<?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-5789304</id><updated>2011-09-29T22:52:56.064+01:00</updated><category term='Parabéns'/><category term='2'/><category term='Bébe'/><category term='Homens'/><title type='text'>Se a vida te oferecer limões...faz limonada!</title><subtitle type='html'>"E ao fim de algum tempo aprendes que realmente podes suportar mais...que és realmente forte, e que podes ir muito longe depois de pensar que não se pode mais.E que realmente a vida tem valor e tu tens valor diante da vida!As nossas dádivas são traidoras e fazem-nos perder o bem que poderíamos conquistar, se não fosse o medo de tentar!" William Shakespeare</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1053</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4935106730018645721</id><published>2011-07-03T21:50:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:02:10.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E viva a Espanha...E viva à Tona!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Tona veio animar a nossa última semana de aulas deste ano lectivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chegou, ficou e adorou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mETK4z_iIVU/ThDW6Gl9maI/AAAAAAAAEk4/-ZOHqz6ZTrY/s1600/P1120872-TonaMuralhas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625232228276345250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mETK4z_iIVU/ThDW6Gl9maI/AAAAAAAAEk4/-ZOHqz6ZTrY/s320/P1120872-TonaMuralhas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Entre dias inteiros na escola e algumas horas livres, pudemos fazer de guias turisticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- As lapas fizeram parte deste nosso itinerário;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTGoFsDASUc/ThDWt7u33KI/AAAAAAAAEkw/gwEOupgkqfI/s1600/P1120877-Atres.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625232019202497698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yTGoFsDASUc/ThDWt7u33KI/AAAAAAAAEkw/gwEOupgkqfI/s320/P1120877-Atres.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Descida alucinante nos Carrinhos do Monte;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AErU27sndL8/ThDWk6CCgWI/AAAAAAAAEko/NTrlrqClWqk/s1600/P1120895-Carrinhos%2BMonte.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625231864127193442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AErU27sndL8/ThDWk6CCgWI/AAAAAAAAEko/NTrlrqClWqk/s320/P1120895-Carrinhos%2BMonte.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Visita ao Ex Libris do Porto Moniz- Piscinas Naturais;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6YEvQQ2pP0/ThDWeh1-L0I/AAAAAAAAEkg/PeWYf6Obz-Y/s1600/P1120897-Porto%2BMoniz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625231754554912578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b6YEvQQ2pP0/ThDWeh1-L0I/AAAAAAAAEkg/PeWYf6Obz-Y/s320/P1120897-Porto%2BMoniz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - E nada como terminar, brindando à nossa vida, amizade e amor com uma poncha na Camacha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAHEIpJXvhg/ThDWY8HKFhI/AAAAAAAAEkY/OdGIghf2fvA/s1600/P1120883-Poncha%2BMois%25C3%25A9s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625231658527102482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lAHEIpJXvhg/ThDWY8HKFhI/AAAAAAAAEkY/OdGIghf2fvA/s320/P1120883-Poncha%2BMois%25C3%25A9s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tona....muchas garcias por tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volta Siempre! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-4935106730018645721?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4935106730018645721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4935106730018645721' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4935106730018645721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4935106730018645721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-viva-espanhae-viva-tona.html' title='E viva a Espanha...E viva à Tona!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mETK4z_iIVU/ThDW6Gl9maI/AAAAAAAAEk4/-ZOHqz6ZTrY/s72-c/P1120872-TonaMuralhas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4911944672174688395</id><published>2011-06-18T21:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:05:28.213+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns HorácioMor!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Patabéns pelas ....primaveras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nam..........não vou dizer, porque nem sequer é idade de gente, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPAHY3Hwryg/ThDVHdGy62I/AAAAAAAAEkQ/Txyr_8vyqEE/s1600/P1120824-AnivPedro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625230258634681186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPAHY3Hwryg/ThDVHdGy62I/AAAAAAAAEkQ/Txyr_8vyqEE/s320/P1120824-AnivPedro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Adorei o senhor vestido de Mozart a passear-se pela rua para chamar clientes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A comida do restaurante "Mozart"estava optima, bem confeccionada e muito bem apresentada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exA1bIm69mc/ThDVBWAicUI/AAAAAAAAEkI/Bcl-MdGQvVs/s1600/P1120840-Feliz%2BAniv.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625230153650172226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-exA1bIm69mc/ThDVBWAicUI/AAAAAAAAEkI/Bcl-MdGQvVs/s320/P1120840-Feliz%2BAniv.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Tasca Literária ficou para o fim da noite, para um café com os amigos mais chegados...&lt;br /&gt;Claro que houve aqueles que não puderam aparecer( era dia de semana) e outros houve que estiveram antes..&lt;br /&gt;e me obrigaram a beber aquela poncha de frutos vermelhos fantástica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjBsX8fav80/ThDU5__-7cI/AAAAAAAAEkA/ltf5rsHATMs/s1600/P1120844-TascaPedro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625230027483180482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fjBsX8fav80/ThDU5__-7cI/AAAAAAAAEkA/ltf5rsHATMs/s320/P1120844-TascaPedro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Desta vez....ficámos pelo Funchal! Afinal precisamos de nos sentir cosmopólitas por vezes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5789304-4911944672174688395?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4911944672174688395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4911944672174688395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4911944672174688395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4911944672174688395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/parabens-horaciomor.html' title='Parabéns HorácioMor!!!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oPAHY3Hwryg/ThDVHdGy62I/AAAAAAAAEkQ/Txyr_8vyqEE/s72-c/P1120824-AnivPedro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8782879756117166880</id><published>2011-06-10T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T21:44:17.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mercado Quinhentistas IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Palavras para quê? Além do desgate fisíco de dois dias inteiros a figurar no Mercado e juntando todo o trabalho feito em casa, 4 meses antes....nada como terminar este mercado com Sidra e a Márcia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FwXAXDx0q1Q/ThDRaspK7qI/AAAAAAAAEj4/hXoqzkxJIAw/s1600/Su%2BPedro%2Be%2BMarcio-C%2BM%25C3%25A1rcia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625226191176396450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FwXAXDx0q1Q/ThDRaspK7qI/AAAAAAAAEj4/hXoqzkxJIAw/s320/Su%2BPedro%2Be%2BMarcio-C%2BM%25C3%25A1rcia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sem os alunos...os ciganos não teriam a mesma vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;São os alunos,aqueles que nos conhecem e que estão até à última a saber se vamos participar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a quem devemos o nosso maior OBRIGADO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KS5j2-xo-3w/ThDRIJd95hI/AAAAAAAAEjw/4a0H5EmMjbo/s1600/SANY2683-Alunos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625225872496518674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KS5j2-xo-3w/ThDRIJd95hI/AAAAAAAAEjw/4a0H5EmMjbo/s320/SANY2683-Alunos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As colegas da escola são sempre bem vindas à barraca...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ora para no trazer comida e bebida ora para nos contar novidades!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxJMhF9Zxiw/ThDQziS3k-I/AAAAAAAAEjo/1TPMjveDomU/s1600/DSC_0258-%2BAmigas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625225518383600610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MxJMhF9Zxiw/ThDQziS3k-I/AAAAAAAAEjo/1TPMjveDomU/s320/DSC_0258-%2BAmigas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os "Jitanitos" fazem as delícias das pessoas que pela nossa tenda passam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Atenciosos, simpáticos e claro regateiros, estão sempre disponíveis para quem quer comprar algo na barraca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2oX1z-usHI/ThDQb5oCEtI/AAAAAAAAEjg/InkialNWhuo/s1600/DSC_0261-Sucesso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625225112329523922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-q2oX1z-usHI/ThDQb5oCEtI/AAAAAAAAEjg/InkialNWhuo/s320/DSC_0261-Sucesso.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Jitano André....Sempre cuidadoso e atento ao ambiente em redor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Un2BVliSCFc/ThDQIl-tH5I/AAAAAAAAEjY/TuwIKRwdcoU/s1600/DSC_0257-%2BCigano.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625224780638396306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Un2BVliSCFc/ThDQIl-tH5I/AAAAAAAAEjY/TuwIKRwdcoU/s320/DSC_0257-%2BCigano.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ex alunas da minha Direcção de Turma, Silvia e Ana Carina...Obrigada por terem divulgado o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colar/terere!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca_CPfE62BA/ThDOl5oCvZI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/bMT3pPXbQUg/s1600/SANY2691-%2BFinaldias.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625223085105003922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ca_CPfE62BA/ThDOl5oCvZI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/bMT3pPXbQUg/s320/SANY2691-%2BFinaldias.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O que mais atrai quem passa....a leitura da Sina através da linhas da palma da mão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada ao Pisco....ele sabe porquê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gt57cqJF33k/ThDOay88PAI/AAAAAAAAEjI/hkZTMIc8w_I/s1600/DSC_0250-Ler%2Ba%2Bmao1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625222894335048706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gt57cqJF33k/ThDOay88PAI/AAAAAAAAEjI/hkZTMIc8w_I/s320/DSC_0250-Ler%2Ba%2Bmao1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À S.ª Amélia, obrigada por todos os adereços para que estes dois dias fossem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;verdadeiramente "ciganos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EyJeV96O7E/ThDOUAECUfI/AAAAAAAAEjA/Zu-WVHUbSZg/s1600/DSC_0247-%2BCen%25C3%25A1rio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625222777595384306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3EyJeV96O7E/ThDOUAECUfI/AAAAAAAAEjA/Zu-WVHUbSZg/s320/DSC_0247-%2BCen%25C3%25A1rio.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Lisete....ex aluna do Clube de Teatro, por atenta e cuidadosa venda de produtos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBa4Hl8eELM/ThDONlNLZ5I/AAAAAAAAEi4/HVVmUpB6KWM/s1600/DSC_0246-%2BMesaCouro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625222667306755986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IBa4Hl8eELM/ThDONlNLZ5I/AAAAAAAAEi4/HVVmUpB6KWM/s320/DSC_0246-%2BMesaCouro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E não esquecendo os menbros da Comissão - Ricardo, Alexandra, Ricardo, Luis, Raquel e a Nely, e também as sempre presentes "JITANAS MORES" - Eulália e Anália, que nos encantam com os seus sorrisos e préstimos e companheirismo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-8782879756117166880?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8782879756117166880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8782879756117166880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8782879756117166880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8782879756117166880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/mercado-quinhentistas-iv.html' title='Mercado Quinhentistas IV'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FwXAXDx0q1Q/ThDRaspK7qI/AAAAAAAAEj4/hXoqzkxJIAw/s72-c/Su%2BPedro%2Be%2BMarcio-C%2BM%25C3%25A1rcia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1860848306017586640</id><published>2011-06-03T20:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T22:10:55.618+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Visita das 3 da Vida Airada a Santana :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Custou...mas veio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Já estou na Madeira há quase sete anos e só este ano é que a minha mãe decidiu visitar-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas como sempre, e como igual a ela não existem mais, não veio sozinha...quis fazer-me uma surpresa e trouxe a minha avó e uma amiga - Mila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Foi uma semana alucinante...divertida, diferen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;te, e muito muito muito boa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Fomos ao Muralhas....comer Lapas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625214352100361954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14XLynbMjXI/ThDGpkpfBuI/AAAAAAAAEio/qc_FQNQvdp0/s320/DSCF5541%2B-%2BSuPedro%2BLapas%2BMae.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Passámos no Moinho Velho para comer uma fantástica Espetada Regional;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625214149692291810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kios-59Icg8/ThDGdyno-uI/AAAAAAAAEig/3UZsvlY_-VA/s320/DSCF5527-%2BTres%2B3.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;- Demos opiniões diferentes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625213918579494162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BncSVU6ZpUc/ThDGQVqDjRI/AAAAAAAAEiY/uoea4dR62Sk/s320/DSCF5530-%2BTodosSintoniaMae.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;- Protegeram-se do escasso sol que deu o ar da sua graça apenas dois dias;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625213773985203842" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_r9OMycN_9g/ThDGH7AFxoI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/z13w5OgRksI/s320/DSCF5468-%2BAvo%2BSol.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Conviveu-se e brindou-se; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625212275581177394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qudS7CUAEKU/ThDEwtAuzjI/AAAAAAAAEhw/eZlPHxuP3kU/s320/DSCF5194-%2BM%25C3%25A3eMila.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- Até a Avó bebeu Poncha na Taberna da Poncha na Serra de Água.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625211727336187538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O0CM22Pxou8/ThDEQyo8JpI/AAAAAAAAEho/BIYjA4t4zys/s320/DSCF5187-Avo%2BMila.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Toma-se café na esplanada em Machico&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625211221641771458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fNKPT7q9Mzk/ThDDzWx_ucI/AAAAAAAAEhg/xMycPkWYD3E/s320/DSCF5115-Machico.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada às três por:&lt;br /&gt;- terem trazido aquele maldito( mas muito bom) queijo da Serra amanteigado;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- as azeitonas pretas;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- os cereais e frutos secos Ingleses;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- os ingredientes especiais para a "Sopa de Beldroegas";&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- terem comprado doce de Frutos Silvestres, Licor de Castanha, Bolo de Mel;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;- enfim por terem estragado a nossa fabulosa dieta rica em vegetais e fruta e exerxcício fisico!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mas adorámos a vossa presença, disponibilidade e claro ambiente familiar invejável.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Mila....adorámos os peixinhos da Horta!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-1860848306017586640?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1860848306017586640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1860848306017586640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1860848306017586640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1860848306017586640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/06/visita-das-3-da-vida-airada-santana.html' title='Visita das 3 da Vida Airada a Santana :)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-14XLynbMjXI/ThDGpkpfBuI/AAAAAAAAEio/qc_FQNQvdp0/s72-c/DSCF5541%2B-%2BSuPedro%2BLapas%2BMae.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5963315294797564818</id><published>2011-05-07T20:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:25:31.272+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ei-los há que estudam nas Férias da Páscoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Supostamente, diz-se quem sabe, que nas férias os estudantes ficam em casa a ver televisão, a jogar no computador, a dormir até as 14h e por ai...mas, ei-los há que trocam a boa vida por um semana de estágio a tocar na Banda, o seu OBOÉ!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fomos ver o Jorge a tocar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625207959192666386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C766PmDaGCg/ThDA1dNhARI/AAAAAAAAEhI/9dCzPLLmjns/s320/P1120666-Festa%2B%25C3%25A9%2BFesta.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e claro que o pai e mãe estavam babadíssimos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625207207234276930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EHJyGIIEbPg/ThDAJr8qjkI/AAAAAAAAEhA/cE7UWErciis/s320/P1120654-Familia%2BCostaCroner.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e toda a semana de ensaio e convívio deram lugar a um fantástico concerto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625206958560637362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Mi8VrnFPE8Y/ThC_7NkP8bI/AAAAAAAAEg4/41lqmSBkuNQ/s320/P1120639-Banda1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Valeu-nos a festa final, em Palmela, com comes, bebes e alegria!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5963315294797564818?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5963315294797564818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5963315294797564818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5963315294797564818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5963315294797564818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/ei-los-ha-que-estudam-nas-ferias-da.html' title='Ei-los há que estudam nas Férias da Páscoa'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C766PmDaGCg/ThDA1dNhARI/AAAAAAAAEhI/9dCzPLLmjns/s72-c/P1120666-Festa%2B%25C3%25A9%2BFesta.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5224779282706196715</id><published>2011-05-03T19:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T20:05:57.493+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias da Páscoa...na Cumieira!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E como não podia deixar de ser, a Páscoa,foi passada na Cumieira, com a família do Pedro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Somos sempre imensos à mesa..perto de 15!!Depois é deixar sair a boa disposição, comer muito bem e ajudar com um bom vinho verde!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(o mais novo, a mais velha e a Sr.ª Antónia - a Mãe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625203441853383970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOTOh4PvJ0E/ThC8ugz5xSI/AAAAAAAAEgw/_WQS0cCjkoU/s320/P1120671-%2B%252Bnovoe%252Bvelha.JPG" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Irmãos, Irmas, esposas, namoradas e solteiros!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625203149547781394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w42KCg9aLgY/ThC8df40PRI/AAAAAAAAEgo/14kmdzI0IrI/s320/P1120679-Todos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E depois de um santo almoço...nada como uma sessão cinematográfica com uma estreia( nunca visto pelo menos mais que 3 vezes)na televisão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5224779282706196715?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5224779282706196715/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5224779282706196715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5224779282706196715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5224779282706196715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/05/ferias-da-pascoana-cumieira.html' title='Férias da Páscoa...na Cumieira!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FOTOh4PvJ0E/ThC8ugz5xSI/AAAAAAAAEgw/_WQS0cCjkoU/s72-c/P1120671-%2B%252Bnovoe%252Bvelha.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1304460327598392423</id><published>2011-03-10T23:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:55:04.482Z</updated><title type='text'>E nesta noite ele é ELA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nas noites em que tudo se transforma...até se pode encontrar ao vivo e a cores:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; - Sininho e Peter Pan;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bybS3Z7KjTM/TX1X3qQLrJI/AAAAAAAAEgc/eCXXUp1BttE/s1600/P1120393-Sininho%2Be%2BPeter%2BPan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583715726755867794" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bybS3Z7KjTM/TX1X3qQLrJI/AAAAAAAAEgc/eCXXUp1BttE/s320/P1120393-Sininho%2Be%2BPeter%2BPan.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Surfista à noite de óculos escuros e pranchas enormes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pTT1DLABsng/TX1Xx4I940I/AAAAAAAAEgU/8EB7QqHDsMM/s1600/P1120375-sufista.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583715627404485442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pTT1DLABsng/TX1Xx4I940I/AAAAAAAAEgU/8EB7QqHDsMM/s320/P1120375-sufista.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Campinos e harlequins??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYzAN2azNao/TX1XreC9W9I/AAAAAAAAEgM/Y1CWMwjRP3M/s1600/P1120350-%2Belcasal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583715517320747986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UYzAN2azNao/TX1XreC9W9I/AAAAAAAAEgM/Y1CWMwjRP3M/s320/P1120350-%2Belcasal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O mágico e a partner;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aABvi3Cl0uY/TX1Xd9aqaLI/AAAAAAAAEgE/18SLJFUwcvU/s1600/P1120367-outro%2Bcasal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583715285223499954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aABvi3Cl0uY/TX1Xd9aqaLI/AAAAAAAAEgE/18SLJFUwcvU/s320/P1120367-outro%2Bcasal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Maria Pedro de Luxios!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_hk8rOpTL8/TX1W4812beI/AAAAAAAAEf8/6ZgzlGuRfBc/s1600/P1120351-%2BMaria%2BPedro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583714649413938658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-k_hk8rOpTL8/TX1W4812beI/AAAAAAAAEf8/6ZgzlGuRfBc/s320/P1120351-%2BMaria%2BPedro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - os de sempre...em pé e com a bejeca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSJpJ5vQhvs/TX1Wyt74RmI/AAAAAAAAEf0/EZz3DhTfp88/s1600/P1120368-homens%2Bda%2Bbejeca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583714542333478498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NSJpJ5vQhvs/TX1Wyt74RmI/AAAAAAAAEf0/EZz3DhTfp88/s320/P1120368-homens%2Bda%2Bbejeca.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E quando se tentam entender???que lingua usam?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBFeyV8_uLA/TX1WpgW8rrI/AAAAAAAAEfs/PXfIIbqpERw/s1600/P1120366-no%2Bcoments.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583714384070094514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZBFeyV8_uLA/TX1WpgW8rrI/AAAAAAAAEfs/PXfIIbqpERw/s320/P1120366-no%2Bcoments.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Maohmed e Dama M.ª Pedro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJrQeelKvo8/TX1WgtBSroI/AAAAAAAAEfk/5Py2co0smfg/s1600/P1120354-%2BO%2Bbelo%2Bdo%2Bcasal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583714232850099842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gJrQeelKvo8/TX1WgtBSroI/AAAAAAAAEfk/5Py2co0smfg/s320/P1120354-%2BO%2Bbelo%2Bdo%2Bcasal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tudo começa aqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ebV2z1WrNU/TX1WaYa7rJI/AAAAAAAAEfc/HrIuxEsMXXM/s1600/P1120356-grupo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583714124241284242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4ebV2z1WrNU/TX1WaYa7rJI/AAAAAAAAEfc/HrIuxEsMXXM/s320/P1120356-grupo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;embora haja sempre alguém que queira "ficar à frente"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lctoEtxxi5o/TX1WUBYJN9I/AAAAAAAAEfU/HqVE-0pFN1o/s1600/P1120355-tentativa%2Bde%2Bgrupo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583714014976358354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lctoEtxxi5o/TX1WUBYJN9I/AAAAAAAAEfU/HqVE-0pFN1o/s320/P1120355-tentativa%2Bde%2Bgrupo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Valeram as sandochas de atum a caminho de Santana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-1304460327598392423?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1304460327598392423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1304460327598392423' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1304460327598392423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1304460327598392423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-nesta-noite-ele-e-ela.html' title='E nesta noite ele é ELA!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bybS3Z7KjTM/TX1X3qQLrJI/AAAAAAAAEgc/eCXXUp1BttE/s72-c/P1120393-Sininho%2Be%2BPeter%2BPan.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4658295482195923566</id><published>2011-03-05T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:40:50.447Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns Zézito:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gostaste da prenda???Com foguetes e tudo?&lt;br /&gt;Vá...em vez de irmos passear à floresta Laurissilva, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelos teus aninhos ela veio parar ao Funchal!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gJ9XlVTsrE/TX1VoItJgpI/AAAAAAAAEfM/4HUtePvterk/s1600/P1120413-Parab%25C3%25A9ns%2BZ%25C3%25A9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583713261029261970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gJ9XlVTsrE/TX1VoItJgpI/AAAAAAAAEfM/4HUtePvterk/s320/P1120413-Parab%25C3%25A9ns%2BZ%25C3%25A9.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/5789304-4658295482195923566?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4658295482195923566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4658295482195923566' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4658295482195923566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4658295482195923566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/03/parabens-zezito.html' title='Parabéns Zézito:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8gJ9XlVTsrE/TX1VoItJgpI/AAAAAAAAEfM/4HUtePvterk/s72-c/P1120413-Parab%25C3%25A9ns%2BZ%25C3%25A9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-694366088241913756</id><published>2011-02-10T23:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-13T23:36:27.031Z</updated><title type='text'>Em atraso...Parabéns Su!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;É já cá contam( expressão bonita...) 36 primaveras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada a ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMUxlIke1Sk/TX1UH5cnrcI/AAAAAAAAEfE/JmFjX5NEpkA/s1600/DSC_0160-N%25C3%25B3s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583711607665962434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMUxlIke1Sk/TX1UH5cnrcI/AAAAAAAAEfE/JmFjX5NEpkA/s320/DSC_0160-N%25C3%25B3s.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e a recém- casados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Ybm_7iJE0/TX1T-x5zWuI/AAAAAAAAEe8/uRhFxCFsdkw/s1600/DSC_0147-Recem%2Bcasados.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583711451022056162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Ybm_7iJE0/TX1T-x5zWuI/AAAAAAAAEe8/uRhFxCFsdkw/s320/DSC_0147-Recem%2Bcasados.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; às colegas do Caramanchão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WRyjX1g8ajU/TX1Tu5FyG7I/AAAAAAAAEe0/wihB1IHTMuA/s1600/DSC_0128-Ingles.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583711178073447346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WRyjX1g8ajU/TX1Tu5FyG7I/AAAAAAAAEe0/wihB1IHTMuA/s320/DSC_0128-Ingles.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; aos do Funchal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7kbYswXsuo/TX1TpEKK2TI/AAAAAAAAEes/0P6Nra6c1FM/s1600/DSC_0125-Ramalhos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583711077965420850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7kbYswXsuo/TX1TpEKK2TI/AAAAAAAAEes/0P6Nra6c1FM/s320/DSC_0125-Ramalhos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aos "especiais"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KHXTHPx-Wg/TX1Tg6cVsnI/AAAAAAAAEek/lxuNLFiLRfs/s1600/DSC_0122-Especiais.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583710937918321266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4KHXTHPx-Wg/TX1Tg6cVsnI/AAAAAAAAEek/lxuNLFiLRfs/s320/DSC_0122-Especiais.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aos feirantes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fy2MPD9eNYk/TX1Ta7AxkPI/AAAAAAAAEec/DIlRaVUCl8Y/s1600/DSC_0121-A%2Bleste.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583710834991927538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fy2MPD9eNYk/TX1Ta7AxkPI/AAAAAAAAEec/DIlRaVUCl8Y/s320/DSC_0121-A%2Bleste.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às artistas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583709731966617634" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AybKOp6oKGM/TX1Sat7DCCI/AAAAAAAAEeU/3e_qk05xXBQ/s320/DSC_0120-EVT.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e claro a todos os que aqui não aparecem mas estiveram: Magui; Luís, Mónica, Zé, Elisa, Octávia e Marido, Filipe e Margarida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-694366088241913756?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/694366088241913756/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=694366088241913756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/694366088241913756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/694366088241913756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2011/02/em-atrasoparabens-su.html' title='Em atraso...Parabéns Su!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YMUxlIke1Sk/TX1UH5cnrcI/AAAAAAAAEfE/JmFjX5NEpkA/s72-c/DSC_0160-N%25C3%25B3s.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8752809800468397180</id><published>2010-12-09T23:09:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T23:35:45.565Z</updated><title type='text'>Veggies e Artesões :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;O PEC veio para ficar...o Natal está para chegar...o Subsídio é para guardar...e as nossas prendas este anos são para DURAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TQFmrAuDrXI/AAAAAAAAEd8/7CnQxgKUk90/s1600/P1120015%2B-%2BColares1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548829105010748786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TQFmrAuDrXI/AAAAAAAAEd8/7CnQxgKUk90/s320/P1120015%2B-%2BColares1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Portanto, com todo o cenário anterior, decidimos fazer as nossas próprias prendas e presentear os amigos ( mais próximos) e os familiares com prendas úteis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TQFmq3kncWI/AAAAAAAAEd0/ekplf5DR3sI/s1600/P1120016%2B-%2Bsacos1.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548829102555230562" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TQFmq3kncWI/AAAAAAAAEd0/ekplf5DR3sI/s320/P1120016%2B-%2Bsacos1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Informamos também que dispomos para venda por valores simbólicos e que de 36 bolsas de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;couro, apenas temos 5 e de 15 colares apenas sobram 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TQFlbBM5A1I/AAAAAAAAEdc/0rTD8yC63yw/s1600/P1120018%2B-%2BPrenda%2BBlog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548827730750538578" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TQFlbBM5A1I/AAAAAAAAEdc/0rTD8yC63yw/s320/P1120018%2B-%2BPrenda%2BBlog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viver no campo...dentro de uma cidade tem destas coisas:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O P.faz os saquinhos de Couro( verdadeiro) e eu faço os Colares ( também em fio de Couro). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Os "saquinhos-prenda" fazemos em conjunto, lol.&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/5789304-8752809800468397180?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8752809800468397180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8752809800468397180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8752809800468397180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8752809800468397180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/12/veggies-e-artesoes.html' title='Veggies e Artesões :)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TQFmrAuDrXI/AAAAAAAAEd8/7CnQxgKUk90/s72-c/P1120015%2B-%2BColares1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1095563706105325109</id><published>2010-11-02T22:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:41:20.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Este ano vamos ser VEGGIE´s à séria.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TNCRF08gZOI/AAAAAAAAEcs/STT-d_8n7pc/s1600/veggies.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 115px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535083471336137954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TNCRF08gZOI/AAAAAAAAEcs/STT-d_8n7pc/s320/veggies.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este ano lectivo vamos virar VEGGIE's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois de umas férias a comer bem, sem fazer ginástica, e com a idade a pesar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as gordurinhas começam a visitar-nos e a ficar por algum tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Assim sendo, decidimos começar a confeccionar comida vegetariana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Confesso que as primeiras tentativas não foram lá muito satisfatórias( posso dizer que podiamos passar fome)mas o empenho e a dedicação da minha pessoa e do P. já estamos pró em alguns pratos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aconselho vivamente "Crumble Vegetariano"; "Embrulhos de Tofu e Seitan";Ovos mexidos com Cogumelos e Tofu": Esparguete de Seitan com Delicias de Mar e Passar"; "Quinoa com Vegetais" e "Bolonhesa de Soja"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estou a gostar desta mudança e vamos continuar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta semama proponho de ementa: "Sopa de Bróculos com Sementes de Abóbora";"Gratinado de Atum com Vegetais"; "Bacalhau à Brás Ligth"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hum???que vos parece?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As receitas???Algumas estão ao dispor de todos na internet no "Centro Vegetariano" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-1095563706105325109?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1095563706105325109/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1095563706105325109' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1095563706105325109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1095563706105325109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/este-ano-vamos-ser-veggies-seria.html' title='Este ano vamos ser VEGGIE´s à séria.'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TNCRF08gZOI/AAAAAAAAEcs/STT-d_8n7pc/s72-c/veggies.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4071951035196313112</id><published>2010-11-01T18:54:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T19:44:46.279Z</updated><title type='text'>E se todo o Mundo é composto de Mudança?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1.ª Mudança:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; - Optámos por um carro da cor de uma alga e mais económico;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8Uh9CsFoI/AAAAAAAAEck/vGd8Ed9zxi4/s1600/Alga.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534665040615708290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8Uh9CsFoI/AAAAAAAAEck/vGd8Ed9zxi4/s320/Alga.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 2.ª Mudança:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; - De uma cidade para outra cidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Santana!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8UBqaPM0I/AAAAAAAAEcc/1it9lUW68fA/s1600/Sala.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534664485858390850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8UBqaPM0I/AAAAAAAAEcc/1it9lUW68fA/s320/Sala.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O mar...esse está por todo o lado!!!É azul e enorme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8TzQriRbI/AAAAAAAAEcU/HrTE6JgB5MI/s1600/Vista+da+Varanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534664238433453490" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8TzQriRbI/AAAAAAAAEcU/HrTE6JgB5MI/s320/Vista+da+Varanda.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 3.º Mudança:&lt;br /&gt; - Escola Básica dos 2.º e 3.º Ciclos de São Jorge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8TZn1T9yI/AAAAAAAAEcM/b5igRHl8ep0/s1600/Escola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534663797971875618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8TZn1T9yI/AAAAAAAAEcM/b5igRHl8ep0/s320/Escola.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "...Troquemos as voltas porque ainda o dia é uma criança..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-4071951035196313112?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4071951035196313112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4071951035196313112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4071951035196313112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4071951035196313112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-se-todo-o-mundo-e-composto-de-mudanca.html' title='E se todo o Mundo é composto de Mudança?'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8Uh9CsFoI/AAAAAAAAEck/vGd8Ed9zxi4/s72-c/Alga.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1221197726433575285</id><published>2010-11-01T17:49:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:27:32.481Z</updated><title type='text'>Férias à Espanhola...Lol!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Este ano as férias foram pelo país vizinho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mas antes começámos pelo andanças, embora não tenhamos registos fotográficos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;porque estava muito, muito, muito calor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8D0OfN4hI/AAAAAAAAEb8/TvPDrhGoWu0/s1600/Trio+SMFeira.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534646662838739474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8D0OfN4hI/AAAAAAAAEb8/TvPDrhGoWu0/s320/Trio+SMFeira.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois do andanças começou o nosso itinerário de Verão:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Decidimos ir comer uma posta à mirandeza em Rio de Onor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8DbPqGcwI/AAAAAAAAEb0/kw0fIRqwHWQ/s1600/Rio+de+Onor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534646233656095490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8DbPqGcwI/AAAAAAAAEb0/kw0fIRqwHWQ/s320/Rio+de+Onor.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mas ficámos satisfeitos apenas com umas jolas e amendoins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8DCAKnntI/AAAAAAAAEbs/x0HU6lpkKog/s1600/CudilerTona.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534645800000790226" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8DCAKnntI/AAAAAAAAEbs/x0HU6lpkKog/s320/CudilerTona.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos viagem e agora para Oviedo, onde ficámos comodamente na casa da Tonã, amiga&lt;br /&gt;espanhola da minha mãe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8CpnqZx8I/AAAAAAAAEbk/pSu5uF48mxo/s1600/Supedro+Gijon.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534645381106354114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8CpnqZx8I/AAAAAAAAEbk/pSu5uF48mxo/s320/Supedro+Gijon.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; De Oviedo, passando por Cudillero e terminando em Gijón a nossa estadia foi muito&lt;br /&gt;fixe e agradável.Obrigada Tonã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8CUXGWg9I/AAAAAAAAEbc/g6N-y2PgFwo/s1600/PicosTr%C3%AAs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534645015882925010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8CUXGWg9I/AAAAAAAAEbc/g6N-y2PgFwo/s320/PicosTr%C3%AAs.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visitámos Cangas de Onis, Lagos e Santurário de Covadonga&lt;br /&gt;e bebemos Sidra...que nenhum de nós gostava assim tanto :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8BowCqqkI/AAAAAAAAEbM/TipB6sfyfFg/s1600/Bilbao+Supedro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534644266664110658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8BowCqqkI/AAAAAAAAEbM/TipB6sfyfFg/s320/Bilbao+Supedro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demos um saltinho a Bilbao...onde estivemos na casa dos irmãos do Pedro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( Daniel e o Manuel), e conseguimos acertar com as festas da Cidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534644679821675010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8CAzLGygI/AAAAAAAAEbU/s4-_xDMIWE4/s320/SuBruxa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para nos benzer do pecado da gula dos dias anteriores, nada como passar em Santiago de Compostela...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tentar apanhar boleia na Vassoura da Bruxa?!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-1221197726433575285?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1221197726433575285/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1221197726433575285' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1221197726433575285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1221197726433575285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/ferias-espanholalol.html' title='Férias à Espanhola...Lol!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM8D0OfN4hI/AAAAAAAAEb8/TvPDrhGoWu0/s72-c/Trio+SMFeira.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6866506372587316491</id><published>2010-11-01T17:18:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:49:36.105Z</updated><title type='text'>Casamento do Dany e Leticia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este ano tivemos um casamento em Agosto...Como diz a música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Qual é o melhor o dia para casar?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM77ZQwlDVI/AAAAAAAAEbE/_8TAxHtF-SM/s1600/Dany+e+Pais+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534637403498941778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM77ZQwlDVI/AAAAAAAAEbE/_8TAxHtF-SM/s320/Dany+e+Pais+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Daniel e a Leticia casaram no dia 14 de Agosto em Cabeceiras de Basto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM77JZ8MlRI/AAAAAAAAEa8/SW9viQCQgvA/s1600/Noivosblog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534637131085681938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM77JZ8MlRI/AAAAAAAAEa8/SW9viQCQgvA/s320/Noivosblog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Além de termos sidos os fotógrafos oficiais....ambém fomos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"apanhados"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM76oxqpqTI/AAAAAAAAEa0/1G_Nsd07qTk/s1600/SuPedro+Cas%C3%B3rio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534636570518858034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM76oxqpqTI/AAAAAAAAEa0/1G_Nsd07qTk/s320/SuPedro+Cas%C3%B3rio.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostei...um casamento bem diferente dos que estava habituada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM75q5fxgXI/AAAAAAAAEas/nU5r-trx_fw/s1600/Su+Casamento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534635507468829042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM75q5fxgXI/AAAAAAAAEas/nU5r-trx_fw/s320/Su+Casamento.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"E viva aos noivos!!!"Viva!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6866506372587316491?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6866506372587316491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6866506372587316491' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6866506372587316491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6866506372587316491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/casamento-do-dany-e-leticia.html' title='Casamento do Dany e Leticia'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM77ZQwlDVI/AAAAAAAAEbE/_8TAxHtF-SM/s72-c/Dany+e+Pais+Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-3559423392951988347</id><published>2010-11-01T17:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-01T17:18:47.389Z</updated><title type='text'>Regresso à minha casa Virtual...IUPI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM7111bCJ7I/AAAAAAAAEaM/CWNCvWiv3pU/s1600/SuCanical+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534631297307256754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM7111bCJ7I/AAAAAAAAEaM/CWNCvWiv3pU/s320/SuCanical+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Depois de umas férias fantásticas, um casamento e muitas mudanças voltei ao meu canto virtual!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sinto-me muito bem e com forças para "remexer" e fazer algumas mudanças na minha casa online :)&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/5789304-3559423392951988347?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3559423392951988347/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=3559423392951988347' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3559423392951988347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3559423392951988347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/11/regresso-minha-casa-virtualiupi.html' title='Regresso à minha casa Virtual...IUPI!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TM7111bCJ7I/AAAAAAAAEaM/CWNCvWiv3pU/s72-c/SuCanical+Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4806391601742786388</id><published>2010-07-13T23:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:48:14.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>90m sem pensar no PEC...Vale a pena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/ck4JJhKL9SY/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ck4JJhKL9SY&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/ck4JJhKL9SY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" 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 width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-4806391601742786388?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4806391601742786388/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4806391601742786388' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4806391601742786388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4806391601742786388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/90m-sem-pensar-no-pecvale-pena.html' title='90m sem pensar no PEC...Vale a pena!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8715095847527057568</id><published>2010-07-12T00:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T01:02:10.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e as minhas LUAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TDpQf3aIU8I/AAAAAAAAEZw/UlbV5jQeGqo/s1600/Lua+Nova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 87px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TDpQf3aIU8I/AAAAAAAAEZw/UlbV5jQeGqo/s320/Lua+Nova.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492791203911455682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos na fase de Lua Nova...e eu particularmente sinto a sua influência.Ontem senti-me completamente insatisfeita, introspectiva, sem acção ou energia para nada.&lt;br /&gt;O Domingo, por norma, para mim já é um dia estranho...sinto uma apatia, não me apetece fazer nada apenas deambular pela casa, arrastar-me entre os sofás, petiscar algo, tentar absorver cultura!!!Mas, irra, ontem o dia foi insuportável -( &lt;br /&gt;Acordei lentamente e com movimentos calmos fiz o pequeno almoço e sentei-me no sofá a acabar de ler o livro que o meu amigo MINGOS me deu "Diário de Maria Cura". Foi com bastante entusiasmo que li sofregamente os últimos capítulos como se cada página que lia, esta se extinguisse!!!Gostei. &lt;br /&gt;Parabéns ao autor pela capacidade de me conseguir prender a atenção desta história passada em Braga!&lt;br /&gt;Depois de concluída a minha 1.ª tarefa matinal, passei a ler( continuar) o suplemento da Visão sobre o José Saramago. Para que tudo fosse perfeito, coloquei o CD a tocar, e fiquei no sofá tranquila.&lt;br /&gt;Mas...Mas...faltava-me algo. Nada concreto. Depois do almoço, tinha a certeza que queria ir ao Cinema, mas também queria comer Ameijoas à Bulhão Pato, embora também pudesse ser uma Bavaroise de Morango. No fim destes meus ataques, descobri que não queria ir ao cinema, que queria era ir à praia! Mas como a praia ao domingo tem muita gente e como aqui há praia de areia, esta fica mesmo apinhada e tinha decidio que só iria à praia durante a semana ao fim do dia....Mas como tudo muda, até mesmo as pedras de lugar, queria ir para a praia. Peguei na toalha, disse meia dúzia de frases ao yang lá de casa, sem saber o porquê e arranquei sozinha para a praia.&lt;br /&gt;Devagar aproximei-me da praia e tentei visualizar um espaço onde pudesse enterrar a a cabeça nas pedras( porque optei pela praia de calhau) sem que ninguém tentasse ajudar-me ou impedir-me de fazer aquilo!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Escolhi um sítio afastado dos alunos, longe das crianças e deitei-me...apetecia-me pegar nas pedras/calhaus e começar a atirar para longe, para o mar, para qualquer lado.Apenas queria atirar pedras como as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;Estava insatisfeita, irritada comigo...que decidi deitar - me na tábua de madeira, de barriga para baixo e fechar os olhos para conseguir ouvir as ondas. &lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos, comecei a serenar interiormente e a regressar à Su. Estive uma hora na praia, e apenas saí porque o sol ameaçou que se ia embora, o vento vinha varrer as insatisfações e a minha barriga pedia algo.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, ainda não estava bem para voltar ao ninho....caminhei pela cidade e parei no café. Bebi um sumo de fruta e comecei a folhear o novo livro que tinha destinado ser aquele "A máquina de fazer espanhois" o seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;Folhei-o com atenção...queria algo semelhante ao anterior, mas não encontrei. Pedi uma miniatura de Pastel de Nata e sorri!&lt;br /&gt;Se calhar faltava-me algo doce...Mas o problema chama-se "Verão"! Temos de "controlar" os apetites, porque senão caímos no erro de passar o tempo a dizer" não posso comer mais..olha como está a minha barriga!?"e ninguém nos ligar,lol.&lt;br /&gt;Posteriormente, a passos largos e decididos passei no Sítio do Costume e comprei umas coisitas.&lt;br /&gt;Já estava na hora de voltar a casa...e lembrei-me que também queria ver a final do Mundial( esqueci-me de refereir mas também era um dos meus apetites iniciais...).&lt;br /&gt;De pé ante pé, cheguei a casa e cheirava bemmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. O yang estava a prepara o jantar...Perna de Peru Assada, Mham mham...&lt;br /&gt;Tentei a custo chegar-me perto, mas ainda não estava a Su. Fui para o sofá e deitei-me a tentar quebrar o meu EU insatisfeito. Adormeci...foi o melhor que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Quando acordei, cheirava ainda melhor, o jantar estava ótptimo e o meu yang, esse, sempre lá a tentar equilibrar o meu Yin com o Yang dele de uma forma natural. &lt;br /&gt;Hoje estava de luas...ou pela menos com a minha lua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-8715095847527057568?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8715095847527057568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8715095847527057568' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8715095847527057568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8715095847527057568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/eu-e-as-minhas-luas.html' title='Eu e as minhas LUAS...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TDpQf3aIU8I/AAAAAAAAEZw/UlbV5jQeGqo/s72-c/Lua+Nova.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-7369132683583500728</id><published>2010-07-10T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T00:02:12.880+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mor...Simplesmente porque te gosto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/FcZrZ6EBXbw/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FcZrZ6EBXbw&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/FcZrZ6EBXbw&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 width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-7369132683583500728?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7369132683583500728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=7369132683583500728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7369132683583500728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7369132683583500728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/07/morsimplesmente-porque-te-gosto.html' title='Mor...Simplesmente porque te gosto!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5661542093658036999</id><published>2010-06-19T18:37:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T20:01:35.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus José Saramago...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esta será a imagem que no futuro recordarei, para sempre, o nosso Nobel Literário: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB0PBotG5RI/AAAAAAAAEZE/cVaFVbxCm_o/s1600/Jos%C3%A9+Saramago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484556441988031762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB0PBotG5RI/AAAAAAAAEZE/cVaFVbxCm_o/s320/Jos%C3%A9+Saramago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Bastar-te-ás a ti próprio enquanto puderes aguentar, depois confia-te a quem mereces, melhor se esse for alguém que te mereça&lt;/em&gt;" -&lt;em&gt; In jangada de Pedra&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem, quando soube da morte de José Saramgo, estremeci...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembrei-me inevitavelmente da sua "zanga" com o nosso país, da dificuldade que tive em ler alguns dos seu livros e de comprar constatemente os Cadernos de Lanzarotte para a minha mãe ler, que consumia e consome livros como as pessoas de ar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lembro-me de ter começado por ler a "Jangada de Pedra", de ter tentado ler " O Evangelho segundo Jesus Cristo" e de o não ter terminado, pois na altura não tinha conhecimentos suficientes para compreendê-lo e de ter lido uns anos mais tarde "Levantado do Chão"do qual fiquei fã e ainda mais amante do Alentejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tive oportunidade de ver os dois filmes adaptados dos livros para o cinema e rendi-me ao "Blindness" ou Ensaio sobre A Cegueira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdemos um grande HOMEM, alguém com sentido justo e coerente das suas opções de vida, crítico e inconformado com o que o rodeava e sobretudo com este nosso País à deriva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até logo Saramago. &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/5789304-5661542093658036999?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5661542093658036999/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5661542093658036999' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5661542093658036999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5661542093658036999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/adeus-jose-saramago.html' title='Adeus José Saramago...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB0PBotG5RI/AAAAAAAAEZE/cVaFVbxCm_o/s72-c/Jos%C3%A9+Saramago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1701006367297514805</id><published>2010-06-15T23:59:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:26:54.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada "Ciganada"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um enorme obrigada a todos os "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ciganitos&lt;/span&gt;" que participaram &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;neste mercado &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;quinhentista&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; -alunos do 9.º2; 8.º4; 8.º1 e do 6.ª6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgHT4NoLvI/AAAAAAAAEYs/nvuF4576D88/s1600/DSC09194-+Escola.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483140584412032754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgHT4NoLvI/AAAAAAAAEYs/nvuF4576D88/s320/DSC09194-+Escola.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ao Cigano Mor...pela dedicação e trabalho nas Artes Místicas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgHKAhMO_I/AAAAAAAAEYk/WzU4fFImDWQ/s1600/DSC09183-Pedro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483140414842878962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgHKAhMO_I/AAAAAAAAEYk/WzU4fFImDWQ/s320/DSC09183-Pedro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;OBRIGADÃO&lt;/span&gt;" a todos os que participaram connosco,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; trabalhando durante infindáveis horas de sábado:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Anália&lt;/span&gt;; - Margarida; - Tânia;- Pisco; - Nuno; - &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Liliana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para que a nossa Tenda Artes Místicas tivesse vida, alegria, e encanto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgGSP4IiGI/AAAAAAAAEYM/eE4A8uvKKfw/s1600/DSC08272-Na+venda+Casal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483139456892962914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgGSP4IiGI/AAAAAAAAEYM/eE4A8uvKKfw/s320/DSC08272-Na+venda+Casal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um agradecimento especial, pelo apoio prestado, a alguns menbros da Comissão Organizadora, nomeadamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Raquel; - Alexandra; - Ricardo Caldeira;- &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Luis&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Nelly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;assim como as excelentes fotos à Alexandra e ao João Luís.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgGGQeblXI/AAAAAAAAEYE/DNkneZ6gJsQ/s1600/DSC09106-+Su+poste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483139250895164786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgGGQeblXI/AAAAAAAAEYE/DNkneZ6gJsQ/s320/DSC09106-+Su+poste.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Até para o ano....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-1701006367297514805?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1701006367297514805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1701006367297514805' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1701006367297514805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1701006367297514805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/obrigada-ciganada.html' title='Obrigada &quot;Ciganada&quot;!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgHT4NoLvI/AAAAAAAAEYs/nvuF4576D88/s72-c/DSC09194-+Escola.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-9157580074279900026</id><published>2010-06-15T23:36:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T23:41:12.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A Venda dos Ciganos" na V Edição do Mercado Quinhentista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgB9g6z93I/AAAAAAAAEX8/1Mu4xN2VpZk/s1600/P1110287-Uuau+Ciganos.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Confesso que escolher entre as duas mil e tal fotos tiradas entre várias pessoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;nos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tês&lt;/span&gt; dias do Mercado &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quinhentista&lt;/span&gt; foi tarefa muito árdua:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBy0fKEyI/AAAAAAAAEX0/9DgtJNwXCrQ/s1600/P1110276-Vendedor+Pisco.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483134518917993250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBy0fKEyI/AAAAAAAAEX0/9DgtJNwXCrQ/s320/P1110276-Vendedor+Pisco.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Vou tentar deixar aqui fotos da nossa primeira actividade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Venda de Artes Místicas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBqC5usRI/AAAAAAAAEXs/DxDixt1XCq8/s1600/P1110294-Ajuda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483134368168718610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBqC5usRI/AAAAAAAAEXs/DxDixt1XCq8/s320/P1110294-Ajuda.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estas ciganas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;faziam&lt;/span&gt; rituais....de "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ciganice"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBY1Oe33I/AAAAAAAAEXk/Qsc3uvyl4xA/s1600/P1110285-Equipa+Cigana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483134072439889778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBY1Oe33I/AAAAAAAAEXk/Qsc3uvyl4xA/s320/P1110285-Equipa+Cigana.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E pelo meio "encantávamos" todos os que foram passando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBGJEV60I/AAAAAAAAEXc/RCVrbcPjcrU/s1600/P1030232-+Venda+Conj.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483133751348554562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBGJEV60I/AAAAAAAAEXc/RCVrbcPjcrU/s320/P1030232-+Venda+Conj.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Amuletos da Sorte; Simpatias contra o Ciúme/Mau olhado e a Inveja; Cristais da Harmonia e Felicidade; Encantamentos &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ciganos&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Elixires&lt;/span&gt; do Amor e da Juventude; Ervas Místicas e ainda Sortes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-9157580074279900026?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9157580074279900026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=9157580074279900026' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/9157580074279900026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/9157580074279900026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/venda-dos-ciganos-na-v-edicao-do.html' title='&quot;A Venda dos Ciganos&quot; na V Edição do Mercado Quinhentista'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBgBy0fKEyI/AAAAAAAAEX0/9DgtJNwXCrQ/s72-c/P1110276-Vendedor+Pisco.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6229021693945745433</id><published>2010-06-15T23:16:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:10:48.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El Gitanos....1.º Dia - 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Manda a tradição que os figurantes do mercado, desfilem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;pelo centro de Machico, munidos dos seus objectos para venda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;ou que os &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;caracterize&lt;/span&gt;...Aqui vão os G&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itanos&lt;/span&gt; juniores com as trouxas às costas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf-UdOpwdI/AAAAAAAAEXU/QbK-5lNCFI0/s1600/DSC08707-Su+Cortejo+nocturno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483130698743792082" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf-UdOpwdI/AAAAAAAAEXU/QbK-5lNCFI0/s320/DSC08707-Su+Cortejo+nocturno.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estes G&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;itanos&lt;/span&gt; aprendizes não arredavam pé da banca..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estava a ver a hora em que vendiam a barraca, os profs e o tudo o que havia por perto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parabéns a todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf99gJLRCI/AAAAAAAAEXM/Ijb2UBVBn4c/s1600/P1030262+-+Vendedores.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483130304389137442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf99gJLRCI/AAAAAAAAEXM/Ijb2UBVBn4c/s320/P1030262+-+Vendedores.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este Marroquino....é um "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mega&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gitano&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele tentou &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;disfarçar&lt;/span&gt;-se de vendedor marroquino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas o que lhe corria nas veias era a "Ciganada". &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483129687398699154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf9ZlrMUJI/AAAAAAAAEXE/4nUvYsaROn8/s320/DSC09724-+Cigana+e+Arabe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um acampamento de Ciganos( pelo menos uma tentativa aproximada...tem de ter:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Uma pipa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Roupa estendida;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Mantas no Chão;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Fogareiro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;- Cebolas e alhos penduradas contra o mau - olhado..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf9IVEO3fI/AAAAAAAAEW8/czqRQqVtmlY/s1600/P1030260-Acampamento.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483129390882545138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf9IVEO3fI/AAAAAAAAEW8/czqRQqVtmlY/s320/P1030260-Acampamento.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E depois para aguentar o restantes dias....nada como uma passagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Must&lt;/span&gt; vestidos a rigor e trajados à é&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;poca&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Quinhentista&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf8s_s_dqI/AAAAAAAAEW0/LgpkDTPFIZw/s1600/P1110299-Must.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483128921291454114" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf8s_s_dqI/AAAAAAAAEW0/LgpkDTPFIZw/s320/P1110299-Must.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes foram os primeiros a "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;desenbarcar&lt;/span&gt;"....posteriormente chegaram os restantes!&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/5789304-6229021693945745433?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6229021693945745433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6229021693945745433' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6229021693945745433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6229021693945745433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/el-gitanos1-dia-2010.html' title='El Gitanos....1.º Dia - 2010'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBf-UdOpwdI/AAAAAAAAEXU/QbK-5lNCFI0/s72-c/DSC08707-Su+Cortejo+nocturno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5330767363675237968</id><published>2010-06-15T18:14:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T23:15:56.876+01:00</updated><title type='text'>El Gitanos.... 2.º dia - 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No segundo dia do Mercado, o desfile durante o dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E o calor apertava-:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfs9KeZ38I/AAAAAAAAEWk/RJvN9aVj-1E/s1600/DSC09361-+Supedro+cortejoDia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483111606874922946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfs9KeZ38I/AAAAAAAAEWk/RJvN9aVj-1E/s320/DSC09361-+Supedro+cortejoDia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enquanto uns iam no cortejo...para animar a malta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os outros Gitanos animavam a tenda!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfsAkGg15I/AAAAAAAAEWU/r52oigG4Hgo/s1600/P1030238+-+Viva+os+Ciagnos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483110565782017938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfsAkGg15I/AAAAAAAAEWU/r52oigG4Hgo/s320/P1030238+-+Viva+os+Ciagnos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; El Gitano Mor....pensava na vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfrex1LmKI/AAAAAAAAEWM/zet4awkertY/s1600/P1030285-CiganoMor.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483109985351866530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfrex1LmKI/AAAAAAAAEWM/zet4awkertY/s320/P1030285-CiganoMor.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Do Porto Santo vieram outras ciganas....&lt;br /&gt;Lália e Fátinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfqoONYWgI/AAAAAAAAEV8/nCEI_m0t5-I/s1600/P1030286-L%C3%A1lia+e+F%C3%A1tima.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483109048076753410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfqoONYWgI/AAAAAAAAEV8/nCEI_m0t5-I/s320/P1030286-L%C3%A1lia+e+F%C3%A1tima.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E o Gitano Pisco ocupou-se com a comida dos ciganos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfqMwit6KI/AAAAAAAAEV0/8q-9_F-nqfo/s1600/P1030294-Paparoca.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483108576256714914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfqMwit6KI/AAAAAAAAEV0/8q-9_F-nqfo/s320/P1030294-Paparoca.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ah pois é!Cigano que é cigano alimenta-se bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5330767363675237968?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5330767363675237968/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5330767363675237968' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5330767363675237968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5330767363675237968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/el-gitanos-2-dia-2010.html' title='El Gitanos.... 2.º dia - 2010'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBfs9KeZ38I/AAAAAAAAEWk/RJvN9aVj-1E/s72-c/DSC09361-+Supedro+cortejoDia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-2784165383226675978</id><published>2010-06-14T00:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T00:15:00.193+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns My Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uff...o meu desejo transformou-se em realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho andado há muito tempo à procura de algo diferente para te dar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pedi, fiz figas, fechei os olhos e concentrei-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje quando acordei e te vi a meu lado...com um sono sereno e umas sardas sorridentes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVa3Sey9HI/AAAAAAAAEVs/2c2Q9rYK_6k/s1600/dar_amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482388027293758578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVa3Sey9HI/AAAAAAAAEVs/2c2Q9rYK_6k/s320/dar_amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Descobri o que queria oferecer-te: "Um coração---Cheio de mim e de ti!!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É a melhor prenda que te posso dar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parabéns!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-2784165383226675978?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2784165383226675978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=2784165383226675978' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2784165383226675978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2784165383226675978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/06/parabens-my-love.html' title='Parabéns My Love!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVa3Sey9HI/AAAAAAAAEVs/2c2Q9rYK_6k/s72-c/dar_amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-7372900816855209819</id><published>2010-04-19T22:10:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T22:42:23.777+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As crianças, os emigras, os amigos no Parque das Conchas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As malucas do costume....recolheram as seguintes fotos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zLuLWt88I/AAAAAAAAETU/PmYBRNJhVSQ/s1600/IMG_1751-Su+e+Rita+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461964442276066242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zLuLWt88I/AAAAAAAAETU/PmYBRNJhVSQ/s320/IMG_1751-Su+e+Rita+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Será que se prepara??? A Violeta está linda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zLe_8B8GI/AAAAAAAAETM/KFMach3i0DQ/s1600/DSC08057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461964181513302114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zLe_8B8GI/AAAAAAAAETM/KFMach3i0DQ/s320/DSC08057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O Jaime explicou-me num Português fabuloso que&lt;br /&gt;"As formigas faziam buracos na areia com as patinhas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zKahLSXuI/AAAAAAAAETE/SbsQ0Wvn6_Y/s1600/IMG_1742-+Jaime+II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461963005024689890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zKahLSXuI/AAAAAAAAETE/SbsQ0Wvn6_Y/s320/IMG_1742-+Jaime+II.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Júlia mais envergonhada levou algum tempo a "largar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a mãe....E a cara não engana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zKPpKjMHI/AAAAAAAAES8/s8C43BZdPdo/s1600/IMG_1740+-+J%C3%BAlia+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962818190520434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zKPpKjMHI/AAAAAAAAES8/s8C43BZdPdo/s320/IMG_1740+-+J%C3%BAlia+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Bia...estava na sua praia(expressão recentemente usada)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;subia e descia às arvores com tal destreza..qual treino!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zKIJVoVgI/AAAAAAAAES0/p_Fg5jP9lgk/s1600/IMG_1734-Bia+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962689387976194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zKIJVoVgI/AAAAAAAAES0/p_Fg5jP9lgk/s320/IMG_1734-Bia+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Mãe da Júlia tentava que esta a largasse....mas está quieto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi aos poucos e lentamente:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zKAeDjbzI/AAAAAAAAESs/DQVsNkXekSs/s1600/IMG_1727-+sandra+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962557510348594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zKAeDjbzI/AAAAAAAAESs/DQVsNkXekSs/s320/IMG_1727-+sandra+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estes "parolitos" tinham acabado de aterrar na Capital...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi a apresentação quase final aos amigos de Lisboa( leia-se com sotaque Tiá)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJ1pXo4bI/AAAAAAAAESk/zRWhTjh0QOQ/s1600/IMG_1754+-+Su+e+PedroIII+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962371568820658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJ1pXo4bI/AAAAAAAAESk/zRWhTjh0QOQ/s320/IMG_1754+-+Su+e+PedroIII+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O pai babado ajudava o seu filho, Ariel, a abrir as bolachas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;afinal as brincadeiras abrem o apetite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJsJOkniI/AAAAAAAAESc/v61FIIOIjbY/s1600/IMG_1744-+Avner+e+Ariel+-+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962208322035234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJsJOkniI/AAAAAAAAESc/v61FIIOIjbY/s320/IMG_1744-+Avner+e+Ariel+-+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As mamãs antigas, as actuais e as presentes conversam sobre &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"as crianças são o melhor do mundo"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJjdrS-KI/AAAAAAAAESU/DvSflQ46EeI/s1600/IMG_1761-Meninas+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461962059192400034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJjdrS-KI/AAAAAAAAESU/DvSflQ46EeI/s320/IMG_1761-Meninas+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A tia melosa brinca com o Sobrinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJZgjPFKI/AAAAAAAAESM/NCdPW8KfzGw/s1600/IMG_1731-+Jaime+e+Joana+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461961888165205154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJZgjPFKI/AAAAAAAAESM/NCdPW8KfzGw/s320/IMG_1731-+Jaime+e+Joana+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A mães aproveitam para matar saudades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJRKeWlWI/AAAAAAAAESE/x2CY8pTrwfw/s1600/IMG_1726+-+s%C3%B3nis+e+jo%C3%A3o+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461961744800191842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJRKeWlWI/AAAAAAAAESE/x2CY8pTrwfw/s320/IMG_1726+-+s%C3%B3nis+e+jo%C3%A3o+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E "tcharam"....a foto final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJD-HfTqI/AAAAAAAAER8/pP4OMTyINyY/s1600/IMG_1750-+Grupo+I+Blog.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461961518144769698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zJD-HfTqI/AAAAAAAAER8/pP4OMTyINyY/s320/IMG_1750-+Grupo+I+Blog.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Procuram-se pais....e irmãos para os que já tem filhos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-7372900816855209819?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7372900816855209819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=7372900816855209819' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7372900816855209819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7372900816855209819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-criancas-os-emigras-os-amigos-no.html' title='As crianças, os emigras, os amigos no Parque das Conchas.'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S8zLuLWt88I/AAAAAAAAETU/PmYBRNJhVSQ/s72-c/IMG_1751-Su+e+Rita+Blog.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-7167028910491568033</id><published>2010-03-13T17:14:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:39:54.691+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite Travesti....Quem é quem??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pois é...sempre assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A noite travesti serve para aguçar a nossa criatividade:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVPQee_RmI/AAAAAAAAET0/zegLHzTeoks/s1600/P1100460+-+Fant%C3%A1sticos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482375265872987746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVPQee_RmI/AAAAAAAAET0/zegLHzTeoks/s320/P1100460+-+Fant%C3%A1sticos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E sendo uma noite de trocas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As mosqueteiras sairam à rua!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVPIpamyiI/AAAAAAAAETs/dFvfVxnhogs/s1600/P1100493-tres+mosqueteiras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482375131368442402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVPIpamyiI/AAAAAAAAETs/dFvfVxnhogs/s320/P1100493-tres+mosqueteiras.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Depois da dança no Amazónia....nada como umas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"sandochas"preparadas pela mulher campino!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVO6mJNhnI/AAAAAAAAETk/5SUtqYqOFKg/s1600/P1100455+-+que+trio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482374889972008562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVO6mJNhnI/AAAAAAAAETk/5SUtqYqOFKg/s320/P1100455+-+que+trio.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E eis a foto final....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Máquina em cima de um muro e já está...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Agora a rir!!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVOuxAtazI/AAAAAAAAETc/CTigakvsPGw/s1600/P1100453-+Adivinha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482374686730709810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVOuxAtazI/AAAAAAAAETc/CTigakvsPGw/s320/P1100453-+Adivinha.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Até para o ano!&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/5789304-7167028910491568033?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7167028910491568033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=7167028910491568033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7167028910491568033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7167028910491568033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/03/noite-travestiquem-e-quem.html' title='Noite Travesti....Quem é quem??'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TBVPQee_RmI/AAAAAAAAET0/zegLHzTeoks/s72-c/P1100460+-+Fant%C3%A1sticos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8863892684819089888</id><published>2010-02-22T17:59:00.014Z</published><updated>2010-02-25T23:16:17.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora é a vossa vez...Dica: FESTA NA CAMACHA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cDhem6Q9I/AAAAAAAAER0/IxUyefUEnJ4/s1600-h/P1100626-+gina+e+an%C3%A1lia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442322548387365842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cDhem6Q9I/AAAAAAAAER0/IxUyefUEnJ4/s320/P1100626-+gina+e+an%C3%A1lia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cDS3zcviI/AAAAAAAAERs/dmhIzvXMMSA/s1600-h/P1100623-+4+camacheiros.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442322297452805666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cDS3zcviI/AAAAAAAAERs/dmhIzvXMMSA/s320/P1100623-+4+camacheiros.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cDDthXVpI/AAAAAAAAERk/-nKC1bP5bDU/s1600-h/P1100661-+pedro+e+su+camacha.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442322036994561682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cDDthXVpI/AAAAAAAAERk/-nKC1bP5bDU/s320/P1100661-+pedro+e+su+camacha.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cCvhGZpQI/AAAAAAAAERc/ZmUvfmLuwIM/s1600-h/P1100645-gina+II.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442321690062857474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cCvhGZpQI/AAAAAAAAERc/ZmUvfmLuwIM/s320/P1100645-gina+II.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cCXVS3eiI/AAAAAAAAERU/CVu_9UaqEHQ/s1600-h/P1100648-Su+eMagui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442321274577058338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cCXVS3eiI/AAAAAAAAERU/CVu_9UaqEHQ/s320/P1100648-Su+eMagui.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foto 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cCF_FRQ6I/AAAAAAAAERM/a25Ap7vuzQ8/s1600-h/P1100636-+l%C3%A1lia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442320976556671906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cCF_FRQ6I/AAAAAAAAERM/a25Ap7vuzQ8/s320/P1100636-+l%C3%A1lia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cBzYEeD_I/AAAAAAAAERE/0OyEZOJ9NPI/s1600-h/P1100647-Pedro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442320656846688242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cBzYEeD_I/AAAAAAAAERE/0OyEZOJ9NPI/s320/P1100647-Pedro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cBcSi6DMI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/NAklbrpTWeo/s1600-h/P1100673-+an%C3%A1lia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442320260226747586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cBcSi6DMI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/NAklbrpTWeo/s320/P1100673-+an%C3%A1lia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto 9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cBJvnQ-4I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/sYg81aM29Us/s1600-h/P1100696+-+Magui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442319941612141442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cBJvnQ-4I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/sYg81aM29Us/s320/P1100696+-+Magui.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foto 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cAye3HnFI/AAAAAAAAEQs/_mhZnKKTyXE/s1600-h/P1100702-%C3%B3+foto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442319541978242130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4cAye3HnFI/AAAAAAAAEQs/_mhZnKKTyXE/s320/P1100702-%C3%B3+foto.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ele bem apitava...mas nós náo conseguiamos sequer chegar perto tal era a altura da água à nossa porta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpbpJ2iDI/AAAAAAAAEQk/ZoVY4Lj4Ezo/s1600-h/cangalho+afogado.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440886485953185842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpbpJ2iDI/AAAAAAAAEQk/ZoVY4Lj4Ezo/s320/cangalho+afogado.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A  Dança sensual entre o carro e a cadeira...podia ser uma motivo de sedução!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpUQ520iI/AAAAAAAAEQc/hpACfvTY6lU/s1600-h/cangalho+sozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440886359184560674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpUQ520iI/AAAAAAAAEQc/hpACfvTY6lU/s320/cangalho+sozinho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta estava no site da Iol....ele e a cadeira que qdo chegámos estava&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;debaixo da roda direita traseira....sabe-se lá como!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpK9mLEBI/AAAAAAAAEQU/6B28QyCwbj8/s1600-h/cangallhos+a+boiar+-+dois.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 251px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440886199382904850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpK9mLEBI/AAAAAAAAEQU/6B28QyCwbj8/s320/cangallhos+a+boiar+-+dois.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta imagem foi retirada do site da Câmra de Machico....o meu carro e outro quase&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;submersos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpCrvNuBI/AAAAAAAAEQM/oArtI0FGKPs/s1600-h/P1100728+-+janela+de+casa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440886057150035986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpCrvNuBI/AAAAAAAAEQM/oArtI0FGKPs/s320/P1100728+-+janela+de+casa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordei o Pedro" Olha...anda ver uma coisa diferente"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Ho9Ehk7UI/AAAAAAAAEQE/lki5BUW8ITo/s1600-h/P1100728-+janela+ii.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440885960724507970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Ho9Ehk7UI/AAAAAAAAEQE/lki5BUW8ITo/s320/P1100728-+janela+ii.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estremunhada e cheia de fome achei que estava a ter um pesadelo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Ho38mJ3MI/AAAAAAAAEP8/zmgDukTwdoE/s1600-h/P1100729-+p+mar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440885872696876226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Ho38mJ3MI/AAAAAAAAEP8/zmgDukTwdoE/s320/P1100729-+p+mar.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando abri a janela porque gosto de ver chover, tive que me controlar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para não berrar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Hov09H3PI/AAAAAAAAEP0/rWxb_klLw4w/s1600-h/P1100731-+a+nossa+esplanda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440885733206777074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Hov09H3PI/AAAAAAAAEP0/rWxb_klLw4w/s320/P1100731-+a+nossa+esplanda.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrada do Prédio....res-do-chão....nós moramos um andar acima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Homgc34FI/AAAAAAAAEPs/TOtcq3m5UhQ/s1600-h/P1100736-entrada+para+casa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440885573083979858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Homgc34FI/AAAAAAAAEPs/TOtcq3m5UhQ/s320/P1100736-entrada+para+casa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 12h00....duas horas depois de ver água, tentar ir ver se ainda havia cangalho.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoeIVRjzI/AAAAAAAAEPk/gdewsK4_fZg/s1600-h/P1100737-+ver+o+cangalho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440885429170704178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoeIVRjzI/AAAAAAAAEPk/gdewsK4_fZg/s320/P1100737-+ver+o+cangalho.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por acaso não bateu contra o poste de electricidade ou o pinouco....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e com sorte entrava pelo Maré Alta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoY0B3vdI/AAAAAAAAEPc/e0H35LFXPY0/s1600-h/P1100738-j%C3%A1+estava+assim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440885337821265362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoY0B3vdI/AAAAAAAAEPc/e0H35LFXPY0/s320/P1100738-j%C3%A1+estava+assim.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu para salvar os documentos( colados com fita cola e o cartáo do parque...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoTvv9FMI/AAAAAAAAEPU/EmXjujpis78/s1600-h/P1100741-limpo+por+dentro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440885250773030082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoTvv9FMI/AAAAAAAAEPU/EmXjujpis78/s320/P1100741-limpo+por+dentro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Operaçáo Limpeza.....Domingo..dia de descanso?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoJMOkTMI/AAAAAAAAEPM/1Qdv6wCnhic/s1600-h/P1100743-+limpeza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440885069439061186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoJMOkTMI/AAAAAAAAEPM/1Qdv6wCnhic/s320/P1100743-+limpeza.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparação para o mercado....tudo espalhado e ao sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoBjixrAI/AAAAAAAAEPE/qWcXVnHwTHo/s1600-h/P1100745-+ao+sol.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440884938258885634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HoBjixrAI/AAAAAAAAEPE/qWcXVnHwTHo/s320/P1100745-+ao+sol.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O chão foi lavado.....com água da ribeira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Hn7SZVuQI/AAAAAAAAEO8/vY-noevniz8/s1600-h/P1100747-%C3%A1gua.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440884830576687362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Hn7SZVuQI/AAAAAAAAEO8/vY-noevniz8/s320/P1100747-%C3%A1gua.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda se fosse água limpinha....até agredecia porque me limpava o carro..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;agora assim...parecia um todo terreno( paus, folhas, areia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Hn2Nqj4zI/AAAAAAAAEO0/3HwbkuhIbNY/s1600-h/P1100748-motor+lavado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440884743407395634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4Hn2Nqj4zI/AAAAAAAAEO0/3HwbkuhIbNY/s320/P1100748-motor+lavado.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estofos afogados em lama....garrafas a boiar(aquelas para pôr água)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HnwF7P8jI/AAAAAAAAEOs/AGj5JTmrq4g/s1600-h/P1100754-estofos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440884638250693170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HnwF7P8jI/AAAAAAAAEOs/AGj5JTmrq4g/s320/P1100754-estofos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá ver se esta megda se safa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HnqsyFlFI/AAAAAAAAEOk/tMv777eRodA/s1600-h/P1100756-+ajuda.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440884545602032722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HnqsyFlFI/AAAAAAAAEOk/tMv777eRodA/s320/P1100756-+ajuda.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos para rir...as do Carnaval....prometo que as coloco assim que tiver um cangalho...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( este....ou um novo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5789304-311289158723039513?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/311289158723039513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=311289158723039513' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/311289158723039513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/311289158723039513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/em-machico-foi-assime-o-meu-cangalhoex.html' title='Em Machico foi assim...e o meu cangalho(ex) boiou por aqui.'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S4HpbpJ2iDI/AAAAAAAAEQk/ZoVY4Lj4Ezo/s72-c/cangalho+afogado.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-411992827900863539</id><published>2010-02-08T20:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:44:46.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Jantar de Aniversário=SU e MARIETA=GINJAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu confesso que tentei que eles não viessem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mas já sabem como é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ouvem falar em festa...LÁ ESTÃO BATIDOS-:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Hf_vudmVI/AAAAAAAAEOc/NKDE_7asETc/s1600-h/P1100365.JPG-Cromos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436372511448996178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Hf_vudmVI/AAAAAAAAEOc/NKDE_7asETc/s320/P1100365.JPG-Cromos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O jantar foi no restaurante Ginjas e era o meu aniversário e o da Marieta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A mesa mais escura( tipo vanguarda era a dela...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HeeQyTXcI/AAAAAAAAEOU/Cr5cqEGDMzc/s1600-h/P1100382.JPG+-+outra+mesa1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436370836696292802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HeeQyTXcI/AAAAAAAAEOU/Cr5cqEGDMzc/s320/P1100382.JPG+-+outra+mesa1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A mesa do meu lado tinha de tudo...com chapéu e sem cabelo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HeJ-ARvZI/AAAAAAAAEOM/ssqKaRSKh1c/s1600-h/P1100384.JPG-mesa+nossa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436370488057249170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HeJ-ARvZI/AAAAAAAAEOM/ssqKaRSKh1c/s320/P1100384.JPG-mesa+nossa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;O que parecia um quadro era mesmo o meu postal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;A Magna está mais uma vez de parabéns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Hd5vls-0I/AAAAAAAAEOE/xpfrdfWr0Oc/s1600-h/P1100387.JPG-+o+postal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436370209309784898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Hd5vls-0I/AAAAAAAAEOE/xpfrdfWr0Oc/s320/P1100387.JPG-+o+postal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Como imaginam para ler o que estava escrito...quase que tive que pedir ajuda ao pessoal do lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E lá estavam, o nome de quase todos, que a muito custo tentaram assinar o postal discretamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(tendo até eu segurado no mesmo, sem poder virar a cara, lol).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HdqRZdrgI/AAAAAAAAEN8/JfkFuN-8eNU/s1600-h/P1100388.JPG-+facil+de+ler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436369943507348994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HdqRZdrgI/AAAAAAAAEN8/JfkFuN-8eNU/s320/P1100388.JPG-+facil+de+ler.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Depois, começaram a chegar as prendas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Como já devem reparado...deixei um "bocado" o preto e passei-me para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;os castanhos, laranjas, verdes...A natureza chama por mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Estava a fazer-me falta a mala...e claro à queque( da Cavalinho!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Gosto...são boas, aguentam muito tempo e são práticas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HdSYlebLI/AAAAAAAAEN0/N85gItiyBvs/s1600-h/P1100390.JPG-+mala+queque.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436369533119917234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HdSYlebLI/AAAAAAAAEN0/N85gItiyBvs/s320/P1100390.JPG-+mala+queque.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Depois para completar a "panóplia"queria umas botitas...(porque já tinha roubado o casaco da Sónia!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Como a natureza está a chamar por mim, pedi uma árvore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Afinal dizem que ao longo da vida devemos escrever um livro( um blog chega?), plantar uma árvore( e se for pintada, serve?) e fazer um filho( a "ber" bamos....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;O Nuno "Piercing"alentejano fez-me a vontade( já está pendurada no quarto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; e nela constam o nome de todos os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;que me deram as prendas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E claro...as botas castanhas (com flores desenhadas!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Hc-8-7zOI/AAAAAAAAENs/SIEDMrhl4zY/s1600-h/P1100392.JPG-+botas+e+arvore.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436369199292992738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Hc-8-7zOI/AAAAAAAAENs/SIEDMrhl4zY/s320/P1100392.JPG-+botas+e+arvore.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Não me posso esquecer dos brincos que fazem "pandan"(?) com o meu anel e relógio da Swacth e ainda do bilhete de entrada para a eurodisney( onde vamos na páscoa).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Depois temos os cuscos que queriam ver a árvore (de perto) e ouvir a minha conversa com a Vanda!&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante, lol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HcqytkiZI/AAAAAAAAENk/di-D3u5zUuA/s1600-h/P1100393.JPG-+tb+quero+ler.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436368852938426770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HcqytkiZI/AAAAAAAAENk/di-D3u5zUuA/s320/P1100393.JPG-+tb+quero+ler.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Durante o Jantar, a organizadora mor das prendas....ou seja a Coordenadora Magui,&lt;/p&gt;esteve sempre bem disposta, até porque a Anália (Chefe) não deixa lugar para tristeza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HcJXqcFcI/AAAAAAAAENc/kFlcAGM9I4U/s1600-h/P1100403.JPG-ham.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436368278741849538" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HcJXqcFcI/AAAAAAAAENc/kFlcAGM9I4U/s320/P1100403.JPG-ham.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Preparávamo-nos para cantar os "Parabéns"com um bolo de Xadrez,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas que por fora até passava bem por um bolo de casamento ou de primeira comunhão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HbrkO9YGI/AAAAAAAAENU/AX7KmZohSHg/s1600-h/P1100411.JPG-parab%C3%A9ns1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436367766720176226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HbrkO9YGI/AAAAAAAAENU/AX7KmZohSHg/s320/P1100411.JPG-parab%C3%A9ns1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como as aniversariantes faziam anos diferentes...nem vou dizer( porque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sou eu que fico mal!), colocámos apenas duas velas para cada uma e segurámos o bolo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;enquanto nos cantavam os parabéns -:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HbY6izO3I/AAAAAAAAENM/N8xXYv4kkD4/s1600-h/P1100416.JPG-+parab%C3%A9ns+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436367446291463026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HbY6izO3I/AAAAAAAAENM/N8xXYv4kkD4/s320/P1100416.JPG-+parab%C3%A9ns+2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Já no fim...foi servida ginja e acabámos com o bolo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Discutia-se o empate do Benfica e qual o sítio para beber um copo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Ha2JSD7XI/AAAAAAAAENE/DUy8kDjaHrg/s1600-h/P1100421.JPG-+fim.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436366848952364402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Ha2JSD7XI/AAAAAAAAENE/DUy8kDjaHrg/s320/P1100421.JPG-+fim.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E quando não é o Pisco( Pedro), "home" da Tânia, a dizer disparates&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ai que mentira.....a fazer teatro)devia ser o Pedro( O tal de Almeida)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HPQbvckBI/AAAAAAAAEM8/NXEM-nRGvso/s1600-h/P1100437.JPG-+lado+Su.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436354106444517394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3HPQbvckBI/AAAAAAAAEM8/NXEM-nRGvso/s320/P1100437.JPG-+lado+Su.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;E terminámos a noite no Kasbah, perto do Number Two no Lido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;a beber ( e desta vez não foi rodada de colas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;amêndoa amarga com gelo, limão e grãos de café!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Tirando o pisco que achou que se calhar substituia o Limáo pela Coca Cola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Foi uma noite deveras singular...com muita gente, poucos lugares e bolo ao Xadrez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Até para o ano-:)&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/5789304-411992827900863539?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/411992827900863539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=411992827900863539' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/411992827900863539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/411992827900863539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/jantar-de-aniversariosu-e-marietaginjas.html' title='Jantar de Aniversário=SU e MARIETA=GINJAS'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S3Hf_vudmVI/AAAAAAAAEOc/NKDE_7asETc/s72-c/P1100365.JPG-Cromos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4961825446893316937</id><published>2010-02-04T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T20:22:08.308Z</updated><title type='text'>COMER BEM...PARA VIVER MELHOR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Já todos sabemos que temos de comer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas fazer comer todos os dias....cansa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;E fazer comer diferente(366 dias) pior ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Mas nós temos pelos menos 4 livros de receitas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- Receitas do Pingo Doce( antigo e novo);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- As receitas do mundo da Popota ( é verdade);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;-Escola de noivas( Não vamos comentar...);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;- As minhas Receitas ; Cozinhar é fácil - Filipa Vacondeus( oferta da Mãe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YrbaKrUuI/AAAAAAAAEMs/ZOgVF7ufE9Y/s1600-h/Parto+de+Bacalhau.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433077750349648610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YrbaKrUuI/AAAAAAAAEMs/ZOgVF7ufE9Y/s320/Parto+de+Bacalhau.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Este Fantástico Bacalhau com vinho do Porto, Passas e Amêndoas...estava divinal( livro novo do Pingo Doce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YrFd7BB1I/AAAAAAAAEMk/bC3Dd5pFKQ8/s1600-h/Beringela+com+salada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433077373400581970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YrFd7BB1I/AAAAAAAAEMk/bC3Dd5pFKQ8/s320/Beringela+com+salada.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As beringelas recheadas com tofu( estas receitas têm como cobaia a Magui)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;são fruto da Net( site de comidas vegetarianas e do livro antigo do Pingo Doce)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2Yq01OfTaI/AAAAAAAAEMc/azsKCkja5tw/s1600-h/Beringelas+gratinadas+com+tofu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433077087598497186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2Yq01OfTaI/AAAAAAAAEMc/azsKCkja5tw/s320/Beringelas+gratinadas+com+tofu.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este Bolo de Chocolate é da autoria da PAT( amigona de lisboa)&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca fica igual, chuif chuif... deve ser para ai no mínimo do Pantagruel( Guru da Cozinha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YquAR4dNI/AAAAAAAAEMU/RtfTG23sL4M/s1600-h/Bolo+Final+Chocolate.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433076970306434258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YquAR4dNI/AAAAAAAAEMU/RtfTG23sL4M/s320/Bolo+Final+Chocolate.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A sempre fantástica e óptima quiche de Atum e Requeijáo faz parte do livro da Filipa Vacondeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;É sempre rápida de fazer, boa e estaladiça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YqcBahyOI/AAAAAAAAEMM/u7wupx9DStc/s1600-h/Quiche+de+Atum+com+Requeij%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433076661373487330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YqcBahyOI/AAAAAAAAEMM/u7wupx9DStc/s320/Quiche+de+Atum+com+Requeij%C3%A3o.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claro que podiamos por aqui as fotos do prato que a minha máe fez em Agosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;( estava óptimo) como frango e molho bechamel;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou mesmo as torradas de Seitan( que eu odiei...nem com natas), ou mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a soja ( nabos nesta arte, sem ser escorrida, parecia bolinhas de água- com arroz basmati e legumes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E claro a fantástica canja do Pedrito, assim como a caldeirada de lulas entre os mil e trezentos cereais ao pequeno almoço!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim....por aqui se vai comendo( batata doce, maçã assada, saladas várias, massas vegetarianas e claro sopita!!!)Outro dia deram "COUBES" e foi uma dor de cabeça dar cabo delas!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem tiver receitas rápidas( 30m) aceito com urgência! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-4961825446893316937?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4961825446893316937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4961825446893316937' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4961825446893316937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4961825446893316937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2004/02/comer-bempara-viver-melhor.html' title='COMER BEM...PARA VIVER MELHOR!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2YrbaKrUuI/AAAAAAAAEMs/ZOgVF7ufE9Y/s72-c/Parto+de+Bacalhau.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-2446100550699459417</id><published>2010-02-02T00:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T00:01:52.155Z</updated><title type='text'>I´ve got a feeling that today gonna be a good day...35!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2djYpbgr0I/AAAAAAAAEM0/fU6TFf1thAc/s1600-h/Su.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433420750535044930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2djYpbgr0I/AAAAAAAAEM0/fU6TFf1thAc/s320/Su.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Hoje faço 35 anos...quem diria?!Nem me lembraria, se o meu pai, que desde que faço 20 anos, me oferece postais com os números a cores da minha idade, lol!Obrigada...até porque se eu não visse o postal continuaria a achar que permanecia nos 28 anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Gosto do dia de aniversário, gosto de receber as chamadas"Então, como te sentes?"Olá...acordei-te?"Hummm já estás quase nos entas..."Gosto de fazer anos!Gosto de beijos, abraços e sorrisos!Desejos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Imensos...uma lista enorme, mas que posso simplificar em: Saúde; Família; Trabalho, Amor e sem sombra de dúvidas os Amigos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A todos aqueles que não vejo há "canus", a todos aqueles com quem trocos sms de natal/ ano novo e feliz aniversário e a todos aqueles que mesmo sem falar com eles, fizeram e fazem parte da minha vida, da minha pessoa...um fantástico obrigada e uma saudade indescritível de momentos passados e outros que imagino num futuro que gostaria que fosse próximo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-2446100550699459417?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2446100550699459417/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=2446100550699459417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2446100550699459417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2446100550699459417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/02/ive-got-feeling-that-today-gonna-be.html' title='I´ve got a feeling that today gonna be a good day...35!!!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2djYpbgr0I/AAAAAAAAEM0/fU6TFf1thAc/s72-c/Su.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5212286983338468291</id><published>2010-01-31T15:27:00.016Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:11:14.650Z</updated><title type='text'>No 1.º período a casa por cima da Pizzaria...</title><content type='html'>´&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É verdade...ainda não vos tinha apresentado a minha(nossa) casa  nova!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Situa-se no centro de Machico, tem uma vista agradável, e umas portadas grandes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por onde entra a luz/sol e o som do que se passa lá fora...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2XAZGxXp8I/AAAAAAAAELs/bCMJVnGKoI8/s1600-h/casa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432960063039317954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2XAZGxXp8I/AAAAAAAAELs/bCMJVnGKoI8/s320/casa.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A porta está aberta a todos os que queiram vir dizer disparates,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beber um chá marroquino, um vinho madeira, uma cevada ou mesmo só descansar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nós....cá estamos à vossa espera:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2XASQjN_pI/AAAAAAAAELk/oRYihFPEsr0/s1600-h/nosquadro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959945405234834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2XASQjN_pI/AAAAAAAAELk/oRYihFPEsr0/s320/nosquadro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No 1.º mês de termos mudado para aqui, tentámos( sim...tentámos) fazer um jantar de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inauguração da casa, mas as dificuldades em coordenar toda a gente num dia único..tornou-se uma ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_76x2QtI/AAAAAAAAELc/aMK5SJtcYCU/s1600-h/ze.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959561603891922" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_76x2QtI/AAAAAAAAELc/aMK5SJtcYCU/s320/ze.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Assim dividimos por grupos( nada heterogéneos), o primeiro jantar e convidámos o Iran Costa...&lt;br /&gt;Aparecerem os Curraleiros...O zé e a Mónica( foto mais abaixo);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_120mvzI/AAAAAAAAELU/54HjwwZxccs/s1600-h/liliana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959457462501170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_120mvzI/AAAAAAAAELU/54HjwwZxccs/s320/liliana.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Liliana, agora actual "bIZINHA"mas antes abandonada lá para cima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_vCvLl4I/AAAAAAAAELM/ew6e7O0Qzoc/s1600-h/monica1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959340401891202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_vCvLl4I/AAAAAAAAELM/ew6e7O0Qzoc/s320/monica1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (A Mónica Portomonizense - Curraleira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_mV5vBvI/AAAAAAAAELE/sAttuan3kBY/s1600-h/fiilipao.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959190927607538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_mV5vBvI/AAAAAAAAELE/sAttuan3kBY/s320/fiilipao.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Filipão...ginásio e alimentçãõ são os hobbies dele, depois de namorar com a lili!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_enLznWI/AAAAAAAAEK8/-r02j9uSgPg/s1600-h/lalia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432959058127854946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_enLznWI/AAAAAAAAEK8/-r02j9uSgPg/s320/lalia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E claro não podia faltar as "ÁLIAS"...a amiga da onça que nos abandono&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(foi para o PXO) e a Anália que só reclama comigo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_WosnxHI/AAAAAAAAEK0/MLuS05RPcIQ/s1600-h/analia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432958921094972530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_WosnxHI/AAAAAAAAEK0/MLuS05RPcIQ/s320/analia.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqui....penso que estávamos a tentar ouvir com atençáo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"é o bicho é o bicho..vou-te devorar!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_JEHVNUI/AAAAAAAAEKk/2m19HZ31uUU/s1600-h/IRANCOSTA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432958687936591170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_JEHVNUI/AAAAAAAAEKk/2m19HZ31uUU/s320/IRANCOSTA.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Como não conseguimos concordar com o abrir e fechar (não sejam preversos)das mãos, &lt;div&gt;à conta da coreografia..ficámos apenas a ouvir( como se ele estivesse dentro da nossa casa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432958538622604482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W_AX4GlMI/AAAAAAAAEKc/iFRvjJVYgQI/s320/1jantARCASA.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No dia seguinte fomos para casa dos "Bizinhos" atrapalhar os mesmos, lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W-v2cDIcI/AAAAAAAAEKU/c52uWn1s3Vs/s1600-h/casa+vizinhos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432958254768660930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2W-v2cDIcI/AAAAAAAAEKU/c52uWn1s3Vs/s320/casa+vizinhos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E assim vai a vida dos profs que vivem por cima da Pizzaria!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5212286983338468291?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5212286983338468291/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5212286983338468291' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5212286983338468291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5212286983338468291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-1-periodo-casa-por-cima-da-pizzaria.html' title='No 1.º período a casa por cima da Pizzaria...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S2XAZGxXp8I/AAAAAAAAELs/bCMJVnGKoI8/s72-c/casa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-991815297959682767</id><published>2010-01-26T22:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T22:52:47.210Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltei...afinal todos voltamos a algum lugar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S19xUOpiwPI/AAAAAAAAEHU/blHmeZsx0mA/s1600-h/Su1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431184267975770354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S19xUOpiwPI/AAAAAAAAEHU/blHmeZsx0mA/s320/Su1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vai passar, tu sabes que vai passar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez não amanhã, mas dentro de uma semana, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;um mês ou dois, quem sabe?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; O verão está aí, haverá sol quase todos os dias, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e sempre resta essa coisa chamada "impulso vital". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois esse impulso às vezes cruel, porque permite que a dor insista por muito tempo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; te empurrará quem sabe para o sol, para o mar, para uma nova estrada qualquer e, de repente, no meio de uma frase ou de um movimento &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;te surpreenderás pensando algo assim como&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "estou contente outra vez!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-991815297959682767?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/991815297959682767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=991815297959682767' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/991815297959682767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/991815297959682767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2010/01/volteiafinal-todos-voltamos-algum-lugar.html' title='Voltei...afinal todos voltamos a algum lugar!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S19xUOpiwPI/AAAAAAAAEHU/blHmeZsx0mA/s72-c/Su1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6002523875308505293</id><published>2009-12-22T22:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T23:56:48.299Z</updated><title type='text'>Um passeio pela Escócia...Chuvosa mas Alegre!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Já sei!Há mais de não sei quantos meses...é impressionante!Mas...antes tarde que  nunca vale?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aqui ficam algumas das fotos das nossas férias( frias) na Escócia, com chuva, Gininha, Pólo Norte, U2, Casamentos Escoceses e por ai....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ordem? Nas fotos? Nem pensar....fazemos um jogo....descubram vocês!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Agradeço às gajas e claro...ao cenoura que ficou sem o sizo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S194GJu-7aI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/vMzvpzgpx9w/s1600-h/Glasgow.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431191722719636898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S194GJu-7aI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/vMzvpzgpx9w/s320/Glasgow.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O bilhete que nos daria acesso ao "Bono"!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S1938wsslgI/AAAAAAAAEJs/wqc7AcC6qiM/s1600-h/Bono.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431191561380337154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S1938wsslgI/AAAAAAAAEJs/wqc7AcC6qiM/s320/Bono.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; o Bono....podia ser muito perto mas era mesmo no ecran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( tal longe estávamos!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S1933cwVPgI/AAAAAAAAEJk/Un8lYd8JXUY/s1600-h/concerto.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431191470127529474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S1933cwVPgI/AAAAAAAAEJk/Un8lYd8JXUY/s320/concerto.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estádio em Glasgow....ambiente fantástico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193w3u7uxI/AAAAAAAAEJc/JxOzTtzD9F4/s1600-h/Est%C3%A1dio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431191357110336274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193w3u7uxI/AAAAAAAAEJc/JxOzTtzD9F4/s320/Est%C3%A1dio.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As fotos num dia de sol...que foram raros, mas pelo menos deu para não andar de gorro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193qImoktI/AAAAAAAAEJU/_-PUKdzCbe4/s1600-h/Discretas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431191241379844818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193qImoktI/AAAAAAAAEJU/_-PUKdzCbe4/s320/Discretas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro dia de ar espontâneo....lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193h7VqFnI/AAAAAAAAEJM/E5gKbcnhwkM/s1600-h/Ar+normal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431191100380026482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193h7VqFnI/AAAAAAAAEJM/E5gKbcnhwkM/s320/Ar+normal.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A subida para a Escócia...ainda em Inglaterra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193bM-LuJI/AAAAAAAAEJE/Z5z95cXk0bM/s1600-h/4+doidas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431190984854321298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193bM-LuJI/AAAAAAAAEJE/Z5z95cXk0bM/s320/4+doidas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Podia ter sido na Arábia...mas foi na Escócia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193Ur1cOjI/AAAAAAAAEI8/2zzlMFJJ4wQ/s1600-h/Arabia+Saudita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431190872880069170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193Ur1cOjI/AAAAAAAAEI8/2zzlMFJJ4wQ/s320/Arabia+Saudita.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma valente chuvada e uns lagos fantásticos( todos alagados)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada como um jantar num restaurante acolhedor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193MXAGTwI/AAAAAAAAEI0/2Yb2R5ymuCk/s1600-h/salmao+a+chuva.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431190729848672002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193MXAGTwI/AAAAAAAAEI0/2Yb2R5ymuCk/s320/salmao+a+chuva.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos lá tentar as fotos com as várias versões e opções da máquina....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193CMQoSvI/AAAAAAAAEIs/-kOuZznTpYo/s1600-h/Su+ham.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431190555166526194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S193CMQoSvI/AAAAAAAAEIs/-kOuZznTpYo/s320/Su+ham.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lalita....no seu melhor para receber os U2!( mas percebemos que eram eles, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S19255m01DI/AAAAAAAAEIk/mEf4CP8yFCw/s1600-h/lalita.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431190412720395314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S19255m01DI/AAAAAAAAEIk/mEf4CP8yFCw/s320/lalita.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A jony...sempre a tirar as fotos mais bem enquadradas...sempre de sorriso sincero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S192e1eoxcI/AAAAAAAAEIc/EHK61mU1GHM/s1600-h/%C2%B4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431189947755840962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S192e1eoxcI/AAAAAAAAEIc/EHK61mU1GHM/s320/%C2%B4.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dulce...."odeio fotos...não fico bem..blá bla blá"Gostei desta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S192Uw5Su9I/AAAAAAAAEIU/gjzCXxAEhCw/s1600-h/Dulce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431189774726773714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S192Uw5Su9I/AAAAAAAAEIU/gjzCXxAEhCw/s320/Dulce.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Magui....sempre o mesmo sorriso? Deve ter sido dos quase 30 dais que dormimos juntas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S192M2wjQ5I/AAAAAAAAEIM/g-VabrwFJME/s1600-h/Magui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431189638861767570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S192M2wjQ5I/AAAAAAAAEIM/g-VabrwFJME/s320/Magui.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Náo vou precisar...mas penso que ou a entrada do estádio em Glasgow ou....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S192BA8MIBI/AAAAAAAAEIE/h6BB7ITz1u8/s1600-h/Tour+360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431189435436507154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S192BA8MIBI/AAAAAAAAEIE/h6BB7ITz1u8/s320/Tour+360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O "tal" casamento escoçês...será que tinha boxeres por baixo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S1912Z9pSYI/AAAAAAAAEH8/GDaIOJW5lSQ/s1600-h/casamento+escoces.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431189253174937986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S1912Z9pSYI/AAAAAAAAEH8/GDaIOJW5lSQ/s320/casamento+escoces.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho quase a certeza que foi perto do Bruce ou do Wallace...ou de um deles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre a chover e nós a tirar fotos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431189053345142754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S191qxigl-I/AAAAAAAAEH0/bngUE5FqWKU/s320/smile.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como chovia...nada como fazer da cozinha o estendal da roupa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431188660570107586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S191T6VpLsI/AAAAAAAAEHs/F2nQ9bxrzeo/s320/tarefas+dom%C3%A9sticas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A parada Tattoo( acho que é assim) tão falada....eu já deitava as gaitas de foles pelos ouvidos e todos os oríficios que se lembrarem!Mas foi giro...eu gostei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431188148828460786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S1902H87VvI/AAAAAAAAEHk/SOvKyt7h_Yc/s320/Tatoo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tatto Parada....a parte melhor foi sem dúvida a do hino e todos de mãos dadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até às próximas férias:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6002523875308505293?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6002523875308505293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6002523875308505293' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6002523875308505293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6002523875308505293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-passeio-pela-escociachuvosa-mas.html' title='Um passeio pela Escócia...Chuvosa mas Alegre!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/S194GJu-7aI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/vMzvpzgpx9w/s72-c/Glasgow.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8008589581478165083</id><published>2009-10-26T23:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:12:55.974Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu Não Sei Quem Te Perdeu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/T1Q6WPhsSug' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/T1Q6WPhsSug'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Apenas para começar bem a semana e lembrar que é tão bom fechar os olhos por uns minutos e relaxar...apenas descontrarir!E faz tanta falta três minuto por dia só para nós!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-8008589581478165083?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8008589581478165083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8008589581478165083' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8008589581478165083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8008589581478165083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-nao-sei-quem-te-perdeu.html' title='Eu Não Sei Quem Te Perdeu...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1435386153481069875</id><published>2009-10-22T23:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T23:27:34.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom Feeling :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/V6DXEurQwdI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/V6DXEurQwdI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje senti o tal "Feeling" que precisava de voltar à minha casa virtual!E nada como uns dias de ausência, de introspecção, uns momentos a dois, umas tralhas para arrumar, uns problemazitos para enviar para trás das costas, uns medos para me fazerem lutar, uma casa nova, uma vida nova e uma partilha fantástica!.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me com energia para regressar, para "contar-vos" as minhas aventuras, para queixar-me de maus tratos domésticos, para partilhar os momentos engraçados e tudo o que me vier à cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;A Sara Tavares tem entrada em minha( perdão....nossa)casa muitas vezes este ano. Tem uma voz quente, acolhedora e uma energia positiva. Este "Bom Feeling" fez-me querer voltar aqui...Iupi!&lt;br /&gt;P.s - Obrigada por terem esperado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-1435386153481069875?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1435386153481069875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1435386153481069875' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1435386153481069875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1435386153481069875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/bom-feeling.html' title='Bom Feeling :)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8110235561316391757</id><published>2009-10-22T19:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T19:09:36.538Z</updated><title type='text'>Gostar-te é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2qjzFIAZQs/SQ4nx4HP4MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/S48Aw8XIXrU/s320/puzzle-lupu-liebe-ist-1061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2qjzFIAZQs/SQ4nx4HP4MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/S48Aw8XIXrU/s320/puzzle-lupu-liebe-ist-1061.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gostar-te é...simplresmente muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(Com o tempo aprendi - com os amigos, os pais, os manos -que as nossas melhores emoções, sentimentos e sensações devemos aprender a guardá-los dentro de nós mesmos....mesmo que os quiséssemos partilhar não o deviamos fazer, porque como diz a minha mãe, os diários dos amantes existiam e tinham uma chave para proteger os segredos!!)&lt;/span&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/5789304-8110235561316391757?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8110235561316391757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8110235561316391757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8110235561316391757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8110235561316391757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/10/gostar-te-e.html' title='Gostar-te é...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_p2qjzFIAZQs/SQ4nx4HP4MI/AAAAAAAAAUk/S48Aw8XIXrU/s72-c/puzzle-lupu-liebe-ist-1061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-596882048316510479</id><published>2009-09-22T18:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:58:19.442+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mudasti...?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 154px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://t1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:wKEx83J3uDU6EM:http://www.dphotojournal.com/wp-content/wallpapers/spring.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A primeira grande mudança da nossa vida acontece quando depois de passarmos 9 meses, num lugar quentinho e agradável, temos de sair....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; Depois disso uma sucessão de mudanças ocorrem sem que possamos fazer nada para impedir que isso aconteça, passamos da infância para a adolescência com todos os conflitos que essa idade nos impõe, e daí para a idade adulta e todas as cobranças comuns nessa época, principalmente no que se refere a que rumo vamos dar a nossa vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois que escolhemos que profissão seguir, concluir o ensino básico e secundário e entrar na faculdade....Muitas vezes vemos que não é bem aquilo que queríamos, e lá vamos mudar de curso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao longo da nossa vida muitas mudanças acontecem, mudar de casa, cidade, por vezes até de país, mudar o namorado, marido, trabalho, estilo de vida....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já pensaram quantas mudanças ocorreram na "nossa" vida e nem sequer nos apercebemos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lembraste daquela mudança de emprego que fez com que conhecesses aquela pessoa que seria o teu companheiro? o tal "especial"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por vezes um simples acto muda toda a nossa vida, e na maioria das vezes nem nos damos conta disso!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso não devemos ter medo de mudar, pois as mudanças são fundamentais na nossa vida, algumas melhoram-na, outras nem tanto, mas de uma forma ou de outra sempre são benéficas, nem que seja para ter dar um abanão e relembrar que existes e que ainda queres "VIVER A 100%!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este, foi o meu ano de mudança....mudei em tantos aspectos, que mesmo que quisesse referir não me lembraria de metade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi um ano em cheio, com tudo o que isso implica....angústia, nervosismo, desgaste, ansiedade, medos mas sobretudo vontade e persistência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre se ouviu dizer que o ser humano é resistente à mudança...afinal "MUDAR"de hábitos custa, e nós somos animais de hábitos( rotineiros em especial).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há quem afirme que as pessoas mudam, outros que as pessoas se moldam e por ai....eu acho que nos vamos adaptando e refazemos algumas ideias...porque mudar na totalidade é dificil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois existem as mudanças de casa...essas são mesmo chatas!É carregar caixas, caixotes, malas, sacos.....desarrumar o que estava até então arrumado, e arrumar noutro sítio, de novo, com uma nova ordem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste início de ano lectivo....MUDEI!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mudei tanta coisa que ainda estou a dar os primeiros passos e com medo de cair, mas com a certeza que quero mudar, aproveitar, arriscar....enfim RENASCER!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-596882048316510479?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/596882048316510479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=596882048316510479' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/596882048316510479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/596882048316510479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/mudasti.html' title='&quot;Mudasti...?&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-447189189035089698</id><published>2009-09-03T21:29:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T22:42:28.312+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimo dia de férias...Obrigada a Todos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O último jantar em Nottingham, em casa da minha mãe, foi muito divertido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Comemos uma especialidade feita pela minha mãe....estava óptimo:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA1QrAiu8I/AAAAAAAAEHM/_Nipr_vpgvg/s1600-h/P1100023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377356515619552194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA1QrAiu8I/AAAAAAAAEHM/_Nipr_vpgvg/s400/P1100023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Depois começou a sessão fotográfica para a posteridade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;foi uma risada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA1IdKs0CI/AAAAAAAAEHE/8shtGHbauUU/s1600-h/P1100024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377356374465105954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA1IdKs0CI/AAAAAAAAEHE/8shtGHbauUU/s400/P1100024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Ó VÓ....tens de olhar para aqui!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA1AGsz7HI/AAAAAAAAEG8/kRB-r5CvMbk/s1600-h/P1100025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377356230995209330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA1AGsz7HI/AAAAAAAAEG8/kRB-r5CvMbk/s400/P1100025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O objectivo era conseguir que ficássemos todos na foto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;uma foto tipo automática!Mas onde por o raio da máquina?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA0vroKhjI/AAAAAAAAEG0/WQp89xSC5r0/s1600-h/P1100026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377355948850054706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA0vroKhjI/AAAAAAAAEG0/WQp89xSC5r0/s400/P1100026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Tentámos em cima do móvel da sala...e a correria para eu ficar era cada vez mais disparatada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;E com a correria...a porta abriu-se e eis que a minha avó ia levando com a "Porta na Cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA0onsTCAI/AAAAAAAAEGs/D9VNH38qNeU/s1600-h/P1100027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377355827534563330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA0onsTCAI/AAAAAAAAEGs/D9VNH38qNeU/s400/P1100027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A última tentativa deu certo....ficámos todos e a rir e acho que esticados, como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;tinha sido decidido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA0hyM7hNI/AAAAAAAAEGk/kBzbQXTSuvk/s1600-h/P1100028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377355710096704722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA0hyM7hNI/AAAAAAAAEGk/kBzbQXTSuvk/s400/P1100028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Este jantar reuniu pessoas, que de alguma forma este ano tomaram opções diferentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A Dulce saiu da sua escola por destacamento e está mais perto de casa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A Eulália achava que vinha para o continente e afinal vai dar aulas para o Porto Santo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A João concorreu para o Continente e decidiu ficar por cá e na sua casa nova e por habitar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;e a Magui....fica comigo em Machico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A única certeza é que a minha mãe, avó e manuel ficam em Nottingham por mais este ano lectivo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Obrigada.....adorei este jantar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-447189189035089698?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/447189189035089698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=447189189035089698' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/447189189035089698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/447189189035089698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/09/ultimo-dia-de-feriasobrigada-todos.html' title='Ultimo dia de férias...Obrigada a Todos!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SqA1QrAiu8I/AAAAAAAAEHM/_Nipr_vpgvg/s72-c/P1100023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6257154969488844767</id><published>2009-08-31T01:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:35:35.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot....Seguimos qual estrada?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:QY959bLvC9aAQM:http://blogetd.no.sapo.pt/imagens/caminhos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 165px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:QY959bLvC9aAQM:http://blogetd.no.sapo.pt/imagens/caminhos.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "E quando à tua frente se abrirem muitas estradas e não souberes a que hás-de escolher, não te metas por uma ao acaso, senta-te e espera. Respira com a mesma profundidade confiante com que respiraste no dia em que vieste ao mundo, e sem deixares que nada te distraia, espera e volta a esperar. Fica quieta, em silêncio e ouve o teu coração. Quando ele te falar, levanta-te e vai para onde ele te levar. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In - Susanna Tamaro -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6257154969488844767?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6257154969488844767/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6257154969488844767' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6257154969488844767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6257154969488844767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/carrotseguimos-qual-estrada.html' title='Carrot....Seguimos qual estrada?'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-3798603545611408550</id><published>2009-08-20T22:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T01:38:17.902+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Viagem pela Escócia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:g-zbWDE8-Z6RFM:http://www.mundoimpar.com/mundoimpar/fiesta-curso-actividades/viaje7/escocia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 144px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:g-zbWDE8-Z6RFM:http://www.mundoimpar.com/mundoimpar/fiesta-curso-actividades/viaje7/escocia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Escócia é sem dúvida bonita...mas mais bonita seria se não estivesse sempre a chover!&lt;br /&gt;A Escócia e emblematica e cheia de Glamour quando chove, meia misteriosa nas zonas rurais e a lembrar o Mel Gibson!&lt;br /&gt;A Escócia recebe os U2 e nós fomos ver...um ESPECTÁCULO~!&lt;br /&gt;A Escócia tem regras de condução diferentes, e eu já adoro conduzir à esquerda!&lt;br /&gt;Na Escócia, eu, Magui, Lália, Jony e a Dulce, temos rido, andado com polares e impermeáveis e sempre à chuva!Good Bless the Rain!&lt;br /&gt;Tivemos uma semana em Glasgow e amanhã seguimos para Edinburgh ao som dos Pólo Norte ( que o nome até e apropriado ao tempo, lol) e vamos ver a Militar Parada Tatto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-3798603545611408550?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3798603545611408550/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=3798603545611408550' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3798603545611408550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3798603545611408550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-viagem-pela-escocia.html' title='Uma Viagem pela Escócia...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6864196022682285266</id><published>2009-08-17T09:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T09:33:36.369+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mummy...thanks for all-:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:WDPPFTVrKZ6K0M:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCKxNp2cNIM/SeaFzvAAXmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/efHESLv8vqw/s400/obrigada.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:WDPPFTVrKZ6K0M:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MCKxNp2cNIM/SeaFzvAAXmI/AAAAAAAAAXo/efHESLv8vqw/s400/obrigada.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apenas para te agradecer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apenas para te dizer Adeus e Olá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apenas porque é muito bom ter uma mãe como tu-:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Até breve...para a semana, lol.&lt;/span&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/5789304-6864196022682285266?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6864196022682285266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6864196022682285266' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6864196022682285266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6864196022682285266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/mummythanks-for-all.html' title='Mummy...thanks for all-:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6983046070811095407</id><published>2009-08-17T01:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T01:05:24.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Only For You-:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/7pA5UhNaYw0' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/7pA5UhNaYw0'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Dance Me To The End of Love" do Leonard Cohen, para ouvires estes dias....enquanto tiras fotografias e esperas por mim!&lt;br /&gt;Até muito breve!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6983046070811095407?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6983046070811095407/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6983046070811095407' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6983046070811095407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6983046070811095407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/only-for-you.html' title='Only For You-:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-2051855508316522033</id><published>2009-08-15T22:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:17:25.600+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do grande e do pequeno amor"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SocuKcmra9I/AAAAAAAAEGc/OcEMOaQXpwM/s1600-h/Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 376px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370311837674597330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SocuKcmra9I/AAAAAAAAEGc/OcEMOaQXpwM/s400/Amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Estas mini férias em casa da minha mãe, são sempre as que mais gosto. Primeiro, sinto-me em casa(aquela noção de casa); Segundo, aproveito para ler, ver filmes e ouvir CD's novos; Terceiro, adoro comer queijo com banana e doce com a minha mãe!A ordem pode ser invertida, como queiram..não tem que ter ordem, mas tem que ter isto tudo!Passei os olhos pelo livro !A "Arte de Viajar" e já comecei outro "Queres fazer o favor de te calares"mas confesso que me perdi de amores por este"Do grande e do Pequeno amor"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É uma história simples, real e muito comum sobre o amor, a paixão, a vida nas grandes cidades, os ciumes, a intolerância, os medos, as obcessões, as rupturas, a intranquilidade, as guerras humanas, a tentativa de consolação....enfim, um lote de palavras, que transmitem inúmeros sentimentos, que num livro de 80 páginas nos relembra que o AMOR deve ser vivido a 100%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É um romance fotográfico, com umas fotos de cor vermelha e preta e com o texto por baixo a descrever as imagens!É da Inês Pedrosa e do Jorge Colombo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Juntos tentavam prolongar a ilusão de que o vício de um outro corpo é incurável. Diz-se que é uma uestão de pela. Desulpas.Pele é pele, dedos são dedos, alavancas são alavancas. E por aí fora; é uma questão de fantasia. Uma questão de literatura. Rigorasamente, ela não precisava dele para fornicar. Ninguém precisa de ninguém para o exercício do sexo do que todos precisamos é do amor dos outros. O amor pequeno, parcelar, da ternura e da vaidade; e o amor grande, que se nos entranha como um órgão imaterial e nos faz respirar por toda a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O meu amor por ti, às vezes, não é mais do que uma ruina, uma ruina onde estremeço de frio. Mas prefiro estremecer por causa de ti do que procurar outra paisagem""Andas a dormir com alguém?""Já não, encontro-te sempre, até nos corpos das outras e farto de ti, o meu amor por ti é tão banal e absoluto que está em todos os corpos entendes?""Perfeitamente. Como é que vamos resolver isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Achas que ainda teremos medo de viver juntos daqui a vinte anos?""Não sei. Se que nos arrependeremos se não tentarmos. Mas não consigo perder o medo"" Não tens de perder o medo. O medo faz parte do que somos os dois.""Nunca te esqueces de mim quando tens prazer com outras pessoas?""Não, e ai está uma coisa dificil de te perdoar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se puderem e quiserem algo diferente, não alegre, mas real e diferentes das histórias de amor, com fins e recomeços....aconselho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-2051855508316522033?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2051855508316522033/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=2051855508316522033' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2051855508316522033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2051855508316522033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-grande-e-do-pequeno-amor.html' title='&quot;Do grande e do pequeno amor&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SocuKcmra9I/AAAAAAAAEGc/OcEMOaQXpwM/s72-c/Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-2831650201226707400</id><published>2009-08-15T22:17:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:39:54.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E esta hein?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A casa da minha mãe em Nottinghan tem três pisos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estava eu no sotão(quarto da minha mãe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; aquele que tem vista para os telhados das casa em frente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a rir com a Magui (que devia estar a ver o "Tudo sobre a Minha Mãe")&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; e o meu telemóvel "inglês" apita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Franzi o sobrolho e li o sms:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SocpITGbnVI/AAAAAAAAEGU/gnx9ItgRhyY/s1600-h/sms+mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370306303205547346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SocpITGbnVI/AAAAAAAAEGU/gnx9ItgRhyY/s320/sms+mae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e rematva com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SocpD2E89II/AAAAAAAAEGM/Wq54VJ6fhpo/s1600-h/smsmae2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370306226695238786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SocpD2E89II/AAAAAAAAEGM/Wq54VJ6fhpo/s320/smsmae2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A minha mãe está a dormir no quarto do 1.º Piso e hoje que tem de adormecer&lt;br /&gt;cedo não consegue e em vez de "mandar o tal berro" decidiu ser fina!!!&lt;br /&gt;Não existe mesmo-:)E ainda bem!&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/5789304-2831650201226707400?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2831650201226707400/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=2831650201226707400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2831650201226707400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2831650201226707400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-esta-hein.html' title='E esta hein?'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SocpITGbnVI/AAAAAAAAEGU/gnx9ItgRhyY/s72-c/sms+mae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-156964070935779241</id><published>2009-08-14T22:23:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T00:24:01.103+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca da Gaita - Capitulo IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Hoje o dia foi dedicado à "Arte de fazer nada"ou melhor "Arte de Disparatar"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Começámos no Victória Center, a exprimentar cenas altamente Fashion's!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Estes óculos em forma de coração são ideais para demonstrar o amor pelo próximo, certo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXms6ivLPI/AAAAAAAAEGE/SpNvrgDKTH0/s1600-h/mega+fashion+su.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369951790012771570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXms6ivLPI/AAAAAAAAEGE/SpNvrgDKTH0/s320/mega+fashion+su.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Estes tem qualquer coisa de exótico?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Será porque podemos ter a sensação de estar atrás das grades!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O chamado "Ver o sol aos quadradinhos"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXmm3uDlFI/AAAAAAAAEF8/_5xTOHYk-wo/s1600-h/fashion+magui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369951686175724626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXmm3uDlFI/AAAAAAAAEF8/_5xTOHYk-wo/s320/fashion+magui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Mas como não queremos ficar desfazadas uma da outra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;descobrimos os "twins"em cores diferentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXla6l5FCI/AAAAAAAAEF0/KNYorim1fG8/s1600-h/oculos+assim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369950381276730402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXla6l5FCI/AAAAAAAAEF0/KNYorim1fG8/s320/oculos+assim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Depois de termos optado por não sermos tão fashion's...fomos descobrir a cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt; de Nottingham...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXlSD4d_WI/AAAAAAAAEFs/SDvtoj5HSjg/s1600-h/Tram.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369950229151743330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXlSD4d_WI/AAAAAAAAEFs/SDvtoj5HSjg/s320/Tram.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;e reparámos que além de prédios com fachadas bonitas( até um senhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;no meio da rua nos veio explicar assim do nada a arquitectura de um edifício)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXix26H9tI/AAAAAAAAEFk/o3VSf5Oukeg/s1600-h/Predio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369947476889958098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXix26H9tI/AAAAAAAAEFk/o3VSf5Oukeg/s320/Predio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;também constatámos que existe neste momento "Nottingham's Rivière"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perguntam vocês que raio é isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXipjW7oaI/AAAAAAAAEFc/LomFuRKUCq0/s1600-h/cavalinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369947334203122082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXipjW7oaI/AAAAAAAAEFc/LomFuRKUCq0/s320/cavalinhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Então...no meio da praça principal de Nottingham,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;colocaram uma piscina enorme de plástico e em redor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;areia( vinda sabe-se-lá de onde) com umas cadeiras de praia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;riscadas de azul ( tipo as do filme "Morte em Veneza")e ainda algumas atracções &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para as crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXikqexMcI/AAAAAAAAEFU/ZyleOTlO1tU/s1600-h/barquinhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369947250215694786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXikqexMcI/AAAAAAAAEFU/ZyleOTlO1tU/s320/barquinhos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pronto....podem espantar-se!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estes ingleses fazem tudo:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXhXRVegAI/AAAAAAAAEFM/LuWEMzFBSjw/s1600-h/Rivi%C3%A9re.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369945920615907330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXhXRVegAI/AAAAAAAAEFM/LuWEMzFBSjw/s320/Rivi%C3%A9re.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Precisávamos de uma bebida para compensar tanta novidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Fomos a um salão de chá e bebemos tanto chá, que a seguir só queriamos ir ao WC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXhDz_YrkI/AAAAAAAAEFE/I7wrS86QwxY/s1600-h/Tea+Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369945586321108546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXhDz_YrkI/AAAAAAAAEFE/I7wrS86QwxY/s320/Tea+Room.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O chá estava óptimo e provavelmente foi revigorante...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que nos deu para ir atrás do Robin Hood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXgK3aS2lI/AAAAAAAAEE8/-qFXN1gRtIc/s1600-h/su+robbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369944607986735698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXgK3aS2lI/AAAAAAAAEE8/-qFXN1gRtIc/s320/su+robbin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As fotos com o nosso heroi foram mais que muitas, embora não estivéssemos convencidas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com o aspecto dele, que associámos sempre ao "Kevin Kostner" do filme...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXfAuvmR3I/AAAAAAAAEEs/Z86KFIIWesE/s1600-h/Magui+Robbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369943334349850482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXfAuvmR3I/AAAAAAAAEEs/Z86KFIIWesE/s320/Magui+Robbin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Foram muitas as tentativas de tirar fotos com o Robin....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas empoleiradas na estátua,que estava só num sítio de passagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apenas conseguimos algumas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXe5bmMScI/AAAAAAAAEEk/uaW-oRRVwdc/s1600-h/nos+e+o+robbin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369943208951040450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXe5bmMScI/AAAAAAAAEEk/uaW-oRRVwdc/s320/nos+e+o+robbin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Por fim...para passarmos despercebidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada como colocar um chapéuzito à Sherlock Homes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque ameaçava choviscar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXeU5No6FI/AAAAAAAAEEc/RO51Ew5-fcQ/s1600-h/sherlock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369942581245962322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXeU5No6FI/AAAAAAAAEEc/RO51Ew5-fcQ/s320/sherlock.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hein?Estamos quase irreconhecíveis?&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/5789304-156964070935779241?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/156964070935779241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=156964070935779241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/156964070935779241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/156964070935779241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-busca-da-gaita-capitulo-iv.html' title='Em busca da Gaita - Capitulo IV'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXms6ivLPI/AAAAAAAAEGE/SpNvrgDKTH0/s72-c/mega+fashion+su.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6062491420690252158</id><published>2009-08-13T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:30:46.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca da Gaita - Capitulo III(Aventura na Cozinha)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Hoje tivemos uma aula de Culinária na cozinha em Nottingham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;A Magui teve que aprender a fazer uma massa ( daqueles que a malta estudante faz)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;com alguns ingredientes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTqoxfkZI/AAAAAAAAEEU/qZP7O6KWa2Y/s1600-h/su+e+magui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369930860162158994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTqoxfkZI/AAAAAAAAEEU/qZP7O6KWa2Y/s320/su+e+magui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Munidas com nos nossos fatos de cozinheiras( roupão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;chinelos e pijamas)pusémos mãos à obra com cebola, pimento laranja, Courgete e ainda cogumelos frescos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTlN6CI5I/AAAAAAAAEEM/vJjWCdf15PI/s1600-h/Courguet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369930767050875794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTlN6CI5I/AAAAAAAAEEM/vJjWCdf15PI/s320/Courguet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lição número um - Reconhecer cada um deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lição número dois - Aprender a cortá-los&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Lição número três - Confecciná-los rápida e saborosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTfe-HmeI/AAAAAAAAEEE/0JWwIIxgBkc/s1600-h/Magui+Corguet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369930668552198626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTfe-HmeI/AAAAAAAAEEE/0JWwIIxgBkc/s320/Magui+Corguet.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;E claro que a Cozinheira Old - Marília - teve que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;ir para a cozinha não só dar ar da sua graça(também de pijama....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;mas emitir uns comentários disparatados(tal mãe tal filha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;sobre a utilidade da courgete!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTYuihZAI/AAAAAAAAED8/jiG3d88Kwfg/s1600-h/mae+e+magui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369930552472331266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTYuihZAI/AAAAAAAAED8/jiG3d88Kwfg/s320/mae+e+magui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Por fim.....a professora de culinária( Su) acabou a Iguaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;porque as outras duas foram para a sala ver televisão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;e sobrou para mim, juntar o Linguini à massa-:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTQyXENkI/AAAAAAAAED0/sOX_-fbAoJU/s1600-h/burka.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369930416059070018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTQyXENkI/AAAAAAAAED0/sOX_-fbAoJU/s320/burka.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Este podia ter sido o resultado da primeira lição de culinária da Magui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;em terras de Sua Majestade. Não me pareçe sequer que consiga caçar o William, lol.&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/5789304-6062491420690252158?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6062491420690252158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6062491420690252158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6062491420690252158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6062491420690252158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-busca-da-gaita-capitulo-iiiaventura.html' title='Em busca da Gaita - Capitulo III(Aventura na Cozinha)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoXTqoxfkZI/AAAAAAAAEEU/qZP7O6KWa2Y/s72-c/su+e+magui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6864924667540629451</id><published>2009-08-13T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T22:30:18.979+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca da Gaita - Capitulo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dia 13 de Agosto - Aniversário do Vasco (Parabéns Amiguinho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje dedicámos o dia a não fazer nada. Deitámo-nos tarde e levantámo-nos quando nos apeteceu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estivemos por casa, comemos e esperámos pelo Manuel para irmos buscar o carro do meu mano( Tanques Sérgio).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRl5V16GYI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Nn2JEyZat8A/s1600-h/Su1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369528691522673026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRl5V16GYI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Nn2JEyZat8A/s320/Su1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois de termos comido uma sopa à pressa, porque afinal iamos comer não sabiamos onde nem o quê, chegou o Manuel e fomos no seu Jeep buscar o nosso carrito que nos levará ao concerto dos U2 e a Parada Militar Tattoo( a tal da gaita....).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRl0MAfwUI/AAAAAAAAEDk/ZxVnYRclhkY/s1600-h/Manel+e+Mae.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369528602983383362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRl0MAfwUI/AAAAAAAAEDk/ZxVnYRclhkY/s320/Manel+e+Mae.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois deste passeio por Nottingham, fomos até à cidade a um pitoresco bar vegetariano e orgânico, onde pudemos comer um pouco de tudo e até beber batido de Bluberry com Stramberry!A Magui claro...porque a minha mãe optou por Pineaple com Mango e eu por Stramberry( tinha de ser) com Lemon!O mais esperto foi o Manuel que bebeu uma cerveja Orgânica( seja qual for o efeito secundário disso!!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRluDTgmSI/AAAAAAAAEDc/2M2CBMillwQ/s1600-h/Magui1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369528497567996194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRluDTgmSI/AAAAAAAAEDc/2M2CBMillwQ/s320/Magui1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como estamos de férias e podemos fazer o que nos apetece...&lt;br /&gt;e tirar fotos é uma das actividades permitidas, decidimos tirar uma foto em grupo!&lt;br /&gt;Não foi fácil, porque o Manuel e minha mãe não quiseram olhar para o buraco visto de cima...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrámo-nos de tirar em automático...Good Ideia!&lt;br /&gt;A melhor parte foi quando eu tive que ir a correr para o colo deles e sem querer dei um alto pontapé&lt;br /&gt;no senhor que estava na mesa ao lado( calmo e sereno a ler o jornal) e depois de lhe pedir desculpa duas vezes, ele ainda teve a coragem de nos pergntar de onde éramos!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRlnRGoyaI/AAAAAAAAEDU/S8Qa8dfBeFs/s1600-h/Todos+no+pontap%C3%A9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369528381013019042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRlnRGoyaI/AAAAAAAAEDU/S8Qa8dfBeFs/s320/Todos+no+pontap%C3%A9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E o melhor que conseguimos com o pontapé..foi isto!&lt;br /&gt;Guiness?!Amanhã temos mais aventuras....não percam no sítio do costume!&lt;br /&gt;( Mandamos beijinhos e abraços para a família, amigos e anexo!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6864924667540629451?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6864924667540629451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6864924667540629451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6864924667540629451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6864924667540629451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-busca-da-gaita-capitulo-ii.html' title='Em busca da Gaita - Capitulo II'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRl5V16GYI/AAAAAAAAEDs/Nn2JEyZat8A/s72-c/Su1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4000429313598657194</id><published>2009-08-12T19:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:06:42.210+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em busca da Gaita - Capitulo I</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;No dia 12 de Agosto do presente ano, duas amiga deram inicio à saga que seria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a mais importante desde a Idade do Gelo III!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Munidas de gomas e de malas, sairam de Lisboa pelas 8h da matina,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com destino a Nothingam a fim de se encontrarem com as matriarcas da família Conceição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Magui....de seu nome Margarida, conquistou de imediato as atenções de "possível" magnata do Petróleo( já dizia o outro)e teve que vestir o casaco....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRhVcGdXYI/AAAAAAAAEDM/UL-EJMSnABo/s1600-h/Magui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369523676680904066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRhVcGdXYI/AAAAAAAAEDM/UL-EJMSnABo/s320/Magui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No aeroporto de Lutton, enquanto esperavam pelo autocarro que as conduziria à terra do Robbin Hood....tiveram a oportunidade de poder "apanhar" a Gripe A, pois as luvas e máscaras encontravam-se na mala( porque ai dão imenso jeito) mas lá conseguiram fintá-la com gomas das mais variadas formas e sabores.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Su..de seu nome Susana, saudosa do seu "Portuga" mamou um "enjomin" e apanhou semelhante coça de sono...que passou as viagens( intermináveis) a xonar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se havia outro magnata, deixou-o fugir( mas sente-se feliz na mesma)e mal consegiu tomar conta da Magui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRg0QsqMbI/AAAAAAAAEDE/1oRmsxb0xo8/s1600-h/Su.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369523106684219826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRg0QsqMbI/AAAAAAAAEDE/1oRmsxb0xo8/s320/Su.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chegadas a Nottingham, encontraram pela rua a Matriarca mais nova - Marília -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e foram recebidas pela Matriarca Mor - Delfina - com um valente bife e arroz de ervilhas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada pela única refeição de jeito do dia -:)&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/5789304-4000429313598657194?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4000429313598657194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4000429313598657194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4000429313598657194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4000429313598657194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/em-busca-da-gaita-capitulo-i.html' title='Em busca da Gaita - Capitulo I'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SoRhVcGdXYI/AAAAAAAAEDM/UL-EJMSnABo/s72-c/Magui.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-7380187379929497553</id><published>2009-08-12T01:40:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T02:01:11.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cenoura com Canela...a combinação perfeita!</title><content type='html'>Existe um Cenoura, por este Portugal, algures meio perdido, com um fabuloso sabor a canela, que é o culpado por ter dado uma cor mais alegre à minha pessoa! Thanks-:) Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-7380187379929497553?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7380187379929497553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=7380187379929497553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7380187379929497553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7380187379929497553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/cenoura-com-canelaa-combinacao-perfeita.html' title='Cenoura com Canela...a combinação perfeita!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-3856583885478245375</id><published>2009-08-10T12:23:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:56:58.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Gripe A ou H1N1...Preparadas?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 207px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:eYeNM-Fj4nH2pM:http://kibeloco.com.br/files/104/2009/05/homer-simpson-porco-gripe-suina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem...penso que já todos sabemos quais a precauções a tomar em caso de sermos "apanhados" pela Gripe A!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu, com um grupo de amigas já tinhamos marcado as férias quando chegou a Gripe A! Errata....quando chegou a Gripe Suina ou a Gripe dos Porcos. Ainda hoje estou para saber como é que de um dia para o outro se mudou o nome da gripe para Gripe A!?Foi certamente tudo uma questão de soar melhor. É muito mais giro que dizer que fomos contaminados pela Gripe A, do que dizer que estamos com a Gripe dos Porcos ou se preferirmos e quisermos ser mais ciêntificos dizer que temos H1N1!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se vivesse em França, como o meu amigo Patrick e Ricardo certamente, preferia dizer que sou portador "de la Gripe Porcine"( vamos a ler com sotaque,sim?!)...é mais fino!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contudo ainda fico mais baralhada, quando se lê e se ouve falar das festas da Gripe A( como se de um casamento se tratasse)onde as pessoas podem ir à tal festa não só para se divertirem, como também para serem contaminadas....Estarei a ficar muito "velha"!?Serei a única pessoa normal neste bocadinho de Mundo!? Então há pessoal doente(que se fosse eu queria era que não me cheteassem a moleirinha, nem que fizessem barulho, ou mesmo ter sexo)que decide dar festas para "oferecer" a Gripe A aos amigos!Eh pá....grande amigo!Aliás, é apropriado dizer Amigo da Onça -:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois, até concordo, com o que a outra jornalista escrevia numa das revistas( da panfernália de revistas)sobre a pessoa doente e como é que passa a Gripe!?Começa a lamber os convidados?E recebe os amigos em casa de piajama com um rolo de papel higiénico na mão?E quando é que são essas festas? O melhor mesmo é serem ao sábado, porque dá para contaminar mais gente....durante a semana o pessoal tem os miudos para cuidar, o jantar para fazer, a roupa para passar!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Das duas uma....e citando a "Cidaliadias" - Como brincar aos médicos já não tem piada....embora lá brincar aos doentes-!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acresce o facto de depois de toda esta cena bizarra da festa, agora em todos os sitios onde me desloco tem afixado o cartaz que nos ensina a lavar as mãos em 20segundos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Até há sitios que esses mesmos cartazes estão no elevador e nos sítios que não lembrariam ao diabo há um ano atrás!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No entanto eu concordo com o ensinamento de lavar as mãos...é simples, prático e rápido!Corre tudo bem se houver sabonete na WC e claro papel para limpar as mãos e fechar as torneiras(embora grande parte delas já seja automática). A minha dúvida e de uma amiga minha( a PAT) é...e depois quem é que nos abre a Porta? Ou vamos ter que colocar as mãos( lavadas e quase desinfectadas) na maçaneta da porta?!Se o Governo pensasse neste problema a sério, certamente já teria colocado nos Jornais, na secção do emprego "Precisa-de Pessoa para Abrir e Fechar portas de WC!Horários Flexiveis e deve ter Gosto em criar Relações Interpessoais"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pronto....vamos ignorar as portas da casa de banho e passar à parte comercial da Gripe A!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou estupefacfa com a capacidade que a comunicação social têm para fazer os mais mirabolantes e criativos artigos em que aconselha de tudo desd "Cultura para Quarentena" livros, Dvd's e música! Então aqui ficam sugestões:"As férias do Menino Nicolau; O Despertar da Índia"(entre outros); se não conseguir ler( porque em estado debilitado torna-se penoso) pode ver um Dvd: "Duplo Amor" e Os limites do Controlo"( e pelo menos ganha a sensação que até foi ao Monumental!)se mesmo assim isso ainda não chegar e tiver que ir fazer as refeições( sim...porque ninguem podem entrar em contacto consigo) então pode ouvir:"Riceboys Sleeps", "I'm Going Away", se gostar de jogar:" Prototype!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E ainda bem que já referi as refeições, porque também existem conselhos para nos alimentarmos se tivemos o azar de contrair a gripe A....na alimentação há que reforçar os legumes( mesmo que congelados), a fruta (bem lavada) e o peixe (grelhado ou cozido)...evitar as gorduras e os fritos(mas já não fazemos isso por causa do Colestrol?!). E dê graças a deus, porque na nossa era(informática) podemos comprar tudo por internet e os senhores que fazem esse transporte, podem trazer-nos as compras, sem nos verem, colocando na janela ou enviando por elevador...sim porque se estamos isolados como vamos às compras?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora, só nos resta esperar a pandemia da informação que vai surgir, para contar como foi a "Sua Quarentena"...provavelmente vão aparecer livros em branco com linhas para poder contar a sua história, ou mesmo blocos de papel cavalinho( com oferta de tintas ou lápis) para os que são mais ligados às artes, ou mesmo programas de televisão ou de rádio, com entrevistas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim...eu vou de férias mais umas amigas minhas para o Reino Unido!Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiii...pensam os meus amigos, familiares e demais leitores!E sim....vamos ver os U2!Aiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii.........um amontoado de gente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas férias são férias, pá!Andámos um ano a stressar porque precisamos de férias e agora que estamos de férias vamos stressar porque podemos apanhar a gripe A! Podemos sim! Temos consciência disso....mas afinal, e mais uma vez, por tudo o que tenho lido e ouvido, é uma gripe normal, trata-se com o famoso "Tamiflu" ( e não tiramisu, como nos Contemporâneos), e ainda contribuimos para que a empresa produtora deste anti viral continue a vendar em catapulta e os donos enriqueçam, quem sabe à custa de uma gripe fabricada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu, Jony, Lália, Magui e a Dulce vamos prevenidas( afinal mulher prevenida vale por duas e aqui somos 10, lol)e já temos as máscaras, as luvas, os toalhetes com alcool, lenços de papel e a recomendação do Morango para não falarmos com estranhos nem tocarmos nas Gaitas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se nos virem no concerto dos U2, armadas em Bombistas, todas enfiadas nesta parafernália de cenas, no máximo podemos ser presas por tentativa de atentado ao camarim do Bono Voz( hehehhe)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boas férias e quando a Gripe chegar à letra S então...avisem-me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-3856583885478245375?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3856583885478245375/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=3856583885478245375' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3856583885478245375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3856583885478245375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/gripe-ou-h1n1preparadas.html' title='Gripe A ou H1N1...Preparadas?!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6474317450172723296</id><published>2009-08-10T00:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T00:19:52.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Raúl Solnado - a guerra de 1908</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/djcVNoqW_Ug' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/djcVNoqW_Ug'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mais um domingo e como quase todos... triste! Morreu Raúl Solnado e com ele morreram mais um bocadinho das minhas vivências de infância. Estou em Lisboa e tive oportunidade de dar um saltinho ao Palácio Galveias só para "dar um pouco" do meu contributo emocional como sua admiradora  enquanto criança.Quando era miuda, e aos fins de semana em que estava na casa do meus avós paternos, enquanto a minha avó Alda fazia o meu bolo favorito - Bolo de Bolacha - o meu avô Costa punha o Vinil que tinha a cara do Raul Solnado e passávamos a tarde a ouvir a "Guerra de 1908" e "Cabeleireiro de Senhoras" juntamente com o meu pai que repetia sempre "lá estão vocês a ouvir isso outra vez! Parecem crianças!".Eram tarde tão engraçadas...Ria-me a sério e tinha uns 9anos!&lt;br /&gt;Sem dúvida perdemos um humorista fantástico, daqueles que não necessitou de usar asneiras nem "popularruchos" para fazer rir, para entreter.&lt;br /&gt;Um bem haja para o Raul Solnado que me fez recordar com mais saudades a minha Avó Alda e o meu Avô Costa e o meu desejo de que todos descansem em paz.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6474317450172723296?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6474317450172723296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6474317450172723296' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6474317450172723296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6474317450172723296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/rip-raul-solnado-guerra-de-1908.html' title='RIP Raúl Solnado - a guerra de 1908'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-127766377787167143</id><published>2009-08-08T14:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T22:12:15.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre gostei de sonhar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre ouvi dizer que as coisas acontecem quando têm de acontecer. Sempre me disseram que nós escolhemos o nosso caminho. Sempre soube, que se lutasse conseguia o que queria. Sempre esperei, por vezes com muita ansiedade, pelos meus sonhos. Sempre acreditei que posso ser feliz. Sempre tentei dizer o que me vai na alma, mas nem sempre consigo fazê-lo. Sempre chorei quando me sinto triste, e acho que me faz bem. Sempre sorri perante coisas parvas e gosto de rir por coisas sem sentido. Sempre dei o meu melhor e continuo a dar de mim, quando me sinto bem. Sempre quis pegar numa mochila e ir à descoberta, ajudar os outros, viver uma outra realidade, mas por medo ou por comodismo fui ficando. Sempre procurei um ponto equilibrio e por vezes(quase sempre) ando na corda da bamba....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim, ontem podia ter entrado em quadro e não aconteceu! Embora soubesse que era difícil e mesmo estando numa boa posição, já me tinha convencido a mim mesma que não ia acontecer. Contudo o ser humano acaba sempre por ter uma réstia de esperança, aquela que não dá a sua voz mas está presente bem lá no fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ainda não sei se estou triste se aliviada...não consigo descrever o meu estado de alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Antes, era muito importante ter um emprego para a vida toda...depois disso ter uma casa, e depois ter um carro e já agora pelo meio casar e ter filhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sei, se isso é o que eu quero!Eu sempre quis algo diferente. Sempre fiz tudo ao contrário. Comecei pelo inverso, sem filhos, exactamente como faço com as revistas...começo a ler de trás para a frente. Será que isso quer dizer alguma coisa? Será que é agora que vou correr uma parte do mundo?Depois ter filhos e no fim, se alguém me pedir para casar, fazê-lo?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não entrar em quadro significa, ser mais quatros anos contratada com renovações anuais. Não entrar em quadro significa ser um "bocadinho"mais livre....e sentir também um pouco mais de insegurança, a tal corda bamba que me dá adrenalina para viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As coisas acontecem quando tem de acontecer...afinal não há coincidências. Ou o destino existe e a vida também nos prega partidas. E na maior parte das vezes, quando achamos que temos as respostas todas, vem a vida e faz novas perguntas. E quem sabe, se não ter entrado, é a vida a perguntar-me algo, que eu achava que já tinha respondido?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sim...fiquei com o coração pequenino. Sim....caiu-me uma lágrima!Sim....parece que o "tal castelo"desmoronou!Sim....senti-me muito sozinha!Sim...queria partilhar algo e não sabia bem o quê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só consegui respirar fundo. Lembrei-me do que a minha mãe diz "Não peças muito à vida....aproveita o que tens, dá valor ao que conquistas, aceita com um sorriso que mereces melhor, mas tens de saber esperar, serenamente!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Às vezes as mães têm razão e a minha (quase)sempre têm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Desliguei o computador calmamente, tomei um banho e fui tomar um café forte...aproveitei para ver as pessoas passar!Gosto de imaginar as suas vidas...gosto de pensar o que pensam quando levam o passo apressado ou quando andam devagar com um olhar vago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou uma "Voyeur!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, acredito que se calhar não tinha de entar. Que se calhar cheguei a uma cruzamento, na estrada da minha vida, e que posso optar por 3 direcções. Que se calhar, para esta pergunta terei de encontrar uma resposta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afinal....Sempre gostei do cheiro das maçãs verdes. Sempre gostei de morangos com chantily. Sempre gostei de andar descalça. Sempre gostei de dormir atravessada na cama.Sempre gostei de ver coisas diferentes.Sempre gostei de ler em voz alta. Sempre gostei de andar de mão de dada. Sempre gostei de acordar e ter alguém ao lado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se calhar....sempre gostei de sonhar -:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-127766377787167143?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/127766377787167143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=127766377787167143' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/127766377787167143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/127766377787167143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/sempre-gostei-de-sonhar.html' title='Sempre gostei de sonhar!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-3716031917961069695</id><published>2009-08-07T20:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T20:43:17.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amália Hoje - A Gaivota</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/BgQeJ6BqRLI' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/BgQeJ6BqRLI'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Esta é sem duvida a banda sonora das minhas emoções&lt;br /&gt;(baralhadas e muito boas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-3716031917961069695?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3716031917961069695/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=3716031917961069695' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3716031917961069695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3716031917961069695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/amalia-hoje-gaivota.html' title='Amália Hoje - A Gaivota'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8193637095647590567</id><published>2009-08-06T20:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T13:48:52.441+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda bem que nos encontrámos-:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_B5KwtvHg4g"&gt;"Fazes-me"muito mais que o Sol....&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ukishGnoOW1HSM:http://media.imeem.com/p/U2cRwcVYA9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 161px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn0.google.com/images?q=tbn:ukishGnoOW1HSM:http://media.imeem.com/p/U2cRwcVYA9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Há qualquer coisa de leve na tua mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que aquece o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Há qualquer coisa quente quando estás,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Qualquer coisa que prende e nos desfaz&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;br /&gt;A forma dos teus braços sobre os meus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;O tempo dos meus olhos sobre os teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Desço nos teus ombros para provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tudo o que pediste para levar&lt;br /&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais...&lt;br /&gt;Tens os raios fortes a queimar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Todo o gelo frio que construí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Entras no meu sangue devagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E eu a transbordar dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;Tens os raios brancos como um rio,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sou quem sai do escuro para te ver,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Tens os raios puros no luar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sou quem grita fundo para te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero ver as cores que tu vês&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Para saber a dança que tu és&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero ser do vento que te faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero ser do espaço onde estás&lt;br /&gt;Deixa ser tão leve a tua mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Para ser tão simples a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deixa ser das flores o respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Para ser mais fácil te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais...&lt;br /&gt;Vem quebrar o medo, vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Saber se há depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E sentir que somos dois,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mas que juntos somos mais&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser razão para seres maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero te oferecer o meu melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero ser razão para seres maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero te oferecer o meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fazes muito mais que o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In - Tiago Bettencourt "Canção Simples"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-8193637095647590567?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8193637095647590567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8193637095647590567' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8193637095647590567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8193637095647590567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/08/sinto-que-me-encontrei-ao-encontrar-te.html' title='Ainda bem que nos encontrámos-:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5914842677040537156</id><published>2009-07-30T17:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:34:52.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baú das Recordações Musicais IV...Rui Veloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há coisas do destino....ou não há coincidências!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje o pai do Rock Português faz 52 anos e o CD de hoje é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Mingos e Samurais".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acresce a curiosidade,que hoje tive no dentista...que por acaso é um grande amigo meu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e mega fã de Rui Veloso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há uns anos quis aprender a tocar viola( e ainda não desisiti de querer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e na altura o Pedro Serrano, que tinha uma banda(não sei se ainda terá)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;deu-me umas "dicas"....( uma folha cheia de acordes e uma lista enorme de letras de músicas com os tais acordes!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e umas das músicas que sei tocar( vá....arranho!) é &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Bairro do Oriente"do Rui Veloso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5E1bcwdxSJU"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:brp2yMz-NRXgmM:http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qoMVfVIeeyE/SVMmYx_rmvI/AAAAAAAACo8/p3-r3dN1VP8/s400/lamparina2.jpg" /&gt; Querem ouvir?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"Tenho à janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma velha cornucópia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheia de alfazema&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E orquídeas da etiópia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um transistor ao pé da cama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com sons de harpas e oboés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E cantigas de outras terras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que percorri de lés-a-lés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho uma lamparina&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que trouxe das arábias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para te amar à luz do azeite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num kama-sutra de noites sábias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho junto ao psyché&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um grande cachimbo d'água&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sentados no canapé&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fumamos ao cair da mágoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho um astrolábio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que me deram beduínos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para medir no firmamento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os teus olhos astralinos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem vem à minha casa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rebolar na cama e no jardim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acender a ignomínia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a má língua do código pasquim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nos condena numa alínea&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ter sexo de querubim"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5914842677040537156?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5914842677040537156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5914842677040537156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5914842677040537156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5914842677040537156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/bau-das-recordacoes-musicais-ivrui.html' title='Baú das Recordações Musicais IV...Rui Veloso'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6616226399732711617</id><published>2009-07-29T16:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T17:08:41.223+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baú das Recordações Musicais III... Delfins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ky6VETkyNBYKGM:http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZkpjy91me4/SSwhbzeEA5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nkc7QRcA-28/s400/Rio02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:ky6VETkyNBYKGM:http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hZkpjy91me4/SSwhbzeEA5I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nkc7QRcA-28/s400/Rio02.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mais outra música que me faz recuar pelo menos 12 anos atrás!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Este ano, deu-me para ouvir os CD's que tenho em casa(que sáo mais que muitos).E decidi começar pela primeira prateleira, onde tenho os de música portuguesa, sem fazer nehuma alteração de prioridade, ou na ordem em que eles se encontram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esta música faz lembrar-me a minha ex - vida em Alfornelos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por vezes tenho saudades desse tempo, não de tudo, mas daquilo em que acreditava, de uma parte de mim, do que conquistei, até de quem fazia parte da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Afinal...a vida é feita de recordações! E eu tenho certamente bastantes - :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Os Delfins, já eram uma banda dos anos 80, já os tinha visto ao vivo, e gosto desta música. Ainda se &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RnIT0uYtKn8"&gt;lembram&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Eu sempre gostei de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu sempre te conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nunca pensei que me deixasses só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu sempre te procurei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Eu nunca te abandonei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Nunca pensei que te sentisses só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou como um rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que vive só para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Correndo só para te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou como um rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que acaba ao pé de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foi sempre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gostar de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Poque é que tudo acabou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O que é que para ti mudou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que agora tenho de viver sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou como um rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que vive só para ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Correndo só para te ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sou como um rio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Que acaba ao pé de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foi sempre assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Gostar de ti"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In - Delfins - O Caminho da Felicidade( o melhor dos Delfins)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6616226399732711617?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6616226399732711617/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6616226399732711617' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6616226399732711617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6616226399732711617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/bau-das-recordacoes-musicais-iii.html' title='Baú das Recordações Musicais III... Delfins'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8094834341172928762</id><published>2009-07-28T20:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T20:20:28.968+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baú das Recordações Musicais II - Pedro Abrunhosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:SIqvERERa82cRM:http://img.youtube.com/vi/iOdtT7BKghk/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn3.google.com/images?q=tbn:SIqvERERa82cRM:http://img.youtube.com/vi/iOdtT7BKghk/0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esta música é mais uma do meu baú...Ainda me lembro da nossa figurinha( eu, Pedro Matos e a Sandra) em Barcelona, num teatro qualquer( confesso que já nem me lembro, onde nem o nome)a dramatizar esta música para meia dúzia de pessoas que supostamente estavam a apreciar as ruinas do mesmo e nós ali que nem maluqinhos a cantar( mal e desafinadamente)e a fazer uns gestos totalmente malucos e sem coerência nenhuma( inventados às três pancadas) e achar o máximo - :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Tinhamos, se não estou em erro 19 anos...e o amor andava pelo ar e totalmente desencontrado, lol!Arrepia se fecharmos os olhos e deixarmo-nos levar pela letra e pela melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para recordar.... Clica em &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h3qZuavNQI4&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;TUDO O QUE TE DOU&lt;/a&gt;, do album Viagens de Pedro Abrunhosa e os Bandemónio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu não sei, que mais posso ser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;um dia rei, outro dia sem comer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;por vezes forte, coragem de leão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as vezes fraco assim é o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;eu não sei, que mais te posso dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;um dia jóias noutro dia o luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;gritos de dor, gritos de prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;que um homem também chora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;quando assim tem de ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Foram tantas as noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sem dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tantos quartos de hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;amar i partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;promessas perdidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;escritas no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;e logo ali eu sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Tudo o que eu te dou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tu de das a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tudo o que eu sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tu serás assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tudo o que eu te dou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tu me das a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;tudo o que eu te dou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sentado na poltrona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; beijas-me a pele morena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;fazes aqueles truques que, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;aprendes-te no cinema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mais, peço-te eu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; já me sinto a viajar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;pára, recomeça, faz-me acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não dizes tu, e o teu olhar mentiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;enrolados pelo chão no abraço que se viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;é madrugada ou é alucinação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;estrelas de mil cores extasy ou paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;hum, esse odor, traz tanta saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;mata-me de amor ou da-me liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;deixa-me voar, cantar, adormecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;refrão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-8094834341172928762?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8094834341172928762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8094834341172928762' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8094834341172928762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8094834341172928762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/bau-das-recordacoes-musicais-ii-pedro.html' title='Baú das Recordações Musicais II - Pedro Abrunhosa'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4322758443647583034</id><published>2009-07-27T19:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T20:02:44.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Baú das Recordações Musicais I...Adriana Calcanhoto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Antes de regressar à Capital, ouvi uma música que me arrepiou imenso, lembro-me de a ter ouvido vezes sem conta quando o album saiu!Cliquem &lt;a href="http://http//www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4VhncONMIM&amp;amp;feature=rec-HM-fresh+div"&gt;aqui &lt;/a&gt;para ouvir...em baixo podem ler a letra, que é linda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.google.com/francoruth/R7IymRLrQyI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8vqQx0eioZ4/s400/favorite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 308px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://lh3.google.com/francoruth/R7IymRLrQyI/AAAAAAAAAtg/8vqQx0eioZ4/s400/favorite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;" Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prestando atenção em cores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que eu não sei o nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cores de Almodóvar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cores de Frida KahloCores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Passeio pelo escuro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu presto muita atenção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No que meu irmão ouve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E como uma segunda pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um calo, uma casca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma cápsula protetora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai, Eu quero chegar antes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Prá sinalizar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O estar de cada coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Filtrar seus graus...Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Divertindo gente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Chorando ao telefone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E vendo doer a fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nos meninos que têm fome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela janela do quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela janela do carro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela tela, pela janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem é ela? Quem é ela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu vejo tudo enquadrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remoto controle...Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E os automóveis correm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para quê?As crianças correm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para onde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Transito entre dois lados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;De um lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu gosto de opostos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Exponho o meu modo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me mostro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu canto para quem?Pela janela do quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela janela do carro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela tela, pela janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem é ela? Quem é ela?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu vejo tudo enquadrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remoto controle...Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E meus amigos, cadê?Minha alegria, meu cansaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amor cadê você?Eu acordei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tem ninguém ao lado...Pela janela do quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela janela do carroPela tela, pela janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem é ela? Quem é ela?Eu vejo tudo enquadrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remoto controle...Eu ando pelo mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E meus amigos, cadê?Minha alegria, meu cansaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meu amor cadê você?Eu acordei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não tem ninguém ao lado...Pela janela do quarto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela janela do carro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pela tela, pela janela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem é ela? Quem é ela?Eu vejo tudo enquadrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Remoto controle..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In - Público - Esquadros&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/5789304-4322758443647583034?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4322758443647583034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4322758443647583034' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4322758443647583034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4322758443647583034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/bau-das-recordacoes-musicais-iadriana.html' title='Baú das Recordações Musicais I...Adriana Calcanhoto'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-2129091243340966240</id><published>2009-07-25T11:40:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-25T12:22:12.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mano....Parabéns-:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Smro-VH6tmI/AAAAAAAAEC8/79De9enO5lE/s1600-h/P1050443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362354463857882722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Smro-VH6tmI/AAAAAAAAEC8/79De9enO5lE/s320/P1050443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Mano!!!25 anitos?!Aiiiiiiiiiiiiii....que saudades!Chuiff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um quarto de século, foi o que meu pai me disse quando fiz 25 anos, não me vou esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Com 25 anos queria correr o mundo, dançar a noite toda, viver intensamente, sorrir todos os dias, achava que a vida era o que tinha planeado...Mas ainda bem que não aconteceu tudo como planeado! Ficaram sonhos por realizar e apareceram outros dos quais nem sequer esperava realizar ou mesmo sonhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Sérgio....aproveita ao máximo! Diverte-te, supera os obstáculos, sorri sempre e não deixes de sonhar. Eu....estou sempre por perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Ah...Eu sei que esta não é a melhor foto, mas não tive muito tempo para procurar outra, afinal hoje vou para casa por um mês e uma semana - :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Um beijo enorme, um chi-coração esmagador e um até breve!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Que tenhas um dia feliz pelas terras de Sua Majestade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-2129091243340966240?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2129091243340966240/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=2129091243340966240' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2129091243340966240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2129091243340966240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/manoparabens.html' title='Mano....Parabéns-:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Smro-VH6tmI/AAAAAAAAEC8/79De9enO5lE/s72-c/P1050443.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6814877225699641905</id><published>2009-07-24T12:07:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:33:02.439+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É a vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:pg-JYhFf_NHD4M:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8X386NB7dI0/SdTyXs_qe-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/-8TZ4j2XHhc/s400/despedida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:pg-JYhFf_NHD4M:http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8X386NB7dI0/SdTyXs_qe-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/-8TZ4j2XHhc/s400/despedida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mande notícias do mundo de lá, diz quem fica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me dê um abraço, venha me despertar, to chegando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Coisa que gosto é poder partir sem ter plano&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melhor ainda é poder voltar quando quero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias é um vai e vem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida se repete na estação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem gente que chega pra ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem gente que vai pra nunca mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem gente que vem e quer voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem gente que vai e quer ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem gente que veio só olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem gente a sorrir e a chorar&lt;br /&gt;E assim Chegar e partir São só dois lados da mesma viagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O trem que chega é o mesmo trem da partida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A hora do encontro é também despedida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A plataforma dessa estação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a vida desse meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a vida desse meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É a vida..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;In - Maria Rita&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/5789304-6814877225699641905?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6814877225699641905/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6814877225699641905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6814877225699641905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6814877225699641905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-vida.html' title='É a vida...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1077138185967604372</id><published>2009-07-16T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:27:22.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A minha vida só faz sentido se vivida com outra vida-:)"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:L239IZh0qGnjUM:http://pic99.flodeo.com/photos/99/AF/AI/LINAMORANGUINHO/10207454-10892176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 176px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:L239IZh0qGnjUM:http://pic99.flodeo.com/photos/99/AF/AI/LINAMORANGUINHO/10207454-10892176.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A vida é para ser vivida intensamente! &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida vale pelos sonhos, pelos momentos, pelas emoções, pelas aventuras!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida....é só uma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Apressa-te a viver bem e pensa que cada dia é, por si só uma vida!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5789304-1077138185967604372?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1077138185967604372/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1077138185967604372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1077138185967604372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1077138185967604372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/minha-vida-so-faz-sentido-se-vivida-com.html' title='&quot;A minha vida só faz sentido se vivida com outra vida-:)&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-2181000249976815051</id><published>2009-07-14T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T14:27:06.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma mini tarde no Parque Temático</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Chegámos à época do "ARRASTANÇO"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E como tal, há que inventar cenas para nos arrastarmos, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Desta vez foi até ao Parque Temático da Madeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMcHoVguWI/AAAAAAAAEC0/MOLfMDG_q2Y/s1600-h/P1090064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158898913327458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMcHoVguWI/AAAAAAAAEC0/MOLfMDG_q2Y/s320/P1090064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como tinhamos a terça feira à tarde livre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nada como ir até ao Parque Temático em Santana e poder aprender mais umas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sobre a ilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMcD_v3_PI/AAAAAAAAECs/s32dAJGEiyg/s1600-h/P1090068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158836478442738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMcD_v3_PI/AAAAAAAAECs/s32dAJGEiyg/s320/P1090068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Bem....e claro andar de escorrega e de aranha no parque infantil -:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMb-UOmb2I/AAAAAAAAECk/5GftWOTRRXg/s1600-h/P1090069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158738896809826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMb-UOmb2I/AAAAAAAAECk/5GftWOTRRXg/s320/P1090069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Pedro foi o primeiro a chegar ao cimo da aranha...a lália desistiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e culpou as sandálias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMb6HAsNtI/AAAAAAAAECc/jECYFwW_EpE/s1600-h/P1090074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158666629330642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMb6HAsNtI/AAAAAAAAECc/jECYFwW_EpE/s320/P1090074.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No meio da "criancisse"nada como andar de barco para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;saber como foi descoberta a pérola!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMb1GaRFDI/AAAAAAAAECU/5EmktDugfZE/s1600-h/P1090077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158580568822834" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMb1GaRFDI/AAAAAAAAECU/5EmktDugfZE/s320/P1090077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E nada como ver o aparecimento do Universo a três dimensões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e tentar apanhar o nosso planeta. Confessem lá...estão lindos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbv8-vklI/AAAAAAAAECM/aJLvHmCQKOY/s1600-h/P1090078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158492138115666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbv8-vklI/AAAAAAAAECM/aJLvHmCQKOY/s320/P1090078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E para terminar nada como mais uns saltinhos nas actividades radicais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Pedro náo conseguiu fazer um mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbp09cr8I/AAAAAAAAECE/imu3PlHbPtw/s1600-h/P1090080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158386905984962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbp09cr8I/AAAAAAAAECE/imu3PlHbPtw/s320/P1090080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A Magui preferiu ir fazer Escalda e Slide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbkZoylpI/AAAAAAAAEB8/Oxx78m-JI8s/s1600-h/P1090085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158293672236690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbkZoylpI/AAAAAAAAEB8/Oxx78m-JI8s/s320/P1090085.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E o Mingos... penso que foi rezar?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbdWB3f8I/AAAAAAAAEB0/0BcSvNFj0mg/s1600-h/P1090087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360158172444590018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbdWB3f8I/AAAAAAAAEB0/0BcSvNFj0mg/s320/P1090087.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E para terminar nada como um passeio de barco no "charco"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O mais impressionante é que o Mingos remava de um lado e o Pedro de outro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e a Lália apareceu toda molhadita:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbTO6kCjI/AAAAAAAAEBs/5tQmD4IE3i4/s1600-h/P1090102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360157998736214578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMbTO6kCjI/AAAAAAAAEBs/5tQmD4IE3i4/s320/P1090102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E assim se passou uma tarde de "arrastanço"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-2181000249976815051?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2181000249976815051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=2181000249976815051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2181000249976815051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2181000249976815051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/uma-mini-tarde-no-parque-tematico.html' title='Uma mini tarde no Parque Temático'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SmMcHoVguWI/AAAAAAAAEC0/MOLfMDG_q2Y/s72-c/P1090064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8250883431842961926</id><published>2009-07-12T20:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:04:24.222+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Caminho dos Pés Descalços"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Isto até pode parecer o paraíso....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mas ir descalço para lá, minha mãe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPUSa9SoI/AAAAAAAAEBk/PmK72fZwjuM/s1600-h/SDC11504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033760392399490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPUSa9SoI/AAAAAAAAEBk/PmK72fZwjuM/s320/SDC11504.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas foi isso que 5 doidos decidiram fazer um destes fds's...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;andar descalços para sentir as "sensações", lol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPQZh1PrI/AAAAAAAAEBc/EWBW4nsVMz4/s1600-h/SDC11506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033693580803762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPQZh1PrI/AAAAAAAAEBc/EWBW4nsVMz4/s320/SDC11506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O que não sabiamos mesmo era que as sensações, supostamente fantásticas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;por vezes eram totalmentes "amargas"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPLJEp_iI/AAAAAAAAEBU/A_F8WTvPx4Y/s1600-h/SDC11510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033603264118306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPLJEp_iI/AAAAAAAAEBU/A_F8WTvPx4Y/s320/SDC11510.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Há-de convir que andar nas pinhas....não é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tão fantástico e/ou sensitivo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPGtWfR5I/AAAAAAAAEBM/J5_jeE_gaEc/s1600-h/SDC11515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033527103244178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPGtWfR5I/AAAAAAAAEBM/J5_jeE_gaEc/s320/SDC11515.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Mas nada que parar para ver a paisagem e inspirar ar puro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;não ajudasse a passar as restantes provações!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPCTr9AcI/AAAAAAAAEBE/XEZ66icyxKY/s1600-h/SDC11522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033451494474178" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPCTr9AcI/AAAAAAAAEBE/XEZ66icyxKY/s320/SDC11522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E se tinhamos pecados....tenho quase a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;que neste caminho sem sapatos, ou melhor, com os pés descalços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;todos os pecados se  foram esvanecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluO9f1E54I/AAAAAAAAEA8/Y4vNfqo5zx4/s1600-h/SDC11529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033368854620034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluO9f1E54I/AAAAAAAAEA8/Y4vNfqo5zx4/s320/SDC11529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Depois cada um reza como quiser...ou pede um desejo como lhe apetecer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluO42jzSSI/AAAAAAAAEA0/Yxc-Abi9UkQ/s1600-h/SDC11532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033289056831778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluO42jzSSI/AAAAAAAAEA0/Yxc-Abi9UkQ/s320/SDC11532.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;sempre com o objectivo final de "contactar"com a mãe natureza!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluO0Pc-UhI/AAAAAAAAEAs/4BvkrwTAzEM/s1600-h/SDC11551.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033209839735314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluO0Pc-UhI/AAAAAAAAEAs/4BvkrwTAzEM/s320/SDC11551.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Antes de acabar a "penitência"descalça, nada como por os pézinhos na lama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(alguém disse que era muito bom!?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluOsUlbYrI/AAAAAAAAEAk/cINtK-xAg2k/s1600-h/SDC11562.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358033073778418354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluOsUlbYrI/AAAAAAAAEAk/cINtK-xAg2k/s320/SDC11562.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E o resultado quase que pode ser "pézinhos de coentrada...preta?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluOmIBhWCI/AAAAAAAAEAc/Oc6ajpUtvRM/s1600-h/SDC11570.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358032967327373346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluOmIBhWCI/AAAAAAAAEAc/Oc6ajpUtvRM/s320/SDC11570.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E depois da longa caminhada...nada como usufruir da "águita"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;para exorcizar os males dos pés!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluOgvn3tDI/AAAAAAAAEAU/YEl7_LBegL0/s1600-h/SDC11579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358032874877989938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluOgvn3tDI/AAAAAAAAEAU/YEl7_LBegL0/s320/SDC11579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;mas como as mentes( leia-se pés) estavam muito "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;imundas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nada com uma boa esfragadela, lol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluOYY7IzHI/AAAAAAAAEAM/MWTI8v2LFYQ/s1600-h/SDC11584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358032731345833074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluOYY7IzHI/AAAAAAAAEAM/MWTI8v2LFYQ/s320/SDC11584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Reflexão final: QUEM É QUE TEVE ESTA IDEIA?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-8250883431842961926?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8250883431842961926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8250883431842961926' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8250883431842961926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8250883431842961926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/caminho-dos-pes-descalcos.html' title='&quot;Caminho dos Pés Descalços&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SluPUSa9SoI/AAAAAAAAEBk/PmK72fZwjuM/s72-c/SDC11504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6160034347750494693</id><published>2009-07-10T14:08:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T22:08:27.940+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1000 Post -  "Eu quero ter uma vida boa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:1q2WBYPQaoio8M:http://www.coesis.org/conteudo/imagens/maos11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn2.google.com/images?q=tbn:1q2WBYPQaoio8M:http://www.coesis.org/conteudo/imagens/maos11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Se te dizem que faças o que quiseres, a primeira coisa que parece aconselhável é que penses com tempo e a fundo o que é aquilo que queres. Apetecem-te com certeza muitas coisas, amiúde contraditórias, como acontece com toda a gente: queres ter uma boa mota, mas não queres partir a cabeça no asfalto; queres ter amigos, mas sem perderes a tua independência, queres ter dinheiro, mas não queres sujeitar-te ao próximo para o conseguires, queres saber coisas e por isso compreendes que é preciso estudar, mas também queres divertir-te, queres que eu não te chateie e te deixe viver à tua maneira, mas também que esteja presente para te ajudar quando necessitas disso, etc.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Numa palavra, se tivesses que resumir tudo isto e pôr sinceramente em palavras o teu desejo global e mais profundo, dir-me-ias&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;strong&gt;Olha, pai, o que eu quero é ter uma vida boa&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;em&gt;Bravo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O prémio para este senhor"Era isso mesmo o meu conselho: quando te disse "faz o que quiseres", o que, no fundo pretendia recomendar-te é que tivesses o atrevimento de teres uma vida boa(...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queres ter uma vida boa:magnifico. Mas também queres que essa vida boa não seja a vida boa de uma couve - flor ou de um escaravelho, com todo o respeito que tenho por ambas as espécies, mas um&lt;/em&gt;a &lt;strong&gt;vida humana boa. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É o que te interessa, creio eu. E tenho a certeza de que não renunciarias a isso por nada deste mundo. Ser-se humano, já o vimos antes, consiste principlamente em ter relações com outros seres humanos. Se pudesses ter muito, muito dinheiro, uma casa mais sumptuosa do que um palácio das mil e uma noites, as melhores roupas, os alimentos mais requintados(...), as aparelhagens mais perfeitas, etc., mas tudo isso à custa de não voltares a ver nem a ser visto - nunca - por outro ser humano, ficarias satisfeito?Quanto tempo poderias viver assim sem te tornares&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;louco&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Não será a maior das loucuras queremos as coisas à custa da relação com as pessoas? Mas se justamente a graça de todas as coisas de que falámos assenta no facto de te permitirem - ou parecerem permitir - relacionares-te mais favoravelmente com os outros!(...)Muito poucas coisas conservam a sua graça na solidão; e se a solidão for completa e definitiva, todas as coisas se volvem irremediavelmente amargas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A vida humana e vida boa entre&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;seres humanos&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ou, caso contrário, pode ser que seja ainda&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;vida, mas não será nem boa nem humana."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;In - Fernando Savater &lt;em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Ética para um Jovem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje apetece-me pensar na minha vida...na minha vida humana...na minha vida boa!E depois, nada como uma reflexão sobre a vida, as relações humanas, os sonhos e o nossos desejos para comemorar o milésimo post:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu quero uma vida humana excelente...rodeada das pessoas de quem gosto, para a poder partilhar em todos os momentos!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6160034347750494693?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6160034347750494693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6160034347750494693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6160034347750494693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6160034347750494693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/07/1000-post-eu-quero-ter-uma-vida-boa.html' title='1000 Post -  &quot;Eu quero ter uma vida boa&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1255065026249745138</id><published>2009-06-30T01:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T01:22:28.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Michael Jackson....Mais um mito que desaparece!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/4351-the-essential-michael-jackson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 497px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://cdn.pitchfork.com/media/4351-the-essential-michael-jackson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael Jackson morreu na quinta feira, como o mundo inteiro já sabe. A sua eternidade agora será colocada à prova. A sua metamorfose e decadência física era visível para todos os que acompanhavam as notícias da vida dele, fomos todos apanhados de surpresa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se calhar não imaginámos a sério o que ele significou para toda uma geração, a minha por exemplo! Nunca fui uma fã à séria do seu trabalho dele e nunca emiti nenhuma opinião sobre as polêmicas acusações criminais, sexuais entre outras, que envolveram sua vida, desde acusado de Tarado, Pedófilo e últimamente Gay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O  certo é que ele marcou a minha adolescência, na sua unicidade de cantar, dançar e representar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Neste ponto de vista, Michael Jackson, desempenhou o papel de último representante de uma época em que as músicas e os (nossos) ídolos, não envelheceriam nunca, pensávamos nós! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Decerto, que por isso, a notícia da sua morte tenha tido tal impacto, pois constatamos que nós envelhecemos e um pedacinho da história de cada um morreu com Michael Jackson.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-1255065026249745138?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1255065026249745138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1255065026249745138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1255065026249745138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1255065026249745138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/michael-jacksonmais-um-mito-que.html' title='Michael Jackson....Mais um mito que desaparece!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5997331228723551637</id><published>2009-06-29T01:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T01:24:29.387+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dar e Receber.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para começar a semana, nada como uma &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s95iaEJqWYg"&gt;música&lt;/a&gt; ...Boa semana de trabalho-:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Martinho da Vila e Kátia Guerreiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5997331228723551637?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5997331228723551637/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5997331228723551637' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5997331228723551637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5997331228723551637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/dar-e-receber.html' title='Dar e Receber.'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-974333010152040744</id><published>2009-06-28T17:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T11:48:30.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentes, Pensas e Sabes que Pensas e Sentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Dizes-me: tu és mais alguma cousa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que uma pedra ou uma planta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Dizes-me: sentes, pensas e sabes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Que pensas e sentes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Então as pedras escrevem versos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Então as plantas têm idéias sobre o mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim: há diferença. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas não é a diferença que encontras;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;orque o ter consciência não me obriga a ter teorias sobre as cousas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Só me obriga a ser consciente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Se sou mais que uma pedra ou uma planta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não sei. Sou diferente. Não sei o que é mais ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ter consciência é mais que ter cor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Pode ser e pode não ser. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei que é diferente apenas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ninguém pode provar que é mais que só diferente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei que a pedra é a real, e que a planta existe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei isto porque elas existem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei isto porque os meus sentidos mo mostram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei que sou real também. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sei isto porque os meus sentidos mo mostram, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Embora com menos clareza que me mostram a pedra e a planta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Não sei mais nada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim, escrevo versos, e a pedra não escreve versos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sim, faço idéias sobre o mundo, e a planta nenhumas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas é que as pedras não são poetas, são pedras; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E as plantas são plantas só, e não pensadores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Tanto posso dizer que sou superior a elas por isto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como que sou inferior. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Mas não digo isso: digo da pedra, "é uma pedra", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Digo da planta, "é uma planta", &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Digo de mim, "sou eu". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E não digo mais nada. Que mais há a dizer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alberto Caeiro, in "Poemas Inconjuntos" Heterónimo de Fernando Pessoa&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/5789304-974333010152040744?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/974333010152040744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=974333010152040744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/974333010152040744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/974333010152040744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/sentes-pensas-e-sabes-que-pensas-e.html' title='Sentes, Pensas e Sabes que Pensas e Sentes'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6007624442895618806</id><published>2009-06-26T17:08:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T18:30:01.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje apetece-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://flordomar.no.sapo.pt/NATASHA%20GUDERMANE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://flordomar.no.sapo.pt/NATASHA%20GUDERMANE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Hoje apetece-me um beijo terno.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetece-me um olhar especial.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetece-me um abraço à seria.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apetece-me morangos com chantily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje apetece-me brincos de princesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje apetece-me roupa leve.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje apetece-me brincar com o vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje apetece-me andar descalça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje apetece-me olhar para longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje apetece-me falar com o sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje apetece-me sentar na lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me perdida e apetece-me ficar assim. "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6007624442895618806?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6007624442895618806/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6007624442895618806' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6007624442895618806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6007624442895618806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoje-apetece-me.html' title='Hoje apetece-me...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-1025033054684979480</id><published>2009-06-24T00:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T00:28:05.399+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje 'tou bem -:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:RqURRegItzwJ1M:http://alunos.lis.ulusiada.pt/11133200/images/lua_e_sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://tbn1.google.com/images?q=tbn:RqURRegItzwJ1M:http://alunos.lis.ulusiada.pt/11133200/images/lua_e_sol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Deve ser do Sol! Já há muito tempo que não me sentia plena...com vida, sorridente e entusiasmada-:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Hoje foi um dia desses!Um dia em Cheio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Sinto que fechei um ciclo e estou disposta a abrir outro...não sei onde, nem com quem, nem como.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;O sol sem dúvida tem sobre as pessoas uma influência fantástica, os corpos libertam energias positivas, os pensamentos negativos ficam escondidos e os nossos sonhos tomam vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Obrigada Sol!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-1025033054684979480?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1025033054684979480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=1025033054684979480' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1025033054684979480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/1025033054684979480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/hoje-tou-bem.html' title='Hoje &apos;tou bem -:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5903106178547145290</id><published>2009-06-21T23:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:03:16.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I belive in fate..but the chances we create!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.hotref.com/category/21/sailboat-beach-wedding-favors_2165_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 293px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://www.hotref.com/category/21/sailboat-beach-wedding-favors_2165_r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há imensas formas de dizer o que pensamos, o que sentimos e o que queremos!Há quem diga que as conversas frente a frente são sempre o melhor...mas eu confesso que as imagens, uma carta, um sms a meio da noite, um e-mail sem assunto são formas que uso no dia-a-dia-:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E nesta forma ja tinhas pensado?É apenas uma &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x25F3-sR2Yo"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;música&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(clica)...Afinal as músicas também servem para dizer as coisas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só que agora não consigo postar os videos do youtube...por isso arranjei um link para ver as imagens, ou simplesmente ouvir as músicas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa semana de trabalho para ti.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5903106178547145290?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5903106178547145290/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5903106178547145290' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5903106178547145290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5903106178547145290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/sometimes-i-belive-in-fatebut-chances.html' title='Sometimes I belive in fate..but the chances we create!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6097783546817383577</id><published>2009-06-21T20:49:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T11:33:56.404+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falésia do Amor...Lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho a sensação que andamos há que tempos para fazer sábados destes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Parece-me, não sei?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saímos de Machico pelas 11h da matina...com destino final à Calheta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UlLCBpuI/AAAAAAAAD9E/tfZbKOedjYM/s1600-h/P1080700.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876773700085474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UlLCBpuI/AAAAAAAAD9E/tfZbKOedjYM/s400/P1080700.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Parámos para almoçar num restaurante no Cabo Girão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A vista era só esta!Humm......A "invejessice"é uma coisa muito feia-:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6Ugwegf3I/AAAAAAAAD88/AkufMuk3NPU/s1600-h/P1080705.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876697852313458" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6Ugwegf3I/AAAAAAAAD88/AkufMuk3NPU/s400/P1080705.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinhamos como companhia a Anália que só nos arrasta para a desgraça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e desta vez fomos conhecer a "Venda do André"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A poncha de limão era fantástica e a ginja no copo de chocolate cinco estrelas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UcJ7q09I/AAAAAAAAD80/c8rngMJ3cLk/s1600-h/P1080707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876618786165714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UcJ7q09I/AAAAAAAAD80/c8rngMJ3cLk/s400/P1080707.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da ginja nada como uma boa conversa com amigos de lá longe...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Deixámos a Venda do André no sítio dele, e como estavam cá umas amigas do Pedro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada como brindá-las com a poncha na Serra de Água- :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UV0F46mI/AAAAAAAAD8s/YDBWRfAJ_mY/s1600-h/P1080725.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876509844236898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UV0F46mI/AAAAAAAAD8s/YDBWRfAJ_mY/s400/P1080725.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um brinde à Nini, à Inês e à Marta e um obrigada por terem feito o Pedro sorrir-:)&lt;br /&gt;Mas a Magui e o Mingos também não perdem pitada....e desta vez era uma cena à bébé, lol!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6URMSOCtI/AAAAAAAAD8k/X7Lgoc9K6_A/s1600-h/P1080735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876430439058130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6URMSOCtI/AAAAAAAAD8k/X7Lgoc9K6_A/s400/P1080735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há no entanto que ensinar a algumas pessoas que não se deve desperdiçar o néctar da Madeira!&lt;br /&gt;É um desperdício entornar o néctar na t-shirt, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UJYKEooI/AAAAAAAAD8c/Ti-Ny1RKHPE/s1600-h/P1080749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876296187159170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UJYKEooI/AAAAAAAAD8c/Ti-Ny1RKHPE/s400/P1080749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Os brindes fazem sempre parte do nosso grupo e para acalmar o estômago,&lt;br /&gt;nada como um brinde com bolachas de àgua e sal do pingo doce&lt;br /&gt;"um brinde ao que cada um quiser..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UEDrLfiI/AAAAAAAAD8U/Aymvc6CUVKc/s1600-h/P1080763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876204789530146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UEDrLfiI/AAAAAAAAD8U/Aymvc6CUVKc/s400/P1080763.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Antes de seguirmos para a Calheta, ainda deu para rir um bocado&lt;br /&gt;e empurrar o carro que passou todo o tempo com o pisca da esquerda a "piscar"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6T7zV1eWI/AAAAAAAAD8M/U_lWqsnxH9Q/s1600-h/P1080768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349876062966085986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6T7zV1eWI/AAAAAAAAD8M/U_lWqsnxH9Q/s400/P1080768.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Destino final: PRAIA!Uau....que tempo fantástico!Que sol abrasador!&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor que um banho na água tépida...quase morna:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6T2GEOjaI/AAAAAAAAD8E/-gr6OUZBxQk/s1600-h/P1080772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875964913290658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6T2GEOjaI/AAAAAAAAD8E/-gr6OUZBxQk/s400/P1080772.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois de um banho nos balneários da Calheta e já limpinhos começou a árdua tarefa de&lt;br /&gt;descobrir um sítio para comer algo...&lt;br /&gt;A opção foi frango para uns, pão com chouriço para outros e bifanas no bolo do caco para os restantes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6Tw-le-bI/AAAAAAAAD78/GGuY-iJh9ps/s1600-h/P1080782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875877005949362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6Tw-le-bI/AAAAAAAAD78/GGuY-iJh9ps/s400/P1080782.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma vista panorâmica para o oceano, caixotes empilhados à volta&lt;br /&gt;e sem talheres....o jantar foi assim a "atirar para o chique"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6Tqy1K1iI/AAAAAAAAD70/Xf3a2zJbOPU/s1600-h/P1080785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875770771297826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6Tqy1K1iI/AAAAAAAAD70/Xf3a2zJbOPU/s400/P1080785.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já não me lembro das Marchas de Lisboa....do cheiro a sardinha assada, de andar pelos bairros&lt;br /&gt;de Alfama e Mouraria, com os amigos de longa data e de manjerico na mão.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na Calheta pude relembar de uma forma "mais pequena" as marchas populares!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6Tmizo_kI/AAAAAAAAD7s/I5d5rNCOsM4/s1600-h/P1080792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875697750441538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6Tmizo_kI/AAAAAAAAD7s/I5d5rNCOsM4/s400/P1080792.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depoi,s quando senão...dois Lisboetas e adeptos das marchas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;decidem começar a dançar:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6TiTXBNTI/AAAAAAAAD7k/_BsWMNrhg2A/s1600-h/P1080803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875624884385074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6TiTXBNTI/AAAAAAAAD7k/_BsWMNrhg2A/s400/P1080803.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E antes de podermos dançar "Falésia do Amor" dos Santamaria, encontrar o Mangana no meio de gente na praia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou mesmo de cair para o lado com tantas cólicas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6TdASopQI/AAAAAAAAD7c/SZU9TOB00ok/s1600-h/P1080808.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349875533866378498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6TdASopQI/AAAAAAAAD7c/SZU9TOB00ok/s400/P1080808.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pudémos observar fogo de artíficio durante uns dez minutos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ao som da voz da Vânia com "Senhora do Mar" e passar mais um &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;momento junto com as pessoas que este ano fizeram de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma pessoa melhor/ diferente-:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6097783546817383577?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6097783546817383577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6097783546817383577' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6097783546817383577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6097783546817383577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/falesia-do-amorlol.html' title='Falésia do Amor...Lol'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6UlLCBpuI/AAAAAAAAD9E/tfZbKOedjYM/s72-c/P1080700.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-8650996853185618011</id><published>2009-06-15T01:55:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T02:11:16.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns para todos aqueles que me fazem sorrir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Há pessoas que nos serenam o coração, nos acalmam a dor de alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A Jony é sem dúvida uma dessas pessoas, que quero ter sempre por perto:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdbaoVrYI/AAAAAAAAD50/Kr4Pks-4g0c/s1600-h/DSC02072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347353226902875522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdbaoVrYI/AAAAAAAAD50/Kr4Pks-4g0c/s400/DSC02072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Há pessoas que podem ser as nossas sósias, mesmo noutro sexo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O Mingos é sem dúvida a minha sósia no masculino e com quem aprendo montões de coisas:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quero-te também sempre perto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdW0eaIXI/AAAAAAAAD5s/vKk2OhN9J0c/s1600-h/P1060472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347353147941200242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdW0eaIXI/AAAAAAAAD5s/vKk2OhN9J0c/s400/P1060472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Há pessoas que nos ensinam a olhar as outras e interpertá-las sem nos magoar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Magna é uma professora de afectos!Sempre por perto também, ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdSDp3MfI/AAAAAAAAD5g/IBOsWADBpzk/s1600-h/P1050321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347353066116428274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdSDp3MfI/AAAAAAAAD5g/IBOsWADBpzk/s400/P1050321.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Há pessoas que apenas num olhar entendam na perfeição o que queremos dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A Lália é sem dúvida o espelho do meu olhar...tensd e ficar para sempre:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdMEQWNmI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/wNVQ9XUM6iY/s1600-h/P1030393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347352963198629474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdMEQWNmI/AAAAAAAAD5Y/wNVQ9XUM6iY/s400/P1030393.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;Há pessoas que tem a capacidade de me obrigar a falar do que sinto/penso/quero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;O Pedro consegiu entrar na minha vida e fazer-me duvidar....não te afastes por favor:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdGu2SzfI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/qsvx7xIlTLw/s1600-h/SDC11050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347352871552863730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdGu2SzfI/AAAAAAAAD5Q/qsvx7xIlTLw/s400/SDC11050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para todos eles o meu desejo é o mesmo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- que sejam felizes, concretizem os sonhos, aproveitem os momentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixem-se levar pelas emoções e estejam sempre presentes na minha vida:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PARABÉNS AMIGOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-8650996853185618011?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/8650996853185618011/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=8650996853185618011' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8650996853185618011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/8650996853185618011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/parabens-para-todos-aqueles-que-me.html' title='Parabéns para todos aqueles que me fazem sorrir...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWdbaoVrYI/AAAAAAAAD50/Kr4Pks-4g0c/s72-c/DSC02072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5696256780454919678</id><published>2009-06-14T02:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T03:22:43.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de semana no Porto Santo:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Este fim de semana mega grande foi fantástico no Porto Santo:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A viagem de barco foi calma e deu para pôr as novidades do Mundo em dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWkIEDpW_I/AAAAAAAAD7U/uwppG1twoBo/s1600-h/SDC10996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360591007276018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWkIEDpW_I/AAAAAAAAD7U/uwppG1twoBo/s400/SDC10996.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entre a praia, os jantares( feitos pelo Mingos) das 22h, o Gel e a praia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o pessoal riu-se, divertiu-se e não houve stresses...mesmo quando numa casa para 5 tiveram que dormir 8!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWkAMcLEVI/AAAAAAAAD7M/rDVevUu7tJE/s1600-h/P1080661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360455818678610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWkAMcLEVI/AAAAAAAAD7M/rDVevUu7tJE/s400/P1080661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Entre os 9km de praia, os jantares, e o Gel...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os dias foram passando serenamente e com muita risada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjy2J-SNI/AAAAAAAAD7E/C9uFeRWbs0s/s1600-h/DSC08154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360226498463954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjy2J-SNI/AAAAAAAAD7E/C9uFeRWbs0s/s400/DSC08154.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No último dia fomos comer entrecosto, embora a Magui tivesse a salivar por uma pizza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjqd7UUmI/AAAAAAAAD68/3iznx8yI65U/s1600-h/SDC11032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360082555589218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjqd7UUmI/AAAAAAAAD68/3iznx8yI65U/s400/SDC11032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas duas últimas horas de sábado, fomos dizer adeus à praia...&lt;br /&gt;brincar na areia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjlrSroNI/AAAAAAAAD60/F-y6IKmrU1c/s1600-h/P1080689.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347360000243900626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjlrSroNI/AAAAAAAAD60/F-y6IKmrU1c/s400/P1080689.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; tirar fotografias, ver animais dentro e fora de água...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjgMFYksI/AAAAAAAAD6s/h0vwVNdDJHE/s1600-h/SDC11053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347359905967280834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjgMFYksI/AAAAAAAAD6s/h0vwVNdDJHE/s400/SDC11053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e continuar a cumplicidade criada entre nós:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjbZJeXfI/AAAAAAAAD6k/3jXL8TKyCMo/s1600-h/SDC11049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347359823574752754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjbZJeXfI/AAAAAAAAD6k/3jXL8TKyCMo/s400/SDC11049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por fim...esperávamos a Renata, que nos arranjou a casa e o colchão!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjV11yr6I/AAAAAAAAD6c/pzC2tkAcltM/s1600-h/P1080697.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347359728197611426" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWjV11yr6I/AAAAAAAAD6c/pzC2tkAcltM/s400/P1080697.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E para todos nós um brinde aos momentos bem passados,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;às pequenas coisas, às conversas a dois, às risadas cumplices,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;à vida de profs contratados e enquadrados na ilha:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5696256780454919678?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5696256780454919678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5696256780454919678' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5696256780454919678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5696256780454919678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/fim-de-semana-no-porto-santo.html' title='Fim de semana no Porto Santo:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SjWkIEDpW_I/AAAAAAAAD7U/uwppG1twoBo/s72-c/SDC10996.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-2097967253433869259</id><published>2009-06-08T22:05:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T23:44:49.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"A verdadeira e real tenda do Cigano"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6rigaEM1I/AAAAAAAAD-s/PE7LmBJni4U/s1600-h/P1080410.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Vieram tribos Ciganas, saltibancos sem eira nem beira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No dia em que abriu o mercado houve arraial...e o grupo de criação teatral da EBSM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;saiu à rua!..."(adaptado de José Cid)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6rRxzNHiI/AAAAAAAAD-k/SRXGm0t6BIA/s1600-h/P1020219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349901729276960290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6rRxzNHiI/AAAAAAAAD-k/SRXGm0t6BIA/s400/P1020219.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia 5 e 6 de Junho viajámos no tempo e regressámos a 1500...mais ou menos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Viemos de longe, com a casa às costas, as trouxas, muitas cores e música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6rLyoqQ5I/AAAAAAAAD-c/759G-daW3PA/s1600-h/P1020220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349901626421953426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6rLyoqQ5I/AAAAAAAAD-c/759G-daW3PA/s400/P1020220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trouxemos alegria, ervas mágicas, danças e cantorias!&lt;br /&gt;Fomos uma família composta por todos os que fazem parte&lt;br /&gt;do Grupo de Criação Teatral e também os que o apoiam desde o princípo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6rDdQnDDI/AAAAAAAAD-U/yl1YfVwtg04/s1600-h/P1020224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349901483244981298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6rDdQnDDI/AAAAAAAAD-U/yl1YfVwtg04/s400/P1020224.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está a família CIGANA:&lt;br /&gt;Eu (Cuca Su) casada com  Barô(Prof Domingos),pais do Prof Pedro, casado com a Prof Maguarida.&lt;br /&gt;A minha irmã é a prof Eulália....&lt;br /&gt;e os alunos sáo todos meus netos e filhos dos meu filho e da minha irmã:&lt;br /&gt;Joana Menezes, Joana Silva; Jannet Perestrelo; Rodrigo Afonso; Carolina Freire;Lisete Gois;&lt;br /&gt;Márcia Abreu; Laura Nunes; Tatiana Nóbrega; Fátima Ribeiro.&lt;br /&gt;A todos eles um especial obrigada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6q9eqUWpI/AAAAAAAAD-M/urBDqkdkv2E/s1600-h/P1020233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349901380542028434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6q9eqUWpI/AAAAAAAAD-M/urBDqkdkv2E/s400/P1020233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A professora Cristela ( Ed . Física)no meio de todos os ensaios também do grupo dela, deu-nos uma preciosa ajuda para a dança cigana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi tão engraçado dançar ao ar livre:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6q0VO8PXI/AAAAAAAAD-E/rbR7yTxyw7A/s1600-h/P1020249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349901223392460146" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6q0VO8PXI/AAAAAAAAD-E/rbR7yTxyw7A/s400/P1020249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No dia-a- dia os ciganos entretiveram-se a brincar( os mais novos) a ler a sina;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a dançar e cantar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6qnBW3TeI/AAAAAAAAD98/ZPKgbacfy_A/s1600-h/P1020250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349900994718682594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6qnBW3TeI/AAAAAAAAD98/ZPKgbacfy_A/s400/P1020250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Até a mãe Prof Margarida brincava, alternadamente que estendia roupa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6plgj-IvI/AAAAAAAAD90/BrRWcAOMQsU/s1600-h/P1080406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349899869223789298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6plgj-IvI/AAAAAAAAD90/BrRWcAOMQsU/s400/P1080406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As ervas para chás: abundância, funcho, flor de carqueja, hortelã,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arruda, pessegueiro inglês...foram um sucesso:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6pfHVJLEI/AAAAAAAAD9s/b35LVT734e4/s1600-h/P1080407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349899759371496514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6pfHVJLEI/AAAAAAAAD9s/b35LVT734e4/s400/P1080407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O espaço verde convidava todos os que passavam a ficar...para saber do seu destino,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para ver dançar, para levar um chá para resolver os males de amor e outros...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esteve sempre cheio de alunos, de amigos, de forasteiros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6pUFpQElI/AAAAAAAAD9c/vwnnUgcHGJU/s1600-h/P1080412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349899569940402770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6pUFpQElI/AAAAAAAAD9c/vwnnUgcHGJU/s400/P1080412.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As Ciganas mais velhas, organizavam a "barraca", geriam os trabalhos, cuidavam das crianças...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6pJm3IFLI/AAAAAAAAD9U/--JwwTnaD9g/s1600-h/P1080425.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349899389878408370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6pJm3IFLI/AAAAAAAAD9U/--JwwTnaD9g/s400/P1080425.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para o fim....nada como uma sopa de urtigas; umas morcelas e pão do Prof. Perestrelo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para enganar a fome e ligar o fogareiro para aquecer a alma e o corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dos dias de trabalho árduo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6pDmH-AzI/AAAAAAAAD9M/OgU79rCN1zg/s1600-h/P1080436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349899286601401138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6pDmH-AzI/AAAAAAAAD9M/OgU79rCN1zg/s400/P1080436.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para todos os professores que desde o iníco desta actividade do teatro, participaram, trabalharam noites seguidas, fins de semana inteiros, que aprenderam a coser à mão, que deram ideias e que me apoiaram desde logo aquando da minha decisão um obrigado sincero!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A estes professores - Pedro, Eulália, Magui e ao Mingos - que continuem sempre assim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;amigos, dispostos, divertidos e lutadores!Sem vocês isto teria sido bem mais difícil e menos divertido, até porque assim não tinha tempo para inventar cenas, lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao Domingos...uma palavra especial de apoio, de confiança e de investimento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AS CORES ESTAVAM LINDAS E SEM DÚVIDA BRILHÁMOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aos meus alunos do Grupo de Criação Teatral...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um beijo e um sorriso, na esperança que náo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se esqueçam que a amizade e a cumplicidade, assim com a inter ajuda é fundamental para serem felizes e boas pessoas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Obrigada por me aturarem, por não faltarem aos ensaios,pela disponibilidade, por serem responsáveis, por acreditarem em mim, em nós como um todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um bem haja... AOS MEUS ALUNOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-2097967253433869259?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/2097967253433869259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=2097967253433869259' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2097967253433869259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/2097967253433869259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/verdadeira-e-real-tenda-do-cigano.html' title='&quot;A verdadeira e real tenda do Cigano&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sj6rRxzNHiI/AAAAAAAAD-k/SRXGm0t6BIA/s72-c/P1020219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6114309479227081483</id><published>2009-06-08T21:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T22:02:55.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos à solta...à procura do "EU"!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Si11Ouqz7XI/AAAAAAAAD4Y/qOdSfmS7Mo8/s1600-h/Encontrar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estou no fim de mais um ano lectivo....Não tenho dormido quase nada( eu já não durmo muito) e sinto que estou ansiosa, preocupada, nervosa e sem vontade para fazer nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está a aproximar-se o fim de um ciclo...um ciclo que foi muito produtivo, muito cansativo mas bastante compensador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acordei com uma nostalgia enorme, sem vontade de me mexer, com mil pensamentos e sem ter soluções para mil coisas que procuro sem parar e com imensa vontade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mexe muito comigo o final do ano lectivo, são os concursos,a despedida dos amigos, o trabalho para fazer, as reuniões e o fechar de momentos, que de bons e de maus marcaram este ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomei decisões que ainda não coloquei em prática, mas que aguardo por momentos oportunos para as fazer/revelar/informar. Tomar decisões é sempre tão doloroso, podemos magoar-nos e magoar pessoas, sendo que a intenção é a médio prazo tornar tudo mais simples.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto-me perdida, a vaguear por ai, entre os meus sonhos e as minhas ilusões, confrontando-me com a dura realidade e tentando seguir em frente sem desanimar ou olhar para trás...Era tão mais fácil se não tivessemos que mudar nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje conversei muito tempo com uma amiga( daquelas que ganhamos quando saltitamos de escola em escola)e foi tão bom -:) É tão bom poder falar sem medos, de tudo o que sentimos, dos receios que temos, das desiluzões que enfrentamos, dos problemas que temos que saber gerir, das emoções baralhadas...podendo chorar e também sorrir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há muito tempo que precisava deste espaço, deste tempo para "nós", apenas eu e tu, sem vergonha de nos expor, com a sensação de que estamos na mesma onda e nos entendemos apenas com olhares cúmplices. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou baralhada, estou exausta, estou perdida, estou à toa, estou....e não estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nestas últimas semanas trabalhei( e trabalhámos) que nem loucos, sem tempo para nós, apenas com o objectivo de cumprir prazos, trabalhos. Dei por mim a pensar que ser responsável é tão chato e cansativo...que é muito mais fácil ser-se livre e não ter compromissos( mss é tão distante daquilo que me é permitido pela vida).Ter que gerir espaços, pessoas, emoções é extremamente desgastante...temos que tomar atitudes menos agradáveis, chamar à atenção por cenas que aparentemente parecem simples, gerir emoções, má disposições, euforias e  tentar não dar parte fraca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É dificil ser-se líder....é dificil agradar a todos e mais dificil é gerir sentimentos variados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quem me dera controlar todos os meus estados de alma, fingir que nada me afecta, aflige ou me procupa. Quem me dera ser mais livre, voar mais alto, ir sem destino, não me ligar às pessoas....mas eu não sou assim!Eu apego-me, eu sou prefecionista, eu sou organizada( há quem diga que muito)dou o máximo de mim a tudo aquilo que gosto, a que me entrego e ao que me pedem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deve ser isto que se chama viver!Viver com tudo o que temos, chorar e rir, voar e cair, ir e vir, lutar e sofrer, ganhar e perder....sempre com a sensação de que o faço é com o coração:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O caminho que existe traçado para mim...apenas me dá orientações, por vezes tenho que saltar troncos caídos, afastar pedras que me dificultam a passagem, abrigar-me de ventanias e chuvas, proteger-me do Sol querendo atingir aquilo a que me propus alcançar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um bem haja para todos os que por aqui passam!&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/5789304-6114309479227081483?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6114309479227081483/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6114309479227081483' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6114309479227081483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6114309479227081483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/pensamentos-soltaa-procura-do-eu.html' title='Pensamentos à solta...à procura do &quot;EU&quot;!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6274114660032718843</id><published>2009-05-31T00:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:13:54.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Um sábado no POISO"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Agora que pareçe que chegou o calor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nada como um sábado a passear pela ilha e a subir ao POISO:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcxM748PI/AAAAAAAAD4I/ZM7Z1Mfc7jc/s1600-h/P1080207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342145214603129074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcxM748PI/AAAAAAAAD4I/ZM7Z1Mfc7jc/s320/P1080207.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Com duas anfitriãs : Anália e a Gina, nós os cubanos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;decidimos fazer algo diferente do que dormir até às quinhentas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e às 10h da matina já estávamos prontos para caminhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcpVMpriI/AAAAAAAAD4A/7qi4-yvq-Vw/s1600-h/P1080208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342145079381962274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcpVMpriI/AAAAAAAAD4A/7qi4-yvq-Vw/s320/P1080208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Munidos de roupa adequada para o passeio, lenços na cabeça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;e claro um Biólogo a atirar para o "Botânico"....descobrimos a cura para uma série de cenas da pele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas cuidado que arde bués...mas como diz o ditado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Tudo o que arde Cura"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcinu3KNI/AAAAAAAAD34/vDFLOJdsQNw/s1600-h/P1080221.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144964098205906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcinu3KNI/AAAAAAAAD34/vDFLOJdsQNw/s320/P1080221.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Claro que um passeio pelo Poiso, e no meio da vegetação( vulgo mato para mim),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tinha que ter um mini piquenique...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Quiche de Espinafres com Frango; Bolo de Laranja; Sandes Mista e uma Maçã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;foi a ementa selecionada! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcbbMt1BI/AAAAAAAAD3w/9G3bcOtbC_Y/s1600-h/P1080236.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144840474678290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcbbMt1BI/AAAAAAAAD3w/9G3bcOtbC_Y/s320/P1080236.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Claro que para acompanhar água...afinal se "Conduzir não beba!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcUQROIzI/AAAAAAAAD3o/i6GLUbJPdqY/s1600-h/P1080237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144717281698610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcUQROIzI/AAAAAAAAD3o/i6GLUbJPdqY/s320/P1080237.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Depois de um descanso, uma risada e umas parvoeira...&lt;br /&gt;nada como continuar a caminhada...à torreira do Sol!&lt;br /&gt;(valeu-nos o protector solar...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcOQnO7dI/AAAAAAAAD3g/tUEtxR7Wh4U/s1600-h/P1080264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144614294810066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcOQnO7dI/AAAAAAAAD3g/tUEtxR7Wh4U/s320/P1080264.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Além de caminhar, decidimos ( para variar) apanhar uma mézinhas/ervinhas para termos em casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcGyAz32I/AAAAAAAAD3Y/i5SJ9UrkW2o/s1600-h/P1080280.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144485821505378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcGyAz32I/AAAAAAAAD3Y/i5SJ9UrkW2o/s320/P1080280.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Já perto das 18h e antes de voltarmos para um jantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nada como um volta na Feira/Festa da Camacha e uma bica para acordar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMb_VWAs6I/AAAAAAAAD3Q/WjMJmsZvOh8/s1600-h/P1080290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144357866714018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMb_VWAs6I/AAAAAAAAD3Q/WjMJmsZvOh8/s320/P1080290.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Mas nem mesmo com o café, a moleza e o sono passaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;já dávamos o "nosso" reino por qualquer sítio para dormir meia horita, lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMb4WDuRtI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Y3WkJ8K24nU/s1600-h/P1080294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144237799360210" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMb4WDuRtI/AAAAAAAAD3I/Y3WkJ8K24nU/s320/P1080294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ou para náo ouvir ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMbxv5U5kI/AAAAAAAAD3A/zj6Zd0A5oMA/s1600-h/P1080296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342144124475991618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMbxv5U5kI/AAAAAAAAD3A/zj6Zd0A5oMA/s320/P1080296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; O mais parecido que conseguimos, enquanto esperávamos pelo Mingos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;foi a mesa do café:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMbqaBE7ZI/AAAAAAAAD24/Nthyw45pOlM/s1600-h/P1080297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342143998343835026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMbqaBE7ZI/AAAAAAAAD24/Nthyw45pOlM/s320/P1080297.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; E agora resta-nos saber quem teve a (in)feliz ideia de se levantar cedo a um Sábado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;para ir passear pelo monte?Sim....que se acuse!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-6274114660032718843?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6274114660032718843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6274114660032718843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6274114660032718843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6274114660032718843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-sabado-no-poiso.html' title='&quot;Um sábado no POISO&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMcxM748PI/AAAAAAAAD4I/ZM7Z1Mfc7jc/s72-c/P1080207.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-6656708166070085631</id><published>2009-05-30T00:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:14:43.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Vem viver a vida Amor..que o tempo que passou não volta mais"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pessoal quem não se lembra?do que refrão pelo menos?!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vem viver a vida amor que o tempo que passou não volta mais, sonhos que o tempo apagou e para nós ficou esta canção..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUq7of02I/AAAAAAAAD2w/t8AJLRTSXlw/s1600-h/P1080173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342136310786151266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUq7of02I/AAAAAAAAD2w/t8AJLRTSXlw/s320/P1080173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"... há muito muito tempo, eras tu uma criança que brincava no bailoço e ao pião &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;tinhas tranças pretas e caçavas borboletas como quem corria atrás de uma ilusão..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUTLdMEJI/AAAAAAAAD2o/4V6UcPusxsI/s1600-h/P1080177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135902716825746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUTLdMEJI/AAAAAAAAD2o/4V6UcPusxsI/s320/P1080177.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; "...há muito, muito tempo era eu outra criança que te amava ternamente sem saber &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;vinhamos da escola e oferecia-te uma flor que tu punhas no cabelo a sorrir..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUOTLhpEI/AAAAAAAAD2g/9szeG452nm4/s1600-h/P1080178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135818890880066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUOTLhpEI/AAAAAAAAD2g/9szeG452nm4/s320/P1080178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro o Refrão(de início) e depois:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"...vinte anos mais tarde, encontrei-te por acaso numa rua da cidade onde moravas ficamos parados e olhamo-nos sorrindo como quem se vê ao espelho pla manhã..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUJnjNGMI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/QIqQWeiXLXE/s1600-h/P1080180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135738459560130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUJnjNGMI/AAAAAAAAD2Y/QIqQWeiXLXE/s320/P1080180.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"...dei-te o meu telefone, convidei-te pra jantar adoraste ver a minha colecção pelo tempo fora continuamos unidos e cantamos tanta vez esta canção..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUEP98mjI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/Pi24CDEmMiM/s1600-h/P1080182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135646229928498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUEP98mjI/AAAAAAAAD2Q/Pi24CDEmMiM/s320/P1080182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"...daqui a vinte anos, quando tu já fores velhinha talvez eu já não exista pra te ver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ficas á lareira a fazer a tua renda mas que importa se recordar é viver..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMT0ef8uxI/AAAAAAAAD2I/NW2LZz1F23I/s1600-h/P1080186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342135375252732690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMT0ef8uxI/AAAAAAAAD2I/NW2LZz1F23I/s320/P1080186.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos juntos:&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Vem viver a vida amorque o tempo que passou não volta mais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sonhos que o tempo apagou e para nós ficou esta canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande concerto na Praça do Munícipo, no Funchal.&lt;br /&gt;José Cid esteve em palco 2h, tocou, cantou e embalou gente de todas a idades&lt;br /&gt;e com a sua boa disposição e alegria( de um homem de 65anos de idade),&lt;br /&gt;fez-nos recuar todos uns anos atrás, para mim até aos anos 80,&lt;br /&gt;mas para muitas pessoas que lá estavam até aos 60 e 70!&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez, onde há festa nós estamos...e por lá cantámos, dançámos&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo eu, que tinha dado uma enorme "trombada" com a cabeça na viga do 2000,&lt;br /&gt;a meio do concerto já me bamboleava lentamente!?Lol&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/5789304-6656708166070085631?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/6656708166070085631/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=6656708166070085631' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6656708166070085631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/6656708166070085631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/06/vem-viver-vida-amorque-o-tempo-que.html' title='&quot;Vem viver a vida Amor..que o tempo que passou não volta mais&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SiMUq7of02I/AAAAAAAAD2w/t8AJLRTSXlw/s72-c/P1080173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-7628671628082181764</id><published>2009-05-20T01:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:12:28.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A parte BROCULAR de um Casamento!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bem...um casamento tem sempre duas partes(ou mais):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A) A parte elegante e séria..&lt;br /&gt;B)A parte cómica e à vontade...&lt;br /&gt;Eu opto quase sempre pela B) e se ao meu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;tiver alguém igual ou pior...ai JESUS! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJRrmsl6I/AAAAAAAAD1o/xkKX5Amz_70/s1600-h/P1070939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339942351289489314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJRrmsl6I/AAAAAAAAD1o/xkKX5Amz_70/s320/P1070939.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Embora sem Beringela ou Courgete para comer, mas sim o casal ao vivo e a cores,&lt;br /&gt;decidimos por à prova a imaginação deste pessoal:&lt;br /&gt;"Tens 1minuto para colocar este"bróculo"onde quiseres"&lt;br /&gt;Os resultados foram simplesmente...Estrambólicos?! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJNAPAaOI/AAAAAAAAD1g/gNKIQKjqc-s/s1600-h/P1070934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339942270927923426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJNAPAaOI/AAAAAAAAD1g/gNKIQKjqc-s/s320/P1070934.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A) na boca do Matos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102249909727442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShvatAYiMNI/AAAAAAAAD14/A8jTlaBiLyo/s320/P1070941.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;B) apetitiosos no "colo" da Mendes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340101705410717394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShvaNT92ptI/AAAAAAAAD1w/ty8rITHtNpg/s320/P1070942.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;C) como adereço nos óculos do Chicha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJIPkOvRI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/gPpnv18sDOw/s1600-h/P1070931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339942189144128786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJIPkOvRI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/gPpnv18sDOw/s320/P1070931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D)no seio da Chaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJC2C2PMI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/RLAWyM-SoU4/s1600-h/P1070932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339942096393878722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJC2C2PMI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/RLAWyM-SoU4/s320/P1070932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E) no cena do Lopes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtI-FOgv2I/AAAAAAAAD1I/gF9DHvm3lWw/s1600-h/P1070940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339942014569987938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtI-FOgv2I/AAAAAAAAD1I/gF9DHvm3lWw/s320/P1070940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F) nas axilas da Costa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtI4xFPqYI/AAAAAAAAD1A/3C8u_w3JZxg/s1600-h/P1070944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339941923263064450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtI4xFPqYI/AAAAAAAAD1A/3C8u_w3JZxg/s320/P1070944.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; G)no pescoço do Macias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtIzqOqKsI/AAAAAAAAD04/xhB-6rksHSw/s1600-h/P1070945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339941835524156098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtIzqOqKsI/AAAAAAAAD04/xhB-6rksHSw/s320/P1070945.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H) no bumbum do Pereira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtIt9r-LdI/AAAAAAAAD0w/v6Wc0uoaPFE/s1600-h/P1070946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339941737668160978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtIt9r-LdI/AAAAAAAAD0w/v6Wc0uoaPFE/s320/P1070946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I) no entre seios - sovacos da Cardoso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtH50AwSvI/AAAAAAAAD0o/9RRClOhL0os/s1600-h/P1070947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339940841717779186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtH50AwSvI/AAAAAAAAD0o/9RRClOhL0os/s320/P1070947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J) no entre - pernas do Santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtHKMtLjTI/AAAAAAAAD0g/PyyBE8IW4lQ/s1600-h/P1070948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339940023712845106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtHKMtLjTI/AAAAAAAAD0g/PyyBE8IW4lQ/s320/P1070948.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;L) presos na mão da Sousa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtHEhPVncI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/60J8KjTesmg/s1600-h/P1070949.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339939926145605058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtHEhPVncI/AAAAAAAAD0Y/60J8KjTesmg/s320/P1070949.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M)nas costas da Silva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340102337170879442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShvayFdNs9I/AAAAAAAAD2A/BWUisMXJAtk/s320/P1070943.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;N) no cinto do VIVI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtG-pgWhLI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/lc8kGq-HRGE/s1600-h/P1070950.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339939825285235890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtG-pgWhLI/AAAAAAAAD0Q/lc8kGq-HRGE/s320/P1070950.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O) nas orelhas do Pinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtG53JNVLI/AAAAAAAAD0I/djiAkhs1aQs/s1600-h/P1070951.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339939743046915250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtG53JNVLI/AAAAAAAAD0I/djiAkhs1aQs/s320/P1070951.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; P)na cabeça do Courgete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtGTzUyCFI/AAAAAAAAD0A/1sij7o-w8wI/s1600-h/P1070952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339939089186687058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtGTzUyCFI/AAAAAAAAD0A/1sij7o-w8wI/s320/P1070952.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Q) nas pernas da Gameiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtGKrQM0pI/AAAAAAAADz4/w8EnJ9H-h7g/s1600-h/P1070953.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339938932401164946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtGKrQM0pI/AAAAAAAADz4/w8EnJ9H-h7g/s320/P1070953.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; R) na carinha laroca da Teodoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtF0kXvm4I/AAAAAAAADzw/oKG4P9Mhqd4/s1600-h/P1070969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339938552596634498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtF0kXvm4I/AAAAAAAADzw/oKG4P9Mhqd4/s320/P1070969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por fim...a foto dos Inventores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tem 1m para colocar o bróculo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtEwljBhbI/AAAAAAAADzg/MkUXcj4gVcY/s1600-h/P1070970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339937384681276850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtEwljBhbI/AAAAAAAADzg/MkUXcj4gVcY/s320/P1070970.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E depois de tanto vegetal, nada como disfarçar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dançando ao som da selecção fantástica dos Noivos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtEmV1PoSI/AAAAAAAADzY/8YAWgpJkZXY/s1600-h/P1070974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339937208664039714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtEmV1PoSI/AAAAAAAADzY/8YAWgpJkZXY/s320/P1070974.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow the...."heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtEZE5QQYI/AAAAAAAADzQ/yE523r1FPr0/s1600-h/P1070975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339936980779155842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtEZE5QQYI/AAAAAAAADzQ/yE523r1FPr0/s320/P1070975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo algo mais disparatado e totalmente eléctrizante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas extremamente engraçado e pululante:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtEMeQCsmI/AAAAAAAADzI/N470rUxihng/s1600-h/P1070977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339936764247323234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtEMeQCsmI/AAAAAAAADzI/N470rUxihng/s320/P1070977.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; e nesta parte nem a Noiva escapou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339937493603317890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtE27UD-II/AAAAAAAADzo/hmjvD2ZhJPE/s320/P1070966.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Obrigada Patrícia por este dia fantástico,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;reunido de amigos de longa, longa data!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos a casar COURGETE E BERINGELA...para podermos contar com a presença de todos bem vestidos...E SUPER DIVERTIDOS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-7628671628082181764?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7628671628082181764/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=7628671628082181764' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7628671628082181764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7628671628082181764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/parte-vegetal-do-casamentocorguete-ou.html' title='A parte BROCULAR de um Casamento!!!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShtJRrmsl6I/AAAAAAAAD1o/xkKX5Amz_70/s72-c/P1070939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-7081832757408626043</id><published>2009-05-11T00:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:19:52.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poncha de Cebolada...Hummmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;E sempre que há festa...nós marcamos presença!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Neste fim de semana comemorava-se a Festa da Cebola no Caniço:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyzYEs0kI/AAAAAAAADzA/w5lOJCNzLYY/s1600-h/P1070747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339917641394737730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyzYEs0kI/AAAAAAAADzA/w5lOJCNzLYY/s320/P1070747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Confesso que o efeito de comer Cebola em Vinagrete não pode ser o melhor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há os que cantam... e os que colocam cenas na cabeça!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsysI07ngI/AAAAAAAADy4/4XpFzCHYCow/s1600-h/P1070749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339917517042982402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsysI07ngI/AAAAAAAADy4/4XpFzCHYCow/s320/P1070749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois o efeito pode ser de tal modo perturbador,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que há quem desenhe anéis de flores nos dedos dos outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsylFVYCvI/AAAAAAAADyw/1z9EhwMWd3E/s1600-h/P1070756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339917395846236914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsylFVYCvI/AAAAAAAADyw/1z9EhwMWd3E/s320/P1070756.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claro que, para que a inspiração não falte...&lt;br /&gt;o bolo do caco com manteiga é a solução.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsydYt1IPI/AAAAAAAADyo/8KxODBcivlo/s1600-h/P1070758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339917263610126578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsydYt1IPI/AAAAAAAADyo/8KxODBcivlo/s320/P1070758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois as fotos valem por si só!&lt;br /&gt;Estes de certo vieram de outro planeta( onde se usam cenas estranhas na cabeça, lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyYQXmY-I/AAAAAAAADyg/nWVB_M1xQuY/s1600-h/P1070762.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339917175470056418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyYQXmY-I/AAAAAAAADyg/nWVB_M1xQuY/s320/P1070762.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; estes tentaram ficar bem na foto( os ferrinhos nem aparecem Magui!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyTk4p7tI/AAAAAAAADyY/gpjlxOOjSDM/s1600-h/P1070776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339917095078063826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyTk4p7tI/AAAAAAAADyY/gpjlxOOjSDM/s320/P1070776.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E por último há os do sorriso quase PEPSODENTE:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyH73o7mI/AAAAAAAADyQ/_1MXiSPtPMU/s1600-h/P1070777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339916895089389154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyH73o7mI/AAAAAAAADyQ/_1MXiSPtPMU/s320/P1070777.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A noite só termina depois de elaborada a lista de desejos do Rezingão I.º Lugar no Pódio:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1)Ter Tomate Activo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Apenas Qualidade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3)"Amor" aos 30;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4)Besuntar tudo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5)"Bicha"duas vezes ao dia;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6)Controlar o seu "amor";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7)Não aos Semi - Beijos;&lt;br /&gt;8)Gosto de pés e de Cholé;&lt;br /&gt;9)Contra a Circuncisão;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10)Mulher Maduras;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11)Ter muita Garganta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12) Não quer beijos da São&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13).....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-7081832757408626043?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7081832757408626043/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=7081832757408626043' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7081832757408626043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7081832757408626043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/poncha-de-ceboladahummmm.html' title='Poncha de Cebolada...Hummmm'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShsyzYEs0kI/AAAAAAAADzA/w5lOJCNzLYY/s72-c/P1070747.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-3662256468000111335</id><published>2009-05-04T23:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T01:21:06.944+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Grotox, passando pelo Paulo Gonzo até ao PM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estes doidos decidiram sair de Machico e ir para o outro lado da ilha:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas claro que a passagem pela Serra de água...deixa sempre marcas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXTOtg9YXI/AAAAAAAADyI/TFJ-Y3Pmuy8/s1600-h/P1070318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338405183007056242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXTOtg9YXI/AAAAAAAADyI/TFJ-Y3Pmuy8/s320/P1070318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Depois de chegarmos ao Porto Moniz e arrumar malas, malinhas e maletas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( alías não sabemos andar sem ser com a casa às costas) fomos ver um espectáculo fantástico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;à Casa das Mudas ---Grotox!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXS-5ckdVI/AAAAAAAADyA/tOduAq8efq0/s1600-h/P1070330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338404911331964242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXS-5ckdVI/AAAAAAAADyA/tOduAq8efq0/s320/P1070330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No espectáculo conhecemos uma amiga do Pedro - PAULA -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que desde logo "entrou"no nosso espirito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O espectáculo "Grotox",mexeu connosco, de corpo e alma e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada como ir desanuviar com o Paulo Gonzo na Ribeira Brava:) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXS6OZKvCI/AAAAAAAADx4/9ViLL2p8VXc/s1600-h/P1070354.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338404831055494178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXS6OZKvCI/AAAAAAAADx4/9ViLL2p8VXc/s320/P1070354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não entendi lá muito bem o que aconteceu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas a música do Paulo Gonzo deve ter algum efeito sobre algumas pessoas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque em cima do muro o que se passava era deveras estranho, lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSzk71EQI/AAAAAAAADxw/Tsq86uWWzpo/s1600-h/P1070365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338404716847370498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSzk71EQI/AAAAAAAADxw/Tsq86uWWzpo/s320/P1070365.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do Paulo Gonzo, de um amigo nosso, ter tido um ataque de cegueira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e de eu ter feito um filme inteiro....rumámos ao PMoniz para descansar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na casa da jony...organizámos camas e aproveitámos para dizer disparates e beber chá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Magui queria era bolachas de chocolate e o Mingos ir escutar o casal da casa ao lado,lol! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSfoaBKPI/AAAAAAAADxo/YdMVWd3-R8M/s1600-h/P1070389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338404374181914866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSfoaBKPI/AAAAAAAADxo/YdMVWd3-R8M/s320/P1070389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um pequeno almoço pelas 13h da tarde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nada como ir passear pelo Porto Moniz, por alguns dos sítios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;onde fui feliz e outros menos feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas a foto da praxe não podia faltar...e mais um murito! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSYZ2CCLI/AAAAAAAADxg/zBfOrtXTJDo/s1600-h/P1070401.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338404250013796530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSYZ2CCLI/AAAAAAAADxg/zBfOrtXTJDo/s320/P1070401.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pelas 17h fomos almoçar e comemos um arroz de lapas fantástico:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Depois e antes de deixarmos a nossa anfitriã, passámos na Poncha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;andámos de baloiço, fizemos brindes, tirámos fotos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Enfim, o que o pessoal faz quando está com amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSSseO9MI/AAAAAAAADxY/c9KCsgoH56o/s1600-h/P1070402.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338404151935038658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSSseO9MI/AAAAAAAADxY/c9KCsgoH56o/s320/P1070402.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Esta é a Paula, a amiga do Pedro, e foi uma bela surpresa!&lt;br /&gt;Tens de voltar Paulita:)&lt;br /&gt;Há imensa poncha por aqui à tua espera.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de duas ponchas....as fotos já ficam mais "estrambólicas"?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSJMH80BI/AAAAAAAADxQ/-1ull5A3LIY/s1600-h/P1070410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338403988632817682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSJMH80BI/AAAAAAAADxQ/-1ull5A3LIY/s320/P1070410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como não podia deixar de ser....uma foto de sumo de laranja&lt;br /&gt;para brindar ao FDS, à Paula e a nós:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSFZ4fmBI/AAAAAAAADxI/sICjxcySh3E/s1600-h/P1070412.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338403923606607890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXSFZ4fmBI/AAAAAAAADxI/sICjxcySh3E/s320/P1070412.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; À volta obrigatoriamente temos que passar na Serra de Água...&lt;br /&gt;e para acompanhar mais uma poncha...nada como um brinde com e ao&lt;br /&gt;pão com chouriço!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Este início e fim de noite ficou marcado por inúmeras confissões,&lt;br /&gt;desconfianças, apostas e cenas maradas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXR6al8zII/AAAAAAAADxA/9VTh5pfCEXU/s1600-h/P1070419.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338403734818704514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXR6al8zII/AAAAAAAADxA/9VTh5pfCEXU/s320/P1070419.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Eu apenas posso concluir que me devem três ponchas....&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei a aposta!E atenção...nunca tinha apostado com tantas regras, lol.&lt;br /&gt;Pessoal....'bora repetir?&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/5789304-3662256468000111335?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3662256468000111335/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=3662256468000111335' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3662256468000111335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3662256468000111335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/do-grotox-passando-pelo-paulo-gonzo-ate.html' title='Do Grotox, passando pelo Paulo Gonzo até ao PM...'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ShXTOtg9YXI/AAAAAAAADyI/TFJ-Y3Pmuy8/s72-c/P1070318.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-7093207615559614089</id><published>2009-05-03T12:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:11:56.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe...Gosto de Ti como daqui até à lua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SgAeeUg8c5I/AAAAAAAADw4/6x1BNDdoLgY/s1600-h/DSCF2207-Dia+da+M%C3%A3e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332295465058464658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SgAeeUg8c5I/AAAAAAAADw4/6x1BNDdoLgY/s320/DSCF2207-Dia+da+M%C3%A3e.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MÃE&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;GOSTO DE TI PORQUE SIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E É TÃO GOSTAR ASSIM:)&lt;/span&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/5789304-7093207615559614089?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7093207615559614089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=7093207615559614089' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7093207615559614089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7093207615559614089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/05/maegosto-de-ti-como-daqui-ate-lua.html' title='Mãe...Gosto de Ti como daqui até à lua!'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SgAeeUg8c5I/AAAAAAAADw4/6x1BNDdoLgY/s72-c/DSCF2207-Dia+da+M%C3%A3e.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-482730859972235261</id><published>2009-04-29T01:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:21:11.657+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje vou querer roubar-te outra vez..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não estou a conseguir postar os videos do Youtube....por isso aqui fica o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T21RwYkjr8w"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; para poderem ouvir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não sei quantas vezes te vais matar até eu cair&lt;br /&gt; Eu não sei quantas vezes vais fugir para não voltar&lt;br /&gt; Eu não sei qual das fugas iguais será excepção&lt;br /&gt; E talvez um dia seja eu a largar a mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu quero ver quantas vezes me vais ferir até ganhar&lt;br /&gt; Quero saber se o que vem te dá razões para confiar&lt;br /&gt; e entender que eu te sei sarar, te sei fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hoje vou-te querer roubar outra vez&lt;br /&gt; Hoje vou-te querer provar outra vez&lt;br /&gt; Vem viajar e ficando para depois... os dois...&lt;br /&gt; E ninguém te vai prometer que é para sempre a paixão&lt;br /&gt; E ninguém te vai jurar que é o fim da solidão&lt;br /&gt; Mas eu não te sei apagar sem que possas entender:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; o que o acaso nos mostrou a razão fez esquecer...&lt;br /&gt; Porque eu sei que existir ao pé de ti é bem melhor&lt;br /&gt; Eu sei que depois da tempestade vem azul&lt;br /&gt;Eu já sei de cor o espaço do teu corpo para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou-te querer roubar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou-te querer provar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Vem viajar e ficando para depois... os dois...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei quantas vezes te vais matar até cair&lt;br /&gt;Mas se é tão fácil escurecer e tão simples eu fugir...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou-te querer roubar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou-te querer provar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Vem viajar e ficando para depois, os dois."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in - Tiago Bettencourt e os Mantha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-482730859972235261?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/482730859972235261/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=482730859972235261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/482730859972235261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/482730859972235261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-vou-querer-roubar-te-outra-vez.html' title='Hoje vou querer roubar-te outra vez..'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5750454996202210682</id><published>2009-04-28T00:06:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T00:30:35.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois de uma sexta feira alucinante....Uma música desconcertante:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uma festa na calheta, só pode ser muito fixe, se estiver lá pessoal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que aluga esperguiçadeiras ou cadeiras para ver um concerto às 00h da matina:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY9QTWp80I/AAAAAAAADww/7SKJkan85fM/s1600-h/P1070256+-+DONOS+DAS+ESPERGUI%C3%87ADEIRAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514559322059586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY9QTWp80I/AAAAAAAADww/7SKJkan85fM/s320/P1070256+-+DONOS+DAS+ESPERGUI%C3%87ADEIRAS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uma festa na calheta, só pode ser o máximo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se a conversa for tão interessante a ponto de cada um olhar para lados opostos:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY9JghTxhI/AAAAAAAADwo/yQCzqlmHM7A/s1600-h/P1070233-CONVERSA+DA+TRETA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514442597320210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY9JghTxhI/AAAAAAAADwo/yQCzqlmHM7A/s320/P1070233-CONVERSA+DA+TRETA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Um festa na Calheta, só pode ser "IN", se as pessoal decidirem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;pousar para as fotos e outras serem obrigadas a tal:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY9ATbgQMI/AAAAAAAADwg/SgvebwfeP44/s1600-h/P1070236-FOTO+SIM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514284464488642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY9ATbgQMI/AAAAAAAADwg/SgvebwfeP44/s320/P1070236-FOTO+SIM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Uma festa na Calheta, só pode ser diferente se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;o emplastro tentar aparecer e um outro tentar desaparecer:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY86joB3XI/AAAAAAAADwY/nJcw2El8rAU/s1600-h/P1070235Jony+e+NM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514185732775282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY86joB3XI/AAAAAAAADwY/nJcw2El8rAU/s320/P1070235Jony+e+NM.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Uma festa na Calheta, só pode ser original,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;se houver um que faz caretas sempre que vir uma máquina:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY81kuIohI/AAAAAAAADwQ/VEiqGVv_60o/s1600-h/P1070241+-+COREOGRAFIA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514100127474194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY81kuIohI/AAAAAAAADwQ/VEiqGVv_60o/s320/P1070241+-+COREOGRAFIA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma festa na Calheta, só é festa, se o ambiente estiver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;fixe o tempo porreiro:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8v1iQ4II/AAAAAAAADwI/w970k7X7G1Q/s1600-h/P1070244+-+AMBIENTE+GERAL.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329514001561870466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8v1iQ4II/AAAAAAAADwI/w970k7X7G1Q/s320/P1070244+-+AMBIENTE+GERAL.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Uma festa na Calheta, só pode ser "A FESTA",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;se houver "gajedo"do melhor:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8qc9p6hI/AAAAAAAADwA/xZo5L6fPOaA/s1600-h/P1070242-GAJAS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513909066525202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8qc9p6hI/AAAAAAAADwA/xZo5L6fPOaA/s320/P1070242-GAJAS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uma festa na Calheta, só pode ser estranha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;se cairem do céu, seres estranhos movidos a àgua:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8ijrhd-I/AAAAAAAADv4/2Q4GJSMucPA/s1600-h/P1070248-QUEM+E+QUE+OS+TROUXE.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513773430568930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8ijrhd-I/AAAAAAAADv4/2Q4GJSMucPA/s320/P1070248-QUEM+E+QUE+OS+TROUXE.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Uma festa na Calheta, só pode ser  um must,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;se os Gajos do grupo fizerem parvoeira:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8dlFJUxI/AAAAAAAADvw/Gd0ILvbWkIE/s1600-h/P1070249-GAJOS.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513687907128082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8dlFJUxI/AAAAAAAADvw/Gd0ILvbWkIE/s320/P1070249-GAJOS.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;Uma festa na Calheta só pode ser festa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;se nós lá estivermos para curtir, rir e divertir:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8XWH_yPI/AAAAAAAADvo/l7RWYVNTpz4/s1600-h/P1070251-EFEITO+DA+%C3%A1AGUA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513580813338866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8XWH_yPI/AAAAAAAADvo/l7RWYVNTpz4/s320/P1070251-EFEITO+DA+%C3%A1AGUA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Uma festa na Calheta, ainda é melhor,se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;encontrarmos o Casal Maravilha NV:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8GULvoPI/AAAAAAAADvg/n8DTgrC5oXg/s1600-h/P1070258-CASAL+MARAVILHA.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329513288234410226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY8GULvoPI/AAAAAAAADvg/n8DTgrC5oXg/s320/P1070258-CASAL+MARAVILHA.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Uma festa é sempre uma festa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se tiver boa música é uma "ganda" festa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;se o Tiago Bettencourt cantar com aquela voz rouca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e nos fizer pensar no que canta já e uma MEGA festa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e claro....só é mesmo uma HIPER FESTA &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SE NÓS NÃO FALTARMOS:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-5750454996202210682?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5750454996202210682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5750454996202210682' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5750454996202210682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5750454996202210682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/depois-de-uma-sexta-feira-alucinanteuma.html' title='Depois de uma sexta feira alucinante....Uma música desconcertante:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SfY9QTWp80I/AAAAAAAADww/7SKJkan85fM/s72-c/P1070256+-+DONOS+DAS+ESPERGUI%C3%87ADEIRAS.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-3397958252410639922</id><published>2009-04-17T13:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:41:45.332+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid em Abril....Aventuras Mil! - "A Arte I"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sesff0EV66I/AAAAAAAADu4/7KLZp_tpeng/s1600-h/Hans_Baldung_009%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;A estadia em Madrid, além de todas a aventuras e risadas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;deu-nos a possibilidade de visitar alguns museus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; - Museu do Prado;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;  - Museu Thyssen-Bornemisza;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; - Museu Nacional Centro de Arte de Reina Sofia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;De entre os muitos quadros que vimos, e foram imensos, houve alguns que nos chamaram mais atenção.Ou pelas cores, ou pelo desnho, ou mesmo por náo entendermos o que queria o pintor passar para a tela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hieronymus Bosh - &lt;strong&gt;Os sete pecados capitais&lt;/strong&gt; - 1480 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesfCFgSWOI/AAAAAAAADuw/-itZ1gxJwa8/s1600-h/hieronymus_bosch-_the_seven_deadly_sins_and_the_four_last_things%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326385104993540322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesfCFgSWOI/AAAAAAAADuw/-itZ1gxJwa8/s320/hieronymus_bosch-_the_seven_deadly_sins_and_the_four_last_things%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francisco de Goya - &lt;strong&gt;Os &lt;/strong&gt;f&lt;strong&gt;uzilamentos de três de Maio&lt;/strong&gt; - 1808&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sese5w9wl6I/AAAAAAAADuo/jsxfs-UGDek/s1600-h/22g%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326384962041059234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sese5w9wl6I/AAAAAAAADuo/jsxfs-UGDek/s320/22g%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hieronymus Bosh - &lt;strong&gt;Jardim das Delícias&lt;/strong&gt; - 1504&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeseISnYGcI/AAAAAAAADuI/KY-va6x0v3I/s1600-h/bosch_garden_earthly_delights%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326384112080525762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeseISnYGcI/AAAAAAAADuI/KY-va6x0v3I/s320/bosch_garden_earthly_delights%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oscar Dominguez - Máquina de coser electrosexual - 1934&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sesd0nCZqYI/AAAAAAAADtw/f_Gov5DcFmQ/s1600-h/Oscar+Dominguez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383773965199746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sesd0nCZqYI/AAAAAAAADtw/f_Gov5DcFmQ/s320/Oscar+Dominguez.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Diego Rodríguez de Silva y Velázquez  - &lt;strong&gt;A Família de Filipe IV ou "As Meninas"&lt;/strong&gt; - 1656&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesdoZeDOEI/AAAAAAAADto/SV4Ll2T4CzU/s1600-h/las_meninas%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383564164642882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 313px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesdoZeDOEI/AAAAAAAADto/SV4Ll2T4CzU/s320/las_meninas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Joan Miró - &lt;strong&gt;Bailarina II&lt;/strong&gt; - 1925&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesdQUGIRHI/AAAAAAAADtg/ydwPHSbHaRU/s1600-h/bailarinna%2520%2520miro%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326383150405272690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesdQUGIRHI/AAAAAAAADtg/ydwPHSbHaRU/s320/bailarinna%2520%2520miro%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiziano Vecellio - &lt;strong&gt;Bacanal &lt;/strong&gt;- 1518&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesdHUkJj0I/AAAAAAAADtY/fjVXa061kGY/s1600-h/bachanal%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326382995912363842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesdHUkJj0I/AAAAAAAADtY/fjVXa061kGY/s320/bachanal%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; Estes, foram alguns dos que vimos nos vários museus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt; posteriormente colocarei a análise de cada um deles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Vale a pena saber!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/5789304-3397958252410639922?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3397958252410639922/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=3397958252410639922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3397958252410639922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3397958252410639922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/madrid-em-abrilaventuras-mil-arte-i.html' title='Madrid em Abril....Aventuras Mil! - &quot;A Arte I&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SesfCFgSWOI/AAAAAAAADuw/-itZ1gxJwa8/s72-c/hieronymus_bosch-_the_seven_deadly_sins_and_the_four_last_things%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4155430961773296213</id><published>2009-04-10T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:47:37.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrid em Abril...Aventuras Mil:) - "O Grupo"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;No dia que chegámos e depois de uma "ENORME"e  primeira aventura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;nada como um capuccino, chá de Robaios e chocolate quente para desocntrair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxnXhFctI/AAAAAAAADtQ/_tMfjRbnf_c/s1600-h/Cafe+%26+Tea.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323379680693547730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxnXhFctI/AAAAAAAADtQ/_tMfjRbnf_c/s320/Cafe+%26+Tea.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A questão que se impõe aqui é: onde estáo as TULIPAS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxf6iJgRI/AAAAAAAADtI/o32o2xe4fLs/s1600-h/Passeio+Del+Prado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323379552654295314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxf6iJgRI/AAAAAAAADtI/o32o2xe4fLs/s320/Passeio+Del+Prado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Por vezes eramos afectados uns pelos outros e nada como tirar fotos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;tendo como obejctivo cortar a metade da estátua e fazer poses idiotas:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxHMIzREI/AAAAAAAADtA/Jlpyh5tKbkQ/s1600-h/Plaza+kk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323379127883088962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxHMIzREI/AAAAAAAADtA/Jlpyh5tKbkQ/s320/Plaza+kk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Iamos ver o "Joaquim Cortez" e decidimos ir jantar ao Vips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A comida não chegava, nós cheios de fome e o espetáculo a começae dentro de 20 minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Solução três em UM: Foto Automática!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxCFysSoI/AAAAAAAADs4/ODRkkz-ekL4/s1600-h/Vips.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323379040280398466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxCFysSoI/AAAAAAAADs4/ODRkkz-ekL4/s320/Vips.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Em Madrid as fachadas dos monumentos sáo bonitas e existem muitas estátuas pelo meio da rua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Com esta ( Homem do Bumbum)apeteceu-nos brincar:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;1.º - De frente( Fronha Sorridente)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBw8keJEaI/AAAAAAAADsw/d_wno04KDyk/s1600-h/Homem+de+Cu(+Frente).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323378945436488098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBw8keJEaI/AAAAAAAADsw/d_wno04KDyk/s320/Homem+de+Cu(+Frente).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;2.º - De cu voltado para MIM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBw3NJTxTI/AAAAAAAADso/tjj7uNfKjzo/s1600-h/Imitando+Homem+Cu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323378853275747634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBw3NJTxTI/AAAAAAAADso/tjj7uNfKjzo/s320/Imitando+Homem+Cu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A fome ataca, a parvoeira aumenta...em pleno paseio del prado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;nada como mais umas fotos de grupo...NORMALÍSSIMAS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBwvhXxurI/AAAAAAAADsg/DqNRW24KEN4/s1600-h/Ao+molho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323378721266186930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBwvhXxurI/AAAAAAAADsg/DqNRW24KEN4/s320/Ao+molho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chegados ao Arco do Triunfo Madrileno...nada como uma fota&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;tirada por um Japones...mas que afinal náo era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;(Nunca entendi a cena de apanhar o monumento todo e nós ficarmos na foto tipo formigas?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBwXihw_tI/AAAAAAAADsQ/KxViakpmi8k/s1600-h/Arco+Triunfo+Madrileno.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323378309259656914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBwXihw_tI/AAAAAAAADsQ/KxViakpmi8k/s320/Arco+Triunfo+Madrileno.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No palácio Cristal a prioridade máxima era encontrar um WC!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBv8gu0q_I/AAAAAAAADsA/t_ARY30B3KE/s1600-h/Pal%C3%A1cio+Cristal.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323377844921084914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBv8gu0q_I/AAAAAAAADsA/t_ARY30B3KE/s320/Pal%C3%A1cio+Cristal.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Tinhamos decidido ir ao Prado...mas náo sei que nos deu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;que fomos para um MINI PRADO( para mim, anexo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;que estava fechado ao Fins de Semana e Festivos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O pior é que nada batia certo com o guia( Grátis aos Domingos)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ficámos todos meios abananados, e mais vez: FOTOS (pensando nas colecçoes condensadas!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBv27lLzJI/AAAAAAAADr4/KMDGv9PtkdY/s1600-h/Mini+Prado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323377749049199762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBv27lLzJI/AAAAAAAADr4/KMDGv9PtkdY/s320/Mini+Prado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Já no último dia, e sem muito para fazer( porque o VERDADEIRO PRADO estava fechado à 2.ª),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;decidimos andar pela Chueca e Malasana e passámos pela casa assombrada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E então: Foto!Esta cheia de pormenor se repararem....( Jony, ham?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBvuGbFCTI/AAAAAAAADrw/pHJLNUxP5go/s1600-h/Casa+Assombrada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323377597340780850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBvuGbFCTI/AAAAAAAADrw/pHJLNUxP5go/s320/Casa+Assombrada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Proximamente colocarei individuais....e claro monumentais!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;(Só é pena não ter da estação de Metro de "Nuevos Ministérios"....certo Tânia?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-4155430961773296213?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4155430961773296213/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4155430961773296213' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4155430961773296213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4155430961773296213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/madrid-em-abrilaventuras-mil-o-grupo.html' title='Madrid em Abril...Aventuras Mil:) - &quot;O Grupo&quot;'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBxnXhFctI/AAAAAAAADtQ/_tMfjRbnf_c/s72-c/Cafe+%26+Tea.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-3776088930659510814</id><published>2009-04-09T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T01:27:32.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Madeira....para Madrid ( As pessoas....)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Jony desafiou-me devagarinho....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"Su...estava a pensar em ir a Madrid na Páscoa"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;E eu digo:"Sim! 'Bora comprar os bilhetes...!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6NWAVO_TI/AAAAAAAADqI/L85YU5U9fMw/s1600-h/Jony.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322847218784206130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6NWAVO_TI/AAAAAAAADqI/L85YU5U9fMw/s320/Jony.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Esta flor tem uma história, lol, e espero que o "Roaquim" a guarde junto peito....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6NPwWd45I/AAAAAAAADqA/1g2PFjUSyag/s1600-h/Su.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322847111415194514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6NPwWd45I/AAAAAAAADqA/1g2PFjUSyag/s320/Su.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu e a Jony conbinámos as datas e informámos a Dulce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;companheira de férias sempre presente:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6NCP-vQxI/AAAAAAAADp4/Xm6Zi3Cv1hE/s1600-h/Dulce.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322846879387435794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6NCP-vQxI/AAAAAAAADp4/Xm6Zi3Cv1hE/s320/Dulce.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Como eram uns dias....decidimos arriscar e levar "cobaias"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Magna foi a primeira a morder o ISCO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6M7rpAbxI/AAAAAAAADpw/NE5aXCvlbqU/s1600-h/Magna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322846766553394962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6M7rpAbxI/AAAAAAAADpw/NE5aXCvlbqU/s320/Magna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;O Martinho tinha regressado e nada como levá-lo para tomar conta de gajas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6MzQqs7eI/AAAAAAAADpo/ncNeEwx_t-8/s1600-h/Martinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322846621873794530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6MzQqs7eI/AAAAAAAADpo/ncNeEwx_t-8/s320/Martinho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;A Tânia, embora não sendo a primeira a morder o Isco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;foi a primeira a ser praxada:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6Mo2ueg9I/AAAAAAAADpg/1dRs3yBtHWg/s1600-h/Tania.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322846443111613394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6Mo2ueg9I/AAAAAAAADpg/1dRs3yBtHWg/s320/Tania.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pessoal....adorei as mini férias, mesmo com tudo o que nunca nos tinha acontecido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com todas as aventuras, com todas as maluqueiras....RIMOS À BRAVA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um brinde à proxima, já sem praxes , certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-3776088930659510814?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3776088930659510814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=3776088930659510814' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3776088930659510814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3776088930659510814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/da-madeirapara-madrid-as-pessoas.html' title='Da Madeira....para Madrid ( As pessoas....)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd6NWAVO_TI/AAAAAAAADqI/L85YU5U9fMw/s72-c/Jony.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-7573611505200761257</id><published>2009-04-08T23:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:49:40.389+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joaquim Cortez.....Te quiero Mucho:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A nossa estadia em Madrid teve mil e uma aventuras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas o espectáculo do Joaquim Cortez( leia-se Roaquim...),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;foi divinal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd50ON-XT7I/AAAAAAAADpY/jQTxZqzHyyA/s1600-h/Joaquim+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322819597216731058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd50ON-XT7I/AAAAAAAADpY/jQTxZqzHyyA/s320/Joaquim+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Sentados na antepenúltima fila do Teatro Compac Gran Via,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;na entresuelo lateral par, assiento 20 e fila 12, vibrei desde o momento que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o Joaquim entrou no Palco:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd50FnB7b4I/AAAAAAAADpQ/vObHUU81Ruc/s1600-h/Joaquim0.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322819449323745154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd50FnB7b4I/AAAAAAAADpQ/vObHUU81Ruc/s320/Joaquim0.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Bati palmas sempre que pude, gritei por ele, não conseguia estar quieta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Senti o estômago às voltas durante 2 horas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5z_Z8r38I/AAAAAAAADpI/VfOJhm0HwaY/s1600-h/Joaquim2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322819342732877762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5z_Z8r38I/AAAAAAAADpI/VfOJhm0HwaY/s320/Joaquim2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Minha nossa senhora...cada vez que o Joaquim dançava,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;as quatras gajas da fila 12, abanavam!Uma delas, eu.....Gritava!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5z4OZCRRI/AAAAAAAADpA/s3BPh30_CYI/s1600-h/Joaquim3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322819219371476242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5z4OZCRRI/AAAAAAAADpA/s3BPh30_CYI/s320/Joaquim3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O espectáculo do Joaquim Cortez envolvia dança, movimento, música, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;flamenco e muitas emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Além dos meus assobios e da Tânia....havia muita concorrência pelo assistência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5zzFOf_yI/AAAAAAAADo4/KUVFDA1xcXg/s1600-h/Joaquim4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322819131012022050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5zzFOf_yI/AAAAAAAADo4/KUVFDA1xcXg/s320/Joaquim4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;As bailarinas estavam lindas, as cores escolhidas e os efeitos das cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fantásticos e a coordenação entre todos fabulosa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Já não me lembrava de ver um espectáculo tão bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5ztYqEVgI/AAAAAAAADow/w69QZgRL_ws/s1600-h/Joaquim5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322819033148708354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5ztYqEVgI/AAAAAAAADow/w69QZgRL_ws/s320/Joaquim5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu já pedia a todos os santinhos para que no final do espectáculo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o "Roaquim" fosse até ao Hostal Miralva, quarto 9, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5zkSVkJ0I/AAAAAAAADoo/JFW9lKlw-34/s1600-h/Joaquim6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322818876833277762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5zkSVkJ0I/AAAAAAAADoo/JFW9lKlw-34/s320/Joaquim6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No meio das danças, era permitido aplaudir, mandar apupos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Num desses momentos, ele estava a tirar o casaco e a gravata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e o pessoal( mulherio) dizia: Despe la camiseta Joaquim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E eu cá de cima....Despe...Despe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não sei que raio me passou pela cabeça, que grito "Despe-te Martinho!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Risada Total! A Dulce chorava de tanto rir:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322818764713792866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd5zdwqMlWI/AAAAAAAADog/4OT62leOadk/s320/Joaquim7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;No fim do espectáculo, sentiamos uma necessidade enorme de congratular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;o "Roaquim"....e gaja que é gaja, vai sempre ao WC no fim, para retocar maquilhagem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Eu, a Jony e a Dulce (últimas do WC), conseguimos ir atrás dos familiares não sei de quem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e eis que damos por nós no Camarim do "Roaquim"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A Dulce só dizia: "Isto deve ser família", mas eu e a Jony, nem ouviamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nisto....e quando estamos nos Camarins do Joaquim, ele sai duma sala,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;de robe azul, lavadito e nós( que náo conheciamos ninguém) damos uns passos em relação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;ao Sr.º.... e eis que aparece uma loira que pergunta para outra empinocada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Quem elas conhecem?"Foi o pânico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nós a menos de um metro do Joaquim e aquela mulherzinha a querer meter-se na nossa vidinha!!Raios e Coriscos:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A outra muito irritada, perguntava de onde éramos, como tinhamos entrado, quem conheciamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;e a Dulce cada vez mais branca a dizer entre dentes que iamos ser presas, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Nisto a mulher exaltou-se, nós não conseguiamos dar nenhuma resposta( por mais óbvios que fossem)e eu só dizia:"Pode dar esta flor ao Joaquim?!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Era uma simples flor de papel dada numa loja onde comprámos uma prenda para a Dulce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Mas a mulher não deixou e mandou-nos sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Cá fora e descontentes por não termos conseguido "hablar" com "Roaquim",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;fomos para as traseiras esperá.-lo...e eis que ele saiu e nós mais uma vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;( já sem a Dulce, que ainda estava abananada)lá fomos ter com ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;O "Roaquim"olhou para nós( outra vez)e ai conseguimos balbuciar algo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"Olá!Somos Portuguesas. Parabéns pelo excelento espetáculo.Foi Fantástico"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;E nisto, eu ofereco-lhe a Flor( que fui gozada toda a noite) e a Jony, ia sendo atropelado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;por um jipe( que ia a entrar no parque)porque estava especada de sorriso aberto a concordar com tudo o que lhe dizia...Até que o "Roquim"lhe diz: "Cuidado....Cuidado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Enfim.....JOAQUIM CORTEZ, GANHASTE UMA FÃ:)&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/5789304-7573611505200761257?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/7573611505200761257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=7573611505200761257' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7573611505200761257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/7573611505200761257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/joaquim-cortezte-quiero-mucho.html' title='Joaquim Cortez.....Te quiero Mucho:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sd50ON-XT7I/AAAAAAAADpY/jQTxZqzHyyA/s72-c/Joaquim+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5916013642225253579</id><published>2009-04-02T10:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T10:58:30.058+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Ultima Ceia em Lisboa....antes das Praxes:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Comecei a fazer de Guia Turística já na minha terra: LISBOA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E levei o grupo Madeirense a passear pelo Chiado e pelo Carmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBlqQZmcmI/AAAAAAAADrA/5C4Fong3y6k/s1600-h/Casal+M%26M.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323366536183181922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBlqQZmcmI/AAAAAAAADrA/5C4Fong3y6k/s320/Casal+M%26M.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A Magna sempre de volta dos animais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Fez-me lembrar uma situação em Arcos de Valdevez com o Matos e o Migas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;onde um rapaz (por sinal estranhíssimo), num cafe ao ar livre, me diz assim do nada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Sabes minha...eu tinha uma gaja há uns tempos!Mas depois, um dia acordei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;com uma saudades do meu Cão que me vim embora....(Eu: AH)Porra, era um Pit Bull:)"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323366440432689618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBlkrs54dI/AAAAAAAADq4/kEmqrjL51zw/s320/C%C3%A1o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aqui era o cantinho da "PASSA" e a Magna tomava conta da iguaria para o jantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Martinho ficou em pânico quando soube que era para 7 pessoas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323368915903100114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBn0xjCtNI/AAAAAAAADrQ/c6eXPxCADWA/s320/Confecc%C3%A7ao+do+Jantar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Na véspera de partimos para a que seria a grande aventura em Madrid, organizei um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;jantar lá em casa, para juntar os novos amigos com os mais antigos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323365544410711586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBkwhwnhiI/AAAAAAAADqo/_ceyqd2s9gM/s320/M%C3%A1rio+e+Magna.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para a última ceia, compareceram os fiéis companheiros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mário e Rita Chaves( que jantar connosco), e depois para café apareceu a Pat e o Pedro Matos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323365444869818226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBkqu8OB3I/AAAAAAAADqg/sUWrxWwADwc/s320/Mesa+com+Rita+Mario.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A foto da Praxe, que junta velhos com novos amigos:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Só faltava a Dulce que resolveu vir no dia da Viagem, perdendo um fantástico gelado e Limão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323365271678354322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBkgpwKA5I/AAAAAAAADqY/7cbWuyHabOo/s320/Mesa+com+Pat+Matos.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No fim, o pessoal já imaginava os 5 dias "mega" bem passados em Madrid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;nunca claro sonhando com as aventuras que vieram a ser vividas:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBkZ5uQkUI/AAAAAAAADqQ/VbqyxlG3ZiE/s1600-h/Sala+Jony+e+Martinho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323365155706278210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBkZ5uQkUI/AAAAAAAADqQ/VbqyxlG3ZiE/s320/Sala+Jony+e+Martinho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E mais uma vez, a minha casa é Ponto de Paragem Obrigatório( PPO)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para os que me visitam,  para os que partem comigo e  para os que aparecem à última da hora!&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/5789304-5916013642225253579?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5916013642225253579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=5916013642225253579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5916013642225253579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/5916013642225253579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/04/ultima-ceia-em-lisboaantes-das-praxes.html' title='A Ultima Ceia em Lisboa....antes das Praxes:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/SeBlqQZmcmI/AAAAAAAADrA/5C4Fong3y6k/s72-c/Casal+M%26M.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-4182877275002443204</id><published>2009-03-19T02:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T22:20:43.399Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia do FERNANDO COSTA:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ScGwyIJ3gBI/AAAAAAAADoY/MfH1qq0SJVM/s1600-h/P1020223-pai.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314723410502713362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ScGwyIJ3gBI/AAAAAAAADoY/MfH1qq0SJVM/s320/P1020223-pai.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Papá!Feliz dia!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Já me tinha lembrado deste dia a semana passada....mas depois, como "boa portuguesa" que sou pensei: depois compro uma lembrança e mando pelo correio."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O problema PAPAI, é que tenho tido tanto trabalho, que apenas ontem, quando me desloquei ao Funchal e vi "esparrapachado" na montra um postal enorme e em várias lojas escrito"Surpreenda o seu pai no próximo dia 19", que bati com o pé no cháo com força( discretamente, claro) e disse um palavrão, tal e qual a musica dos Lunáticos- Estou na Lua:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Depois lembrei-me que também já não tens idade para receber peluches, que uns chinelos também deves ter , gravatas são aos molhos e desde que andas de volta do demoníaco computador até altas horas da noite(o meu pai está um viciado na net, lol) que nem te lembrarias da prenda(pelo menos da minha) e que portanto assim que chegasse nas férias, te entregaria o famoso, fantástico e fabuloso "BOLO DE MEL"!Contudo não quero deixar passar em branco este dia(que deve ser todos os dias...mas eu não tinha fotos para todos os dias)e enviar-te um beijo enorme e um abraço daqueles apertadinhos:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bom dia do PAI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P. S - O mano que te compre uma cena "nética", tipo uma Web:)&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/5789304-4182877275002443204?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4182877275002443204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=4182877275002443204' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4182877275002443204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/4182877275002443204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/dia-do-fernando-costa.html' title='Dia do FERNANDO COSTA:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ScGwyIJ3gBI/AAAAAAAADoY/MfH1qq0SJVM/s72-c/P1020223-pai.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-9197986188701365918</id><published>2009-03-19T02:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T02:28:46.663Z</updated><title type='text'>Parabéns PAT SoLtEiRa:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ScGqkoREpcI/AAAAAAAADoQ/eyL4tKpbSGs/s1600-h/P1050106-patricia+e+joana.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314716581534934466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ScGqkoREpcI/AAAAAAAADoQ/eyL4tKpbSGs/s320/P1050106-patricia+e+joana.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amiga....são perto das 2h15 da matina!Acabei de ver testes, fazer um teste,começar um relatório, fazer uns ofícios e ainda elaborar o bolhetim mensal de actividades para a semana  do grupo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Olhei para trás, para ir arrumar um livro, e eis que te vejo na foto do teu convite de "matrimónio" com o mesmo sorriso de há 20 anos! Confesso que tive uma vontade enorme de te ligar para te dar os parabéns, para te dizer que estou muito feliz por ti e para acrescentar(que nunca é demais) que agradeço todas as conversas, brincadeiras, viagens e por ai:), mas fiquei a pensar que o Luís assim que me visse, na Páscoa, me fizesse um golpe daqueles que ele ensina e me estatelava em meio minuto no chão...e com razão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Passaram-se 20 anos desde que nos conhecemos, numa escola em Benfica "Delfim Santos", onde fizemos parte do Clube do Património, "navegámos" no Crioula, fizemos teatro, tinhamos paixões assolapadas por espremer as borbulhas do Pedro Matos, usávamos uns óculos fantásticos e umas roupas bués de nices!!!(BRRRR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E quando penso nisso, e nas anos seguinte, no secundário e na faculdade, nos amores e desamores dos vintes, nos sonhos para o futuro...."olho"para nós e apetece-me sorrir e dizer-te que te adoro e que estou e estarei sempre perto(emocionalmente)e que em Maio lá estarei, com imensas lágrimas abençoar e abraçar a tua decisão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Parabéns Patrícia...ainda Solteira, Gira e AMIGA do fundo do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;( amanhá quando ler isto...penso que o pleno chá verde e limão podia estar fora da validade, hehehhe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-9197986188701365918?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9197986188701365918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=9197986188701365918' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/9197986188701365918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/9197986188701365918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabens-pat-solteira.html' title='Parabéns PAT SoLtEiRa:)'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/ScGqkoREpcI/AAAAAAAADoQ/eyL4tKpbSGs/s72-c/P1050106-patricia+e+joana.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-3871859354852309049</id><published>2009-03-15T16:33:00.015Z</published><updated>2009-03-16T00:22:05.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Como fazer ovos de AVESTRUZ parecerem Kinder's?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando não se tem muito para fazer inventa-se....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ou melhor ainda, seguem-se ordens dada pela SU:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313489238276221890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1OT2VQq8I/AAAAAAAADoI/IlPRu9mEO_w/s320/P1060134-preparativos+do+OVO.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como diz o Mr. R's:"Os desejos da Su são OVOS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E eis que.....OVO n.º1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1OOCEZexI/AAAAAAAADoA/UBQQUxv_31A/s1600-h/P1060145-ovo+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313489138347506450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1OOCEZexI/AAAAAAAADoA/UBQQUxv_31A/s320/P1060145-ovo+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para avivar a criatividade....nada com uma salada frango com fruta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;acompanhada de um sumo pleno e com a ajuda do Mr. Morango:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313488516984971058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1Np3UBnzI/AAAAAAAADnw/MHnQP9DFB_4/s320/SDC10280-salada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para terminar a refeição nada como uma sobremesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;ligth..."Gelatina com iogurte natural" á la carta pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Chef de Braga"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NyslGY3I/AAAAAAAADn4/62_QjztDhlQ/s1600-h/P1060502-sobremesa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313488668722619250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NyslGY3I/AAAAAAAADn4/62_QjztDhlQ/s320/P1060502-sobremesa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No final do Jantar.....dois ovos prontos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Afinal o meu desejo eram 3.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NehbYVvI/AAAAAAAADno/Iveq2-68PRs/s1600-h/P1060401+-+2ovos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313488322131678962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NehbYVvI/AAAAAAAADno/Iveq2-68PRs/s320/P1060401+-+2ovos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Depois foi dizer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"People....vamos a dar asas à imaginação?!Libertem Criatividade!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NV9IcjZI/AAAAAAAADng/XTxjXSnE_e0/s1600-h/P1060474-ovo+vermelho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313488174949633426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NV9IcjZI/AAAAAAAADng/XTxjXSnE_e0/s320/P1060474-ovo+vermelho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; Depois de uns chás de menta e branco....começaram a sair da cartola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Coelhos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Já repararam na precisão dos olhos?????Made by Morango!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NMz-NmFI/AAAAAAAADnY/AHp9uVeN0Zs/s1600-h/P1060483-coelho+vermelho.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313488017871968338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NMz-NmFI/AAAAAAAADnY/AHp9uVeN0Zs/s320/P1060483-coelho+vermelho.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E como da Cartola também saiem pombas.....e flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;o ovo azul....foi adornado desses mesmos elementos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NEEZXPuI/AAAAAAAADnQ/I6G93WJ3sKQ/s1600-h/P1060484-ovo+azul.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313487867661991650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1NEEZXPuI/AAAAAAAADnQ/I6G93WJ3sKQ/s320/P1060484-ovo+azul.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Descansámos para comer o resto da gelatinha.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;e logo a seguir nada como dar vida ao COELHO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1M23iHnII/AAAAAAAADnI/Q7VTfyAgLbU/s1600-h/P1060527-ovo+vermelho+completo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313487640870755458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1M23iHnII/AAAAAAAADnI/Q7VTfyAgLbU/s320/P1060527-ovo+vermelho+completo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E pintar de cores quentes as flores e as borboletas:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1MuvSF8KI/AAAAAAAADnA/gjEQ4H_phK8/s1600-h/P1060526-ovo+azul+completo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313487501217099938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1MuvSF8KI/AAAAAAAADnA/gjEQ4H_phK8/s320/P1060526-ovo+azul+completo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Com a mão d' Doce e olhinhos d' Morango, com 1laçarote roxo eu sou UM OVINHO;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pintou-me a Maria, Retocou-me a Morna e os Mr R's anda sempre aos saltinhos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Sou ovo gigante, sou o mais formoso, graças ao Ferreira/Mangana....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sou melhor que um KINDER":)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;P.S - LER COM A MÚSICA "eu sou um coelhinho"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5789304-3871859354852309049?l=procura-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3871859354852309049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5789304&amp;postID=3871859354852309049' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3871859354852309049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5789304/posts/default/3871859354852309049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://procura-me.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-fazer-ovos-de-avestruz-parecerem.html' title='Como fazer ovos de AVESTRUZ parecerem Kinder&apos;s?'/><author><name>"Su" de</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18339344852072169258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/TB1MVCL4goI/AAAAAAAAEZM/3KKHlpMEm0Q/S220/P1110372.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb1OT2VQq8I/AAAAAAAADoI/IlPRu9mEO_w/s72-c/P1060134-preparativos+do+OVO.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5789304.post-5365016186994637743</id><published>2009-03-14T15:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:33:17.413Z</updated><title type='text'>O Pedro na Poncha....E nós com ele!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Houve quem começasse no Muralhas....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Mas eu e o Casal M'M, já só apanhámos na poncha e cenas destas, lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb0qz09yWhI/AAAAAAAADm4/5zLaR1zd0DQ/s1600-h/P1060426-o+beijos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313450205246544402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb0qz09yWhI/AAAAAAAADm4/5zLaR1zd0DQ/s320/P1060426-o+beijos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;"Obrigada meu Deus, pelas azeitonas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Hummmmm.......Isto não vai correr bem!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__m_rfx0mVPo/Sb0qFgOC_2I/AAAAAAAADmo/zvK4SvsQfCI/s1600-h/P1060423-azeitonas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313449409403617122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center
