068917439767</id><published>2008-11-21T17:37:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T01:24:28.641Z</updated><title type='text'>COMO É QUE É?</title><content type='html'>Um simulacro de sismo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"O objectivo é testar a capacidade de resposta das autoridades, em situação de caos e de destruição. Estas situações vão ser provocadas por um sismo na Região de Lisboa e Vale do Tejo..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Então mas com tudo o que tem acontecido, haverá necessidade de simular uma catástrofe? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele há cada uma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8917969068917439767?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8917969068917439767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=8917969068917439767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8917969068917439767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8917969068917439767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/11/como-que.html' title='COMO É QUE É?'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-292122174984553685</id><published>2008-11-05T13:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:50:01.067Z</updated><title type='text'>Obaaaaaa!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SRGkgpAQfTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GlkozDs0Yv0/s1600-h/barack-obama-teens1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265170320042523954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SRGkgpAQfTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GlkozDs0Yv0/s320/barack-obama-teens1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o Denzel Washington da Política... que sainete, sim senhora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-292122174984553685?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/292122174984553685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=292122174984553685' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/292122174984553685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/292122174984553685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/11/obaaaaaa.html' title='Obaaaaaa!!!!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SRGkgpAQfTI/AAAAAAAAAM4/GlkozDs0Yv0/s72-c/barack-obama-teens1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5872851796210371756</id><published>2008-10-06T22:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:57:33.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CONFIDÊNCIAS</title><content type='html'>Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;Vem ouvir a minha cabeça a contar histórias lindas que ainda não viajei!&lt;br /&gt;Traze tinta encarnada para escrever estas coisas!&lt;br /&gt;Tinta cor de sangue, sangue! verdadeiro, encarnado!&lt;br /&gt;Mãe! passa a tua mão pela minha cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda não fiz viagens e a minha cabeça não se lembra senão de viagens!&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou viajar. Tenho sede! Eu prometo saber viajar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando voltar é para subir os degraus da tua casa, um por um.&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou aprender de cor os degraus da nossa casa.&lt;br /&gt;Depois venho sentar-me a teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Tu a coseres e eu a contar-te as minhas viagens,&lt;br /&gt;aquelas que eu viajei, tão parecidas com as que não viajei,&lt;br /&gt;escritas ambas com as mesmas palavras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;ata as tuas mãos às minhas e dá um nó-cego muito apertado!&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ser qualquer coisa da nossa casa.&lt;br /&gt;Como a mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Eu também quero ter um feitio,&lt;br /&gt;um feitio que sirva exactamente para a nossa casa, como a mesa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mãe!&lt;br /&gt;passa a tua mão pela minha cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Quando passas a tua mão pela minha cabeça é tudo tão verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Almada Negreiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5872851796210371756?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5872851796210371756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5872851796210371756' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5872851796210371756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5872851796210371756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/10/confidncias.html' title='CONFIDÊNCIAS'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-693107363281211881</id><published>2008-09-29T09:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T09:12:25.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E eu a pensar que era a "Plastic Woman"...</title><content type='html'>QUE SUPER HERÓI É VOCÊ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SOCNYAS1-dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2P2cwVRkdtI/s1600-h/b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251352609049410002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SOCNYAS1-dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2P2cwVRkdtI/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é Batman: Você é altamente misterioso e enigmático, chegando mesmo a roçar o bizarro. Adora andar cheio de gadgets modernos e caros e não dispensa modormias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto especial por: cavernas e roupa de latex.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Problemas com: o preço da gasolina para o Batmobile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-693107363281211881?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/693107363281211881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=693107363281211881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/693107363281211881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/693107363281211881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/09/e-eu-pensar-que-era-plastic-woman.html' title='E eu a pensar que era a &quot;Plastic Woman&quot;...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SOCNYAS1-dI/AAAAAAAAAMw/2P2cwVRkdtI/s72-c/b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-7225604939203219686</id><published>2008-09-28T00:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T00:26:05.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Derby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SN7Af0ouQII/AAAAAAAAAMo/0rEGXcWObZo/s1600-h/Pablo_Aimar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250845868498501762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SN7Af0ouQII/AAAAAAAAAMo/0rEGXcWObZo/s320/Pablo_Aimar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Retive o look retro deste jogador... a palavra certa acho que é "clássico"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pablo, ganhaste uma fã!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-7225604939203219686?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/7225604939203219686/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=7225604939203219686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7225604939203219686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7225604939203219686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-derby.html' title='Do Derby'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SN7Af0ouQII/AAAAAAAAAMo/0rEGXcWObZo/s72-c/Pablo_Aimar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-8396672339503889799</id><published>2008-09-15T13:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T14:00:25.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Dia de Aulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O João vai para a 1ª classe (eu sei que agora se diz 1º ano, mas eu prefiro dizer 1ª classe, faz mais sentido na minha cabeça loira!). Sexta-feira houve reunião de pais e supostamente as aulas teriam início hoje. Quando chego lá, às 8H00 da manhã para deixar o piolho, depois de muita conversa, vejo na programação, afixada no portão, que hoje ainda se iam realizar reuniões de pais dos meninos dos outros anos e que, portanto, as aulas só começam amanhã.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Durante os 5 minutos do percurso até à escola, voltei a ter aquelas borboletas na barriga, aquele nervoso de não saber o que esperar, contente e apreensiva em simultâneo, que já não tinha há muito tempo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já a caminho de Lisboa vinha a pensar que talvez a definição de amor seja esta, sentir junto... Estou e estarei sempre com ele, sempre, todos os dias da nossa vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amanhã então vida nova para nós, e vai ser bom para ti filhote, vais ver que sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8396672339503889799?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8396672339503889799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=8396672339503889799' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8396672339503889799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8396672339503889799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/09/1-dia-de-aulas.html' title='1º Dia de Aulas'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-8435508862726701204</id><published>2008-09-11T10:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T10:32:18.142+01:00</updated><title type='text'>11 de Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SMjlgYcIEFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FuQhJj2u2Pc/s1600-h/imagem1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244694110551937106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SMjlgYcIEFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FuQhJj2u2Pc/s320/imagem1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8435508862726701204?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8435508862726701204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=8435508862726701204' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8435508862726701204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8435508862726701204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/09/11-de-setembro.html' title='11 de Setembro'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SMjlgYcIEFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/FuQhJj2u2Pc/s72-c/imagem1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-4282368529657657443</id><published>2008-09-10T13:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:50:12.971+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 de Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SMfCCJq8VEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nCRZaV-r0UM/s1600-h/DSC_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244373633307792450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SMfCCJq8VEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nCRZaV-r0UM/s320/DSC_0025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não é hoje... a disposição não tem sido muita, o tempo sempre a fugir não permitiu assinalar o mais importante no dia certo, no dia que mudou o (meu) mundo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faz 6 anos que fui mãe, que descobri o amor incondicional e o descrevi aqui:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-dia-mais-feliz-da-minha-vida.html"&gt;http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-dia-mais-feliz-da-minha-vida.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um príncipe dourado que iluminou e ilumina os meus dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que chora se me vê chorar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que não quer por nada que eu fique sem dinheiro quando jogamos monopólio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se senta na cabeçeira da cama se estou doente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me diz que eu sou a mãe mais linda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me abraça sempre, todos os dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me olha nos olhos lá mesmo no fundo... como ninguém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que adora ouvir-me contar-lhe histórias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se emociona quando falo dele enquanto bebé...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tem alma de cientista!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que quer que o ajude a passar os níveis do Sonic apesar da minha evidente descoordenação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorte, muita sorte tive eu de te ter como filho... Amo-te muito "João Feijão"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-4282368529657657443?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/4282368529657657443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=4282368529657657443' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/4282368529657657443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/4282368529657657443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-de-setembro.html' title='5 de Setembro'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SMfCCJq8VEI/AAAAAAAAAMY/nCRZaV-r0UM/s72-c/DSC_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-9055844817105904895</id><published>2008-09-02T12:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:43:15.421+01:00</updated><title type='text'>VOLTAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SL00mle-Y1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/k9ET7jof0Ec/s1600-h/DSC_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241403378830828370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SL00mle-Y1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/k9ET7jof0Ec/s320/DSC_0059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe-me sempre bem voltar para casa, este ano, não foi o regresso que eu planeei!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As baterias que pareciam carregadas, afinal devem estar viciadas e ficaram logo em baixo. A coisa não está fácil neste regresso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As férias, foram, tirando um ou outro aspecto, as melhores possíveis, muita praia, muito convívio, rir muito, as saudades de sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pena que as coisas não possam ser boas para sempre, pena que as pessoas não saibam o seu verdadeiro valor, pena que não saibam que há atitudes que nos rasgam por dentro, e que mesmo cosendo, vai-se sempre ficar a notar o remendo!... enfim, vou arrebitar... acho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-9055844817105904895?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/9055844817105904895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=9055844817105904895' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/9055844817105904895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/9055844817105904895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/09/voltar.html' title='VOLTAR'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SL00mle-Y1I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/k9ET7jof0Ec/s72-c/DSC_0059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3185332120994025919</id><published>2008-08-02T01:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T01:32:26.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa Boa</title><content type='html'>Ver assim, sem contar, os primos todos, como estão, os pequenos crescidos e os maiores mais charmosos. São as maravilhas da Internet e das webcams...&lt;br /&gt;Patty, Michael, Mirella, Luísa, Vevê, tia Teca... adorei poder matar saudades!&lt;br /&gt;Beijo GRAAAANDE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou aí, só tenho que convencer o "mala"... sem alça!! :-P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-3185332120994025919?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3185332120994025919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=3185332120994025919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3185332120994025919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3185332120994025919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/08/surpresa-boa.html' title='Surpresa Boa'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-68985578122855639</id><published>2008-08-01T16:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T16:33:20.164+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1º DE AGOSTO...SACOLA ÀS COSTAS, CANTANTE NA MÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é bem assim... na verdade a sacola ainda não está arrumada e o cantante não está na mão, mas no peito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje de manhã fui à praia, fazer as últimas verificações técnicas  (:-P). Agora vou tratar da logística da coisa (compras, malas, enfim...)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Domingo já lá estou de vez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-68985578122855639?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/68985578122855639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=68985578122855639' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/68985578122855639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/68985578122855639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/08/1-de-agostosacola-s-costas-cantante-na.html' title='1º DE AGOSTO...SACOLA ÀS COSTAS, CANTANTE NA MÃO'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5557748861214640985</id><published>2008-07-29T23:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T23:53:09.473+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O SENTIDO DE DEVER</title><content type='html'>É muito bonito, muito íntegro e tal, mas às vezes faz de nós umas burras de todo o tamanho...&lt;br /&gt;Bom, não vale a pena pensar mais nisso, por hoje chega... vou para o estábulo.... prá cama, queria eu dizer!... ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5557748861214640985?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5557748861214640985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5557748861214640985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5557748861214640985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5557748861214640985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/07/o-sentido-de-dever.html' title='O SENTIDO DE DEVER'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-4711725803229420850</id><published>2008-07-28T22:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T23:27:43.982+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SESIMBRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este ano, as férias voltam a ser lá, um mês inteirinho em que fazemos a mala e só regressamos no fim de Agosto. E este ano, como em todos, estou cheia de saudades de estar com as pessoas com quem estou apenas nessa altura. Acho que esta magia se mantém exactamente por isso, porque nos reservamos apenas este mês...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Somos muitos lá na casa de Sesimbra... e desfrutamos o melhor possível uns dos outros... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois há as pessoas da praia, as que vemos sazonalmente e que parece que só podiam ser aquelas pessoas a passar o Verão connosco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A tia Odete, a sua mónica e o David (será que ainda ainda namoram?) a Vina com as suas geleiras onde cabe tudo o que as crianças querem na praia e que mães mais incautas se esquecem sempre, o discreto Domingos, com o seu cabelo à Zé milho quando está vento de nortada, o Marco e a Rita (ele sempre aflito das costas e ela uma verdadeira fada do lar agarrada ao ponto-de-cruz), o homem gordo (que tem um umbigo que faz lembrar um botão... juro) o Carlos Dentista que entretanto tirou o bigode e que anda sempre a dizer que é médico dentista, a Regina com as suas colecções de acessórios (relógios, pulseiras e anés, unhas de gel e brincos que faz questão de usar na praia), os manos Miguel e Rita e os maravilhosos pais, o Outro David que todos os anos nos surpreende com uma namorada nova, a tia Bibina e as suas inconveniências, as graças da Alice, as loucuras da Guida, os sobrinhos adolescentes que acham que a titi é um deles e que podemos todos ir pôr piercings no umbigo e assim... e tanta, tanta coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temos sempre muito que contar, conversas de um mês inteiro, todos os dias até o sol começar a desaparecer no horizonte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E depois há mais... os pequenos almoços, a confusão dos protectores nos miúdos, os serões onde os lugares no sofá são sempre poucos, a noite da Bolina, a noite da tenda marroquina e dos cachimbos, os meus anos, os anos do Pedro, as caipirinhas que o Quim faz (ninguém faz caipirinhas tão boas como ele) o calor à noite na cama, o barulho das ondas ao adormecer, o barulho das pessoas na praia ao acordar, ficar no terraço à noite a ver as pessoas que passam na rua, olhar para a praia iluminada à noite, levar as bicicletas e os miúdos lá para baixo quando a GNR fecha a rua às 22H00. Ir dar uma volta sempre às mesmas lojas e encontrar sempre novidades que não tínhamos visto no dia anterior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E ficar na praia... que sentimos como nossa, a nossa praia onde somos muitos e sempre os mesmos, todos os anos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-4711725803229420850?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/4711725803229420850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=4711725803229420850' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/4711725803229420850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/4711725803229420850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/07/sesimbra.html' title='SESIMBRA'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3534093247889777130</id><published>2008-07-28T14:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T14:17:09.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PRECISO</title><content type='html'>mesmo de férias... JÁ!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-3534093247889777130?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3534093247889777130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=3534093247889777130' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3534093247889777130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3534093247889777130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/07/preciso.html' title='PRECISO'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-8321550588421802898</id><published>2008-07-23T17:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:20.845Z</updated><title type='text'>A FESTA DA ESTRELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SIddwnPRh0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/cnJK557eoP4/s1600-h/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226248982334900034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SIddwnPRh0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/cnJK557eoP4/s320/DSC_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou será a Estrela da Festa?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8321550588421802898?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8321550588421802898/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=8321550588421802898' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8321550588421802898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8321550588421802898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/07/festa-da-estrela.html' title='A FESTA DA ESTRELA'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SIddwnPRh0I/AAAAAAAAAKA/cnJK557eoP4/s72-c/DSC_0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3816403992834685447</id><published>2008-07-22T00:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:21.135Z</updated><title type='text'>20 DE JULHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SIXWMJ_F51I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yDhR_G2Wp6M/s1600-h/DSC_0024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225818446960650066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SIXWMJ_F51I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yDhR_G2Wp6M/s320/DSC_0024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os 3 anos da minha princesa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O melhor sorriso do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os olhos mais doces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a vaidade mais assumida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a maneira como dizes os S's, tão igual a mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os beijinhos e abraços que me pedes a toda a hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;os abraços e beijinhos que te dou a toda a hora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a maneira como pões a boca quando tens os lábios pintados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o teu dedinho sempre esticado a mandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as conversas imaginárias que tens ao telefone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a maneira como me perguntas se sou tua amiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a maneira como me perguntas se quero brincar com as tuas "loixas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a manera como corres para mim todos os dias quamdo te vou buscar à escola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a maneira como dizes "ixo é da minha mãe!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosto de tudo em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenho saudades de tudo em ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;da meiguice, do som da tua voz, do teu mau feitio,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de te ver consolar o joão quando está triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;és muito crescida, estás muito crescida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;compreendes tudo, sabes querer, sabes estar, e todos os dias és uma surpresa para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas vamos ter muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para dar abraços e beijos, coçar as costas, ficar na cama aos domingos de manhã&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;brincar, refilar, vamos ter todo o tempo para crescer juntas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARABÉNS!!! Amo-te filhota!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-3816403992834685447?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3816403992834685447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=3816403992834685447' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3816403992834685447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3816403992834685447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/07/20-de-julho.html' title='20 DE JULHO'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SIXWMJ_F51I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/yDhR_G2Wp6M/s72-c/DSC_0024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-655462022108384436</id><published>2008-07-04T20:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T20:30:28.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Concordo...</title><content type='html'>Por mais façamos, o mundo acaba sempre por nos transformar numas cabras... de modo que mais vale nem tentarmos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-655462022108384436?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/655462022108384436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=655462022108384436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/655462022108384436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/655462022108384436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/07/concordo.html' title='Concordo...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-2536504122959731280</id><published>2008-06-18T13:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:22.068Z</updated><title type='text'>A caganita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkG4IrJaAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/f-V3IQfoDuc/s1600-h/DSC_0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213205605128955906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkG4IrJaAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/f-V3IQfoDuc/s320/DSC_0035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkFwsqdCnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Brsx0uS0rew/s1600-h/082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213204377839143538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkFwsqdCnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/Brsx0uS0rew/s320/082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Não é dada a mergulhos e salpicos... por outro lado não descura o style, perto da piscina, bikini e óculos escuros não podem faltar. A minha princesa"acessoriza" e bem!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-2536504122959731280?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/2536504122959731280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=2536504122959731280' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2536504122959731280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2536504122959731280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/06/caganita.html' title='A caganita'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkG4IrJaAI/AAAAAAAAAJw/f-V3IQfoDuc/s72-c/DSC_0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-7328875698863684319</id><published>2008-06-18T13:36:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:22.280Z</updated><title type='text'>Já sabe nadar, yô!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkCmsj7fOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M0-zWEfW0OI/s1600-h/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213200907478203618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkCmsj7fOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M0-zWEfW0OI/s320/008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkCmy0bEOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aIh6bcXULag/s1600-h/015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213200909157994722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkCmy0bEOI/AAAAAAAAAJg/aIh6bcXULag/s320/015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkCTFkZZVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/vnZUeYZrz5w/s1600-h/058.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem diria... o meu bebé! está todo orgulhoso, nós ainda mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saltou, apanhou tesouros, esbracejou e riu... riu muito!! As aulas de natação deram frutos, este ano. Nós, com aquela carinha de parvos, a olhar para ele e a pensar... sim, em princípio estamos a fazer um bom trabalho, ele é cada vez mais autónomo, mais crescido, mais feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-7328875698863684319?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/7328875698863684319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=7328875698863684319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7328875698863684319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7328875698863684319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/06/j-sabe-nadar-y.html' title='Já sabe nadar, yô!'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFkCmsj7fOI/AAAAAAAAAJY/M0-zWEfW0OI/s72-c/008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5094945390583626980</id><published>2008-06-12T09:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:22.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje vou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFDkPb0mJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/nbrZ4tHi2r4/s1600-h/images%5B8%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210915722685196098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFDkPb0mJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/nbrZ4tHi2r4/s320/images%5B8%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;à praia... pela 1ª vez este ano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saudades do cheiro, da beira-mar, de enterrar os pés na areia, do som das conversas, de fechar os olhos e ouvir o mar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O ritual, esse é sempre o mesmo chegar, despir, estender a toalha, ver quem está, ficar sentada uns minutos e depois a pergunta... vamos à água? constatamos sempre o mesmo... aiiii tá gelada, até faz doer os ossos!!!! mergulhar (com sofrimento) fugir para a toalha, pegar na revista/livro/jornal e ficar a secar ao sol.... maravilha!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje vou sem filhos, mas levo chapéu... vou com o outro bebé... o mais difícil de todos!!! Um aspecto positivo? este sabe nadar... valha-me isso!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5094945390583626980?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5094945390583626980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5094945390583626980' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5094945390583626980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5094945390583626980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-vou.html' title='Hoje vou'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SFDkPb0mJ0I/AAAAAAAAAIw/nbrZ4tHi2r4/s72-c/images%5B8%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3826360739746029138</id><published>2008-06-03T20:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:22.607Z</updated><title type='text'>03-06-2000</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SEWagtgAHhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zjOkYyIXC6s/s1600-h/maos-dadas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207738430884158994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SEWagtgAHhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zjOkYyIXC6s/s320/maos-dadas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assim, sem dar conta, passaram 8 anos que caminhamos juntos, de mãos dadas, para o mesmo lado... Tem sido fácil? nem sempre... É tudo bom? lamentavelmente não... mas tem sido verdade, tem sido querer bem, tem sido respeito, tem sido cumplicidade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se muitas vezes caminhamos em direcções opostas, um de nós acaba sempre por fazer inversão-de-marcha e voltar, porque já não faz sentido um sem o outro... porque tudo o que é um e outro é nosso, porque é quando vemos as caras deles com os olhos a brilhar que damos as mãos para sempre... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. Jantar na "Brasserie de L'entrecôte"... Maravilhoso!... a companhia, o vinho, a comida, o prazer de estar... Amei!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-3826360739746029138?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3826360739746029138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=3826360739746029138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3826360739746029138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3826360739746029138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/06/03-06-2000.html' title='03-06-2000'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SEWagtgAHhI/AAAAAAAAAIo/zjOkYyIXC6s/s72-c/maos-dadas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-1424166957194315673</id><published>2008-05-08T23:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:22.613Z</updated><title type='text'>Vou aproveitar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SCOA4rh_N5I/AAAAAAAAAII/IO4sYwHxFHc/s1600-h/maos22.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje, vou mimar e ser mimada... hoje, é um bom dia para confidências, rir e divertir, ouvir e ser ouvida, dar a mão e parecer que estivémos sempre assim, que somos assim, vou aproveitar hoje, vou aproveitar a vida toda!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-1424166957194315673?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1424166957194315673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=1424166957194315673' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1424166957194315673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1424166957194315673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/05/vou-aproveitar.html' title='Vou aproveitar...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6008503188378444757</id><published>2008-04-28T23:58:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:22.848Z</updated><title type='text'>Querido José</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBZWyowUHVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YX8uILD8VCE/s1600-h/snoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194434648151956818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBZWyowUHVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YX8uILD8VCE/s320/snoopy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; deixa lá isso este ano... pode ser? Ter que passar um serão a procurar papéis do ano anterior, que te possam convencer que a malta vive ok, mais ou menos, que vai dando para os gastos...  para tu depois me mandares uma carta a dizer que assim não dá... que vamos ter que rever o meu estilo de vida... que eu não gastei tudo o que podia gastar, não me afundei em prestações, não me envividei até à unha com compras de carros, não fiquei doente e portanto deixei de usar, com a frequência desejada, o sistema de saúde privado e que portanto, perante tal desplante, ignorância sobre o estilo de vida médio e desorientação, vais ter que cobrar qualquer coisa... é obra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6008503188378444757?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6008503188378444757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6008503188378444757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/querido-jos.html' title='Querido José'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBZWyowUHVI/AAAAAAAAAH4/YX8uILD8VCE/s72-c/snoopy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-1975321706899219958</id><published>2008-04-24T15:47:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:23.169Z</updated><title type='text'>PARA SEMPRE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBCdiowUHUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pUMgpb_M320/s1600-h/A848ZODCAF2GOXVCAQANEV9CAL0SM0DCA7JP2E0CAH1LEOCCAX1V2Q1CAMYZ9U7CAJIRFFCCA74VRLVCANLOGC2CASKXFLUCA45H8EWCA1WS4YMCALARSMLCA4OCICWCA8O496RCA3WGXLXCAZSNCCDCAX65L89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192823588739358018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBCdiowUHUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pUMgpb_M320/s320/A848ZODCAF2GOXVCAQANEV9CAL0SM0DCA7JP2E0CAH1LEOCCAX1V2Q1CAMYZ9U7CAJIRFFCCA74VRLVCANLOGC2CASKXFLUCA45H8EWCA1WS4YMCALARSMLCA4OCICWCA8O496RCA3WGXLXCAZSNCCDCAX65L89.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cada pessoa que passa na nossa vida, passa sozinha, porque cada pessoa é única e nenhuma substitui a outra...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Cada pessoa que passa na nossa vida passa sozinha e não nos deixa só porque deixa um pouco de si e leva um pouquinho de nós...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Essa é a mais bela responsabilidade da vida e a prova de que as pessoas não se encontram por acaso...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-1975321706899219958?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1975321706899219958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=1975321706899219958' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1975321706899219958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1975321706899219958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/para-sempre.html' title='PARA SEMPRE...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBCdiowUHUI/AAAAAAAAAHY/pUMgpb_M320/s72-c/A848ZODCAF2GOXVCAQANEV9CAL0SM0DCA7JP2E0CAH1LEOCCAX1V2Q1CAMYZ9U7CAJIRFFCCA74VRLVCANLOGC2CASKXFLUCA45H8EWCA1WS4YMCALARSMLCA4OCICWCA8O496RCA3WGXLXCAZSNCCDCAX65L89.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-8058887603058215577</id><published>2008-04-24T11:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:23.804Z</updated><title type='text'>OLHARES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBBcFowUHTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1n019f9UZLI/s1600-h/DSC_0032ines.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192751622267346226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBBcFowUHTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1n019f9UZLI/s320/DSC_0032ines.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBBcAowUHSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pYZtXhwEGSc/s1600-h/DSC_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192751536368000290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBBcAowUHSI/AAAAAAAAAHI/pYZtXhwEGSc/s320/DSC_0032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Igualmente intensos, igualmente belos, igualmente inocentes... iguais!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8058887603058215577?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8058887603058215577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=8058887603058215577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8058887603058215577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8058887603058215577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/olhares.html' title='OLHARES...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SBBcFowUHTI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1n019f9UZLI/s72-c/DSC_0032ines.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6793749071770330200</id><published>2008-04-23T13:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:23.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Os 5 anos e o seu primeiro amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SA8vOIwUHRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SL3EEu86PmQ/s1600-h/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192420815296273682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SA8vOIwUHRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SL3EEu86PmQ/s320/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O João vai hoje entregar a sua primeira carta de amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem veio ao pé de mim com um papel e diz-me:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Mamá, escreve aqui: Kika, gosto muito de ti!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Escrevi sem fazer perguntas... e pensei, realmente o amor não conhece barreiras, quando o coração quer falar, ninguém o cala!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Assinou em baixo, 2 vezes, para que não restassem dúvidas que era mesmo ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adormeceu com a carta, acordou com ela, e mesmo sendo o maior despistado que eu já vi, não se esqueceu dela em casa e levou-a para a escola para a entregar ao seu primeiro amor... é um ser humano maravilhoso o meu João... achei lindo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6793749071770330200?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/6793749071770330200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=6793749071770330200' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6793749071770330200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6793749071770330200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/os-5-anos-e-o-seu-primeiro-amor.html' title='Os 5 anos e o seu primeiro amor...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SA8vOIwUHRI/AAAAAAAAAHA/SL3EEu86PmQ/s72-c/eu-queria-ser-amor-geisa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-8185906850776571964</id><published>2008-04-21T22:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:24.480Z</updated><title type='text'>DÚVIDAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SA0OvPRw4PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LdbuQtCTydI/s1600-h/leg-magic-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191822150145728754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SA0OvPRw4PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LdbuQtCTydI/s320/leg-magic-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sr. Tele-tienda,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou interessada em comprar o aparelho LEG MAGIC anunciado no vosso site, tenho no entanto a seguinte dúvida: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que adquirindo um aparelho que dá pelo nome de LEG MAGIC, faz com que eu fique com umas MAGIC LEGS? Todas as desculpas são desde já aceites, mas não me contento com nada menos que as pernas da Tina aqui há uns tempos atrás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8185906850776571964?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8185906850776571964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=8185906850776571964' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8185906850776571964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8185906850776571964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/dvidas.html' title='DÚVIDAS...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SA0OvPRw4PI/AAAAAAAAAGg/LdbuQtCTydI/s72-c/leg-magic-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3158915747847807142</id><published>2008-04-17T23:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:24.622Z</updated><title type='text'>BATATOON e companhia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SAfO0aON3-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bfTTq0t_QvA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190344495355256802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SAfO0aON3-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bfTTq0t_QvA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estiveram no auge há coisa de 10 anos, metade voltou em 2006, já esfriada e envelhecida... Apesar de ser já adulta, quando esta dupla fazia magia de camisola às riscas e narizes vermelhos, perante uma centena de olhos atentos e outros milhares a esticarem as mãos do outro lado do ecrã, quando o Batatinha dizia a frase mágica... "agora toma lá teu presentão!!!" sempre me encantaram, sempre achei que eles tinham o Dom de comunicar com os mais pequenos, que falavam a mesma linguagem que eles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;10 anos volvidos, descobri um dvd com péssima imagem, som manhoso, gravado de uma VHS e à falta de novidades, pu-lo para a entreter a Inês enquanto acelerava o jantar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hipnotizada, é exactamente a palavra certa para descrever como ela ficou... passados 10 anos, Playstations, "Bluerays", e outras altas definições, a dupla Batatinha e Companhia continua a ser mágica, ela quer cantar as canções, responde às perguntas, faz as coreografias, como se de uma audição para o São Carlos se tratasse... passados 10 anos, encantam os miúdos tecnológicos, com canções e frases simples, porque estão ao nível deles, porque se ajoelham quando os abordam e ficam da mesma altura, porque são todos pequenos, todos do mesmo tamanho por fora e por dentro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-3158915747847807142?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3158915747847807142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=3158915747847807142' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3158915747847807142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3158915747847807142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/batatoon-e-companhia.html' title='BATATOON e companhia'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/SAfO0aON3-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/bfTTq0t_QvA/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6429351774745113938</id><published>2008-04-13T23:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:58:16.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'>OLHOS DE CIENTISTA</title><content type='html'>Sempre achei que o João tinha olhos de cientista, cabeça de cientista, alheamento e depistanço de cientista...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pergunta-me:&lt;br /&gt;- Mamã, sabes o que são os paleontólogos?&lt;br /&gt;- Acho que sim, são as pessaos que estudam os dinossauros...&lt;br /&gt;- Sim mamã, pois são...&lt;br /&gt;5 anos de ciência, toma lá...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6429351774745113938?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/6429351774745113938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=6429351774745113938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6429351774745113938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6429351774745113938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/olhos-de-cientista.html' title='OLHOS DE CIENTISTA'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-7294031829724091715</id><published>2008-04-08T14:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:25.197Z</updated><title type='text'>MAU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R_t3iXUOyKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7ErLSRz0Rdo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186870828105386146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R_t3iXUOyKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7ErLSRz0Rdo/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então mas afinal... ahh, ok, Abril águas de mil... não é?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a pôr os casaquinhos que o cheiro a Verão chegou e foi logo embora!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-7294031829724091715?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/7294031829724091715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=7294031829724091715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7294031829724091715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7294031829724091715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/mau.html' title='MAU...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R_t3iXUOyKI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/7ErLSRz0Rdo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-1189142655426131224</id><published>2008-04-04T12:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T12:43:41.934+01:00</updated><title type='text'>28º - ele está para chegar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já cheira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A esplanada, a praia, a rir, a cabelos dourados, a jantar na rua, a andar descalça, a pisar a areia, a cabelo molhado, a espreguiçadeira, a noites quentes, a férias, a deitar mais tarde, bronzear o corpo, cremes, hidratantes, bikinis, calções, pés ao léu, bijuteria, tererés, Sesimbra, família petiscos, convívios com amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheira a fim de tempestade, começo da bonança, a amanhecer... fim de Inverno, despertar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-1189142655426131224?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1189142655426131224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=1189142655426131224' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1189142655426131224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1189142655426131224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/28-ele-est-para-chegar.html' title='28º - ele está para chegar...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5673709050281068824</id><published>2008-04-01T22:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:25.738Z</updated><title type='text'>ZARABATANAS E BESTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R_KocnUOyII/AAAAAAAAAFo/VwkQTZ4BTAU/s1600-h/Zarabatanas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391330600503426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R_KocnUOyII/AAAAAAAAAFo/VwkQTZ4BTAU/s320/Zarabatanas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R_KodXUOyJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kYKNgOV0FSY/s1600-h/%257B5w0wcbw1nrjex3jyvbp0e70iwqh553%257D_foto%25206%2520grego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184391343485405330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R_KodXUOyJI/AAAAAAAAAFw/kYKNgOV0FSY/s320/%257B5w0wcbw1nrjex3jyvbp0e70iwqh553%257D_foto%25206%2520grego.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então não é que tenho jeiteira para isto?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abram alas que ela anda armada (em parva)... fixe!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para as Bestas já desconfiava que me ajeitava, agora as zarabatanas foi uma surpresa... soprar com força é o que é preciso para esta "Blowgun"... dá-le ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5673709050281068824?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5673709050281068824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5673709050281068824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5673709050281068824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5673709050281068824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/04/zarabatanas-e-bestas.html' title='ZARABATANAS E BESTAS'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R_KocnUOyII/AAAAAAAAAFo/VwkQTZ4BTAU/s72-c/Zarabatanas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-7459862889807490571</id><published>2008-03-27T22:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-27T22:51:59.097Z</updated><title type='text'>GASES...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;MAMÃ, EU NÃO DEI UMA BUFA!... Disse a Inês muito confiante e altiva, do alto dos seus dois anos e oito meses...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O episódio não teria graça, se não tivesse sido dito numa sala de espera (com uma área de 8 m2) de um centro de saúde onde não havia cadeiras vazias e onde todos aguardavam, em silêncio e com cara de sofrimento, ouvir chamar o seu nome no microfone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como a minha reacção foi sorrir, encolher os ombros e pensar: Ó Inês... eu não te perguntei nada... se calhar era escusado, não sei!!", ela repetiu e confirmou a sua ideia: "verdade mamã... eu não dei uma bufa!..." ainda que o cheiro a denunciasse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As amígdalites, febres, diarreias vómitos e outras maleitas que por ali pudessem existir, desapareceram, e por instantes, todos se esqueceram que ali era sítio ideal para estarem de má cara e riram... uns mais que outros, naturalmente, que isto quando toca a gases intestinais há sempre um ou outro elemento mais conservador que não acha graça nenhuma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de ultrapassado o embaraço pensei...a Inês salvou o dia! Muito bem Inês... a mamã tem muito orgulho em ti!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-7459862889807490571?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/7459862889807490571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=7459862889807490571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7459862889807490571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7459862889807490571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/03/mam-eu-no-dei-uma-bufa.html' title='GASES...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5492629195876058892</id><published>2008-03-13T17:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-13T17:59:35.190Z</updated><title type='text'>HÁ DIAS TRAMADOS... (com F...)</title><content type='html'>Aprendi com as Primaveras a deixar-me cortar para poder voltar sempre inteira...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5492629195876058892?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5492629195876058892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5492629195876058892' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5492629195876058892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5492629195876058892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/03/h-dias-tramados-com-f.html' title='HÁ DIAS TRAMADOS... (com F...)'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5544075606401509495</id><published>2008-02-21T16:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:25.929Z</updated><title type='text'>MY (OTHER) EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R72tATVAZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z0CNnZBhRF0/s1600-h/DSC05139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169478167991182882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R72tATVAZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z0CNnZBhRF0/s320/DSC05139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A linda princesa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5544075606401509495?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5544075606401509495/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5544075606401509495' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5544075606401509495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5544075606401509495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-other-everything.html' title='MY (OTHER) EVERYTHING'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R72tATVAZiI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Z0CNnZBhRF0/s72-c/DSC05139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-1872393829136331644</id><published>2008-02-21T15:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:26.345Z</updated><title type='text'>EVERYTHING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R72iaDVAZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QJqw54rrJ-E/s1600-h/blogar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169466515744908818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R72iaDVAZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QJqw54rrJ-E/s320/blogar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a falling star, you're the get away car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the line in the sand when I go too far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the swimming pool on an August day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're the perfect thing to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you play it coy, but it's kind cute&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, when you smile at me you know exactly what you do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, don't pretend that you don't know it's true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can see it when I look at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a carousel, you're a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you light me up, when you ring my bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a mystery, you're from outerspace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're every minute of my everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't believe, uh that I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I get to kiss you baby just because I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever comes our way, ah we'll see it through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know that's what our love can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life, and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in this crazy life and through these crazy times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you, it's you, you make me sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're every line, you're every word, you're everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're every song, and I sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So la la la la la la la la la la la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Michael Bublé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-1872393829136331644?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1872393829136331644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=1872393829136331644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1872393829136331644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1872393829136331644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/everything.html' title='EVERYTHING'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R72iaDVAZhI/AAAAAAAAAFA/QJqw54rrJ-E/s72-c/blogar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5496464081493808562</id><published>2008-02-19T13:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:26.547Z</updated><title type='text'>NO DIA MAIS FELIZ DA MINHA VIDA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7rUSzVAZfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-UjE4IpVNDk/s1600-h/hospital_edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168676941842114034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7rUSzVAZfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-UjE4IpVNDk/s320/hospital_edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Era assim que me apresentava... com este belo vestido, Grife, por sinal, num verde água muito suave, o chinelo... bem, para o chinelo então, não há palavras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Apesar das dores, do desconforto, do peso, de ter o rabo de fora, sem que isso fosse minimamente sexy, de querer muito que aquilo acabasse depressa, sentia-me a mulher mais feliz do mundo, uma previligiada, estava prestes a deixar de ser só filha, a alcançar o mais alto cargo que uma mulher pode alcançar... o facto de ser demorado, se por um lado foi um tormento, por outro contribuiu para que tudo ficasse bem gravado no ficheiro da memória...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A curiosidade, a alegria de o ver, o cessar das dores, a entrada directa no céu... e pensar: é meu, é de mim, é isso... é um bocadinho de mim, que cresceu em mim e saiu de mim, que vou ensinar e ajudar a voar sozinho...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;E foi aí que começou também a minha angústia... serei capaz? terei capacidade? e se faço asneira? e se lhe acontece alguma coisa? e se o perco?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;A experiência, devo confessar, apesar de francamente positiva, não deixa de ter algo de perverso, comecei a perceber finalmente o que a minha mãe queria dizer quando me dizia: "N, o nascimento de um filho muda para sempre uma pessoa... nada mais vai ser como antes...", pois não mamã, não foi, agora sei que não ... finalmente compreendi! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5496464081493808562?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5496464081493808562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5496464081493808562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5496464081493808562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5496464081493808562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-dia-mais-feliz-da-minha-vida.html' title='NO DIA MAIS FELIZ DA MINHA VIDA...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7rUSzVAZfI/AAAAAAAAAEw/-UjE4IpVNDk/s72-c/hospital_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6971083510272948098</id><published>2008-02-18T22:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:26.903Z</updated><title type='text'>SE POR FORA É ASSIM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7oK6TVAZeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zHNVgVuhQrc/s1600-h/B-SportsTourer_Impressions_Exterior_Exteriorviews_View1_410x220_03-2006%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168455519098136034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7oK6TVAZeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zHNVgVuhQrc/s320/B-SportsTourer_Impressions_Exterior_Exteriorviews_View1_410x220_03-2006%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7oKpjVAZdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HJ7Bv_tETZA/s1600-h/B-Sports_Tourer_Impressions_Interior_Interior_views_View2_Main_image_410x220_12_2004%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168455231335327186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7oKpjVAZdI/AAAAAAAAAEg/HJ7Bv_tETZA/s320/B-Sports_Tourer_Impressions_Interior_Interior_views_View2_Main_image_410x220_12_2004%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por dentro é de cortar a respiração... parece que foi feito para mim!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Diz que vem mesmo a caminho :) Será?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6971083510272948098?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/6971083510272948098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=6971083510272948098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6971083510272948098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6971083510272948098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/se-por-fora-assim.html' title='SE POR FORA É ASSIM...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7oK6TVAZeI/AAAAAAAAAEo/zHNVgVuhQrc/s72-c/B-SportsTourer_Impressions_Exterior_Exteriorviews_View1_410x220_03-2006%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-9030632594979588383</id><published>2008-02-18T21:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:27.272Z</updated><title type='text'>PERFUME QUE ME FAZ SONHAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7n-pTVAZaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PaOonGoE56k/s1600-h/373p1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168442032900826530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R7n-pTVAZaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/PaOonGoE56k/s320/373p1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; agora é este... outro da CK, completamente viciante!!! Só me apetece cheirá-lo e é quase um um ritual pô-lo antes de ir para a cama sonhar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se ter o perfume é muito bom, ter também o "Skin moisturizer lotion hydratante pour la peau" e o "Body wash gel purifiant pour le corps", é literalmente pôr as feromonas de qualquer pessoa com uma doença bipolar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-9030632594979588383?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/9030632594979588383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=9030632594979588383' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-9159583726335804104</id><published>2008-02-10T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:27.448Z</updated><title type='text'>LINDO, LINDO, LINDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R698KzVAZZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/woMfMsFcsQs/s1600-h/art_15272_3_01%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165483822636098962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R698KzVAZZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/woMfMsFcsQs/s320/art_15272_3_01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que este é que era mesmo à minha medida... era, era!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-9159583726335804104?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R698KzVAZZI/AAAAAAAAAEA/woMfMsFcsQs/s72-c/art_15272_3_01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-2775994537243214273</id><published>2008-02-07T23:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-07T23:39:06.094Z</updated><title type='text'>REFLECTION</title><content type='html'>Look at me&lt;br /&gt;You may think you see&lt;br /&gt;who I really am&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never know me&lt;br /&gt;Every day, it's as if I play a part&lt;br /&gt;Now I see&lt;br /&gt;If I wear a mask&lt;br /&gt;I can fool the world&lt;br /&gt;But I can not fool&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now&lt;br /&gt;In a world where I have to&lt;br /&gt;hide my heart&lt;br /&gt;And what I believe in&lt;br /&gt;But somehow&lt;br /&gt;I will show the world&lt;br /&gt;What's inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;And be loved for who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that girl I see&lt;br /&gt;Staring straight back at me?&lt;br /&gt;Why is my reflection&lt;br /&gt;someone I don't know?&lt;br /&gt;Must I pretend that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Someone else for all time?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a heart that must&lt;br /&gt;be free to fly&lt;br /&gt;That burns with a need&lt;br /&gt;to know the reason why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must we all conceal&lt;br /&gt;What we think&lt;br /&gt;How we feel&lt;br /&gt;Must there be a secret me&lt;br /&gt;I'm forced to hide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't pretend that I'm&lt;br /&gt;Someone else&lt;br /&gt;For all time&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;When will my reflection show&lt;br /&gt;Who I am inside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Reflection  Chistina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-2775994537243214273?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/2775994537243214273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=2775994537243214273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2775994537243214273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2775994537243214273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/reflection.html' title='REFLECTION'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-7162912755487936655</id><published>2008-02-05T22:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-05T22:59:22.258Z</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã vou trabalhar de BMW</title><content type='html'>e não estou feliz por isso...&lt;br /&gt;Assim que fecho os olhos à noite ouço: tssssssssssssssss..... pum!!! e vejo a traseira da Renault Expresso Branca... só me apetece chorar.&lt;div 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BMW'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-2312691890437144416</id><published>2008-02-05T20:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-04-24T16:13:20.214+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diccionário Português - (Ch)Inês</title><content type='html'>Sofá - Mufá&lt;br /&gt;Guiar - Viar&lt;br /&gt;Anda cá para ao pé de mim - A-cá-pé-mim&lt;br /&gt;Por água abaixo - Rába baixo&lt;br /&gt;Guardanapos - Gomalápos&lt;br /&gt;Coça-me as costas - Coçá-cota&lt;br /&gt;Coça a barriga - Coçá-cota na barriga&lt;br /&gt;Coça a perna - Coçá-cota na péna&lt;br /&gt;Cláudia - Códia&lt;br /&gt;Cuecas - Cuécuas&lt;br /&gt;Pouca-Terra - Pouta-Querra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-2312691890437144416?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/2312691890437144416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=2312691890437144416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2312691890437144416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/2312691890437144416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/diccionrio-portugus-chins.html' title='Diccionário Português - (Ch)Inês'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-8827024460036910515</id><published>2008-02-01T16:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-01T17:00:23.448Z</updated><title type='text'>COLO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando era miúda e saía com os meus pais à noite de carro, no regresso a casa mesmo que o João Pestana ainda estivesse umas horas atrasado, tinha por hábito fingir que adormecia... só para que o meu pai me levasse ao colo até à cama... que bem que me sabia aquele bocadinho de colo, em que propositadamente "fazia o corpo mole" deitava a cabeça no ombro dele e ficava mesmo com os olhos fechados, não fosse alguém reparar que eu não estava KO e tivesse que ouvir um "ai, se estás acordada, vai lá a andar que já estás a ficar pesada..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Também estou a gostar muito do colinho que agora tenho... também me apetece ficar assim muito quietinha, como quando, por mimo, e só por isso, ficava ao colo da minha mãe e tentava acertar a minha respiração com a dela (até perceber que isso acabava por me cansar), para que não me dissesse, "ai filha vai um bocadinho para ali, que me estás a fazer calor"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É assim que me sinto agora... e gosto muito... corpinho mole, olhinhos fechados, enroscadinha, quentinha, e nem me importo de tentar acertar a respiração contigo, mesmo que só durante 5 minutos, porque depois fico cansada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-8827024460036910515?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/8827024460036910515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=8827024460036910515' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8827024460036910515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/8827024460036910515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/02/colo.html' title='COLO'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-1168410202849562494</id><published>2008-01-31T09:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-31T09:54:58.037Z</updated><title type='text'>ILUSÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"... E de novo acredito que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente. Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes e dos outros. Comigo caminham todos os mortos que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se apagaram. Não perdi nada, apenas a ilusão de que tudo podia ser meu para sempre."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;M. Sousa Tavares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-1168410202849562494?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/1168410202849562494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=1168410202849562494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1168410202849562494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/1168410202849562494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/01/iluso.html' title='ILUSÃO'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-7990488058690654484</id><published>2008-01-30T00:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-30T00:39:52.506Z</updated><title type='text'>ALIANÇA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um casamento feliz é uma longa conversa que nos parecerá sempre demasiado curta. Vamos limar as nossas arestas com lixa grossa, depois passamos uma um bocado mais fina... só para dar brilho ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-7990488058690654484?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/7990488058690654484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=7990488058690654484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7990488058690654484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/7990488058690654484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/01/aliana.html' title='ALIANÇA'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-4641619227780919079</id><published>2008-01-28T13:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:52:27.687Z</updated><title type='text'>O PRINCÍPIO DO FIM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R53giRLJIdI/AAAAAAAAACg/1Sd8M_4kq5Q/s1600-h/yaris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160527627366769106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R53giRLJIdI/AAAAAAAAACg/1Sd8M_4kq5Q/s320/yaris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R53f0RLJIcI/AAAAAAAAACY/BOVwwpgIvks/s1600-h/yaris.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje não pegou... diz que são velas!!! Velas é o que vou ter que ir pôr não tarda nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pergunto: será só uma má disposição passageira, uma noite mal dormida ou o princípio do fim? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não sei, mas crio apego a estes bichinhos como se de um animal doméstico se tratasse :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou hoje ligar para a clínica veterinária e marcar uma consulta! Espero que não seja caso de internamento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou convencida que, tal como nos cães, cada ano de idade nos carros corresponde a sete dos nossos, ora se assim for, o meu bogas está na meia-idade... ok pode precisar de alguma medicação, um toque aqui e ali, mas não devia estar bem para as curvas? Não devia estar da idade do charme? devia pois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-4641619227780919079?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/4641619227780919079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=4641619227780919079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/4641619227780919079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/4641619227780919079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-princpio-do-fim.html' title='O PRINCÍPIO DO FIM?'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R53giRLJIdI/AAAAAAAAACg/1Sd8M_4kq5Q/s72-c/yaris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-5670144322438115928</id><published>2008-01-27T23:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-27T23:20:22.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje, isto...</title><content type='html'>Sei de cor cada lugar teu&lt;br /&gt;atado em mim, a cada lugar meu&lt;br /&gt;tento entender o rumo&lt;br /&gt;que a vida nos faz tomar&lt;br /&gt;tento esquecer a mágoa&lt;br /&gt;guardar só o que é bom de guardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensa em mim protege o que eu te dou&lt;br /&gt;Eu penso em ti e dou-te o que de melhor eu sou&lt;br /&gt;sem ter defesas que me façam falhar&lt;br /&gt;nesse lugar mais dentro&lt;br /&gt;onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica em mim que hoje o tempo dói&lt;br /&gt;como se arrancassem tudo o que já foi&lt;br /&gt;e até o que virá e até o que eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;diz-me que vais guardar e abraçar&lt;br /&gt;tudo o que eu te dei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a vida mude os nossos sentidos&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo nos leve pra longe de nós&lt;br /&gt;e que um dia o tempo pareça perdido&lt;br /&gt;e tudo se desfaça num gesto só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu Vou guardar cada lugar teu&lt;br /&gt;ancorado em cada lugar meu&lt;br /&gt;e hoje apenas isso me faz acreditar&lt;br /&gt;que eu vou chegar contigo&lt;br /&gt;onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada lugar teu, Mafalda Veiga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-5670144322438115928?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/5670144322438115928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=5670144322438115928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5670144322438115928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/5670144322438115928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/01/hoje-isto.html' title='Hoje, isto...'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-3505014055472840480</id><published>2008-01-26T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:33:56.978Z</updated><title type='text'>PERGUNTAS DIFÍCEIS SOBRE ADSL</title><content type='html'>Diz o João (5 anos) olhando para o monitor do computador:&lt;br /&gt;-mamã, isso é o sapo?&lt;br /&gt;- é filho...&lt;br /&gt;- então e o DSL, onde é que está?&lt;br /&gt;- não está filho...&lt;br /&gt;- tens que pôr o DSL, para sapar... isto não tem? onde é que está?&lt;br /&gt;- tá lá dentro, filho, não se vê...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-3505014055472840480?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/3505014055472840480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=3505014055472840480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3505014055472840480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/3505014055472840480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/01/perguntas-difceis-sobre-adsl.html' title='PERGUNTAS DIFÍCEIS SOBRE ADSL'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4523042561750558021.post-6073613865421239707</id><published>2008-01-26T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:24:20.947Z</updated><title type='text'>AQUI VÃO FICAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;todas as lembranças, todas as memórias, a família, os amigos, dos dias bons, os menos bons, as angústias, as gargalhadas, os jantares, os verões, Sesimbra, a minha casa, as coisas que me fazem ter borboletas na barriga, as que me passam ao lado e que não interessam nada, mas que escrevo só porque sim, as pessoas que vou encontrando, as que reencontro, as que perco, as de sempre, todos os lugares, as viagens, o que fiz, o que por uma razão ou por outra quero guardar, para um dia mais tarde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4523042561750558021-6073613865421239707?l=umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/feeds/6073613865421239707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4523042561750558021&amp;postID=6073613865421239707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6073613865421239707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4523042561750558021/posts/default/6073613865421239707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umdiamaistarde.blogspot.com/2008/01/aqui-vo-ficar.html' title='AQUI VÃO FICAR'/><author><name>N</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06585528920720958289</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_XxVWB_IIBUA/R5X7GHjaJnI/AAAAAAAAAB8/iuWO4HOx9OY/S220/DSC_0035.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
