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term='povo'/><title type='text'>Sardinha no Ribeiro</title><subtitle type='html'>água salgada?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>o enguiço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SdJnFXeJUvI/AAAAAAAAAko/al-PJgdIKW0/s1600-h/c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319427451775439602" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SdJnFXeJUvI/AAAAAAAAAko/al-PJgdIKW0/s400/c.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e em cada dia que passa&lt;br /&gt;passa-se por onde se passa&lt;br /&gt;faz-se o que se possa e se faça&lt;br /&gt;nessa parte sobra sempre&lt;br /&gt;o que se sente e que embaça&lt;br /&gt;e não sai porque não passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;há sempre aí&lt;br /&gt;um pequenino chinfrim&lt;br /&gt;que acutila o teu jardim&lt;br /&gt;e te afia o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mesmo aquilo que é retido&lt;br /&gt;sempre ganha algum sentido&lt;br /&gt;e se fica é porque pede&lt;br /&gt;de ti algo que ele bebe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre a tua e entre a disso&lt;br /&gt;haverá sempre esse enguiço&lt;br /&gt;desembrulhas-te e isso enrola-te&lt;br /&gt;tu libertas-te, isso esfola-te&lt;br /&gt;safas-te alguns bocadinhos&lt;br /&gt;mas isso aninha-se ainda&lt;br /&gt;e enquanto assim fores vivendo&lt;br /&gt;vais puxando&lt;br /&gt;vais comendo&lt;br /&gt;aos poucos envelhecendo&lt;br /&gt;só que nunca houve outra hipótese&lt;br /&gt;e assim se vai passando&lt;br /&gt;o que se passa e nunca pára&lt;br /&gt;te trespassa e não se cura. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6476847785596182487?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6476847785596182487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-1939552187296993204</id><published>2009-03-26T17:44:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T23:15:47.351-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>alguém disse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/ScwafkEQk-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/gJBQd9f1BZs/s1600-h/regresso+de+um+proprietario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317654389577520098" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/ScwafkEQk-I/AAAAAAAAAkg/gJBQd9f1BZs/s400/regresso+de+um+proprietario.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nunca poderá haver uma sociedade sem classes.&lt;br /&gt;Porque haverá sempre a classe dos que a querem&lt;br /&gt;e a dos que a não querem.&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer um deles se julga superior aos outros&lt;br /&gt;e assim por diante."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-1939552187296993204?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1939552187296993204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/alguem-disse.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1939552187296993204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1939552187296993204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/alguem-disse.html' title='alguém disse'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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/&gt;come coisas cruas&lt;br /&gt;bebe água fria&lt;br /&gt;apanha frio no inverno&lt;br /&gt;e calor no verão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não fujas da natureza&lt;br /&gt;ela é a mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;ida tem um &lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt; porque é, em grande parte, ne&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;v&lt;/span&gt;oeiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-2329273918509670009?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2329273918509670009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/imperfeicao-inspira.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>Innocence Song</title><content type='html'>Piping down the valleys wild,&lt;br /&gt;Piping songs of pleasant glee,&lt;br /&gt;On a cloud I saw a child,&lt;br /&gt;And he laughing said to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pipe a song about a Lamb!"&lt;br /&gt;So I piped with merry cheer.&lt;br /&gt;"Piper, pipe that song again;"&lt;br /&gt;So I piped: he wept to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;&lt;br /&gt;Sing thy songs of happy cheer!"&lt;br /&gt;So I sung the same again,&lt;br /&gt;While he wept with joy to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Piper, sit thee down and write&lt;br /&gt;In a book, that all may read."&lt;br /&gt;So he vanished from my sight,&lt;br /&gt;And I plucked a hollow reed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I made a rural pen,&lt;br /&gt;And I stained the water clear,&lt;br /&gt;And I wrote my happy songs&lt;br /&gt;Every child may joy to hear. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(introduction to &lt;em&gt;Songs of Innocence&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;William Blake&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-8172379785506669720?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8172379785506669720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/innocence-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8172379785506669720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8172379785506669720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/innocence-song.html' title='Innocence Song'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-1106190585131200025</id><published>2009-03-24T12:09:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:52:09.451-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açores'/><title type='text'>(8)</title><content type='html'>as ilhas são lagos de terra num continente oceânico&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-1106190585131200025?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1106190585131200025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/8.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1106190585131200025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1106190585131200025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/8.html' title='(8)'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4416505398464551225</id><published>2009-03-24T11:56:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T14:53:12.474-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><title type='text'>Redemption Song</title><content type='html'>"Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery;&lt;br /&gt;None but ourselves can free our minds.&lt;br /&gt;Have no fear for atomic energy,&lt;br /&gt;cause none of them can stop the time.&lt;br /&gt;How long shall they kill our prophets,&lt;br /&gt;While we stand aside and look? ooh!&lt;br /&gt;Some say its just a part of it:&lt;br /&gt;We've got to fulfil de book."&lt;br /&gt;Bob Marley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4416505398464551225?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4416505398464551225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/redemption-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4416505398464551225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4416505398464551225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/redemption-song.html' title='Redemption Song'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7384098281723234116</id><published>2009-03-23T12:00:00.000-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T12:01:07.910-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><title type='text'>sinceridade</title><content type='html'>é tão rara que pagamos por ela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-7384098281723234116?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7384098281723234116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinceridade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7384098281723234116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7384098281723234116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/sinceridade.html' title='sinceridade'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4887905874629838527</id><published>2009-03-19T09:19:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T09:25:02.097-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>é tão boa a sensação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/ScIdb7nNrMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kQRFml5SlYA/s1600-h/3347378293_e5d6280269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314842875946446018" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/ScIdb7nNrMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kQRFml5SlYA/s400/3347378293_e5d6280269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de se pensar que se está onde se quer estar&lt;br /&gt;como se quer estar&lt;br /&gt;e com quem se quer estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser o oposto daquela música do António Variações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sobretudo quando já fomos assim tal e qual como ele canta.&lt;br /&gt;e também gostávamos disso.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4887905874629838527?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4887905874629838527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-tao-boa-sensacao.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4887905874629838527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4887905874629838527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-tao-boa-sensacao.html' title='é tão boa a sensação'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/ScIdb7nNrMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/kQRFml5SlYA/s72-c/3347378293_e5d6280269.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3281478287034304011</id><published>2009-03-16T01:22:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T01:47:30.704-01:00</updated><title type='text'>a amiga noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Sb27s4NbilI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2nvWbvPiN-8/s1600-h/300px-Color_icon_black_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Sb27s4NbilI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2nvWbvPiN-8/s400/300px-Color_icon_black_svg.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313609515044407890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desde que pude e consegui&lt;br /&gt;ficar acordada até tarde&lt;br /&gt;e sozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso foi um prazer para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agradeço a luz eléctrica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na noite sentimos o nosso eu&lt;br /&gt;mais presente.&lt;br /&gt;percebemo-nos melhor&lt;br /&gt;e damo-nos uma grande importância&lt;br /&gt;a cada coisa que fazemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não temos horário para nada e sabemos&lt;br /&gt;que vamos acabar em prazer: no sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas não há horas de refeições&lt;br /&gt;nem de visitas&lt;br /&gt;nenhum sítio onde estar&lt;br /&gt;não há telefonemas&lt;br /&gt;nem muitos barulhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;à noite há mais tempo para as invenções humanas&lt;br /&gt;a minha preferida é a escrita&lt;br /&gt;ou a criação de qualquer coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a net tb é fixe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a noite é o mais próximo que encontro&lt;br /&gt;da intemporalidade&lt;br /&gt;e o tempo em que mais me aproximo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas só o faço às vezes.&lt;br /&gt;e é tão bom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3281478287034304011?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3281478287034304011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/amiga-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3281478287034304011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3281478287034304011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/amiga-noite.html' title='a amiga noite'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Sb27s4NbilI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/2nvWbvPiN-8/s72-c/300px-Color_icon_black_svg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-6787123549187706665</id><published>2009-03-10T23:28:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:19:01.293-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>The Kiss</title><content type='html'>Este foi o primeiro beijo da história do cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Apareceu nos kinetoscópios e passou despercebido. Mas quando foi projectado em grande ecran, 3x maior que o tamanho real e 3x repetido, todos ficaram muito chocados e horrorizados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zURTEs8C1lo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zURTEs8C1lo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Critic Herbert Stone complained, " . . . neither participant is physically attractive and the spectacle of their prolonged pasturing on each other's lips was hard to beat when only life size. Magnified to gargantuan proportions and repeated three times over is absolutely disgusting!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6787123549187706665?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6787123549187706665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6787123549187706665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6787123549187706665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss.html' title='The Kiss'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-109139869300167958</id><published>2009-03-10T17:05:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T17:21:39.358-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>50 anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbauMz6XnFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WkmDunCHUyM/s1600-h/blossomBarbie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbauMz6XnFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WkmDunCHUyM/s320/blossomBarbie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311624345646767186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Sbatv6y4_OI/AAAAAAAAAkA/dPicJ_rHGvE/s1600-h/450px-TibetanMountains13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311623849278242018" style="WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Sbatv6y4_OI/AAAAAAAAAkA/dPicJ_rHGvE/s400/450px-TibetanMountains13.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A primeira boneca Barbie foi lançada oficialmente na Feira Anual de Brinquedos de Nova York, a 9 de Março de 1959.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte, o Tibete inicia uma fracassada revolta contra os dez anos de ocupação chinesa em Lhasa. Milhares são massacrados pelo exército de ocupação chinês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;imagem1.Empress of the Golden Blossom™ Barbie® Doll - Price: $150.00 &lt;br /&gt;imagem2.Montanhas Tibetanas - ..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-109139869300167958?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/109139869300167958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-anos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/109139869300167958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/109139869300167958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/50-anos.html' title='50 anos'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbauMz6XnFI/AAAAAAAAAkI/WkmDunCHUyM/s72-c/blossomBarbie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4709840704325033569</id><published>2009-03-09T22:09:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:14:15.485-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>inventário</title><content type='html'>.dizer "olá"&lt;br /&gt;.dizer "luz" e apontar para a luz&lt;br /&gt;.apagar a luz e acender&lt;br /&gt;.fazer adeus&lt;br /&gt;.apontar para o que quer&lt;br /&gt;.mudar canais de tv&lt;br /&gt;.fazer de índio com a mão na boca&lt;br /&gt;.fazer trrrim no nariz das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;.dizer onde está o seu dentinho&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4709840704325033569?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4709840704325033569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/inventario.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4709840704325033569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4709840704325033569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/inventario.html' title='inventário'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7282420717536903629</id><published>2009-03-09T22:00:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:07:37.624-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>under the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWhMib_bXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/s2NPGv2Ym3I/s1600-h/dumbo-octopus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 356px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWhMib_bXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/s2NPGv2Ym3I/s400/dumbo-octopus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311328572328078706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lá em baixo &lt;br /&gt;é que é o planeta terra&lt;br /&gt;é que é o mundo dos sonhos&lt;br /&gt;é que há de tudo&lt;br /&gt;cá em cima &lt;br /&gt;é só e apenas uma epidermezinha onde estão os parasitazitos&lt;br /&gt;ácaros e tal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é é&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-7282420717536903629?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7282420717536903629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-sea.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7282420717536903629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7282420717536903629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/under-sea.html' title='under the sea'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWhMib_bXI/AAAAAAAAAjw/s2NPGv2Ym3I/s72-c/dumbo-octopus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-5274810642747805229</id><published>2009-03-09T21:55:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:00:25.966-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alentejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'>as saudades da terra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWfQaU1OzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AWhXUYmMI5o/s1600-h/cq-alentejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 162px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWfQaU1OzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AWhXUYmMI5o/s400/cq-alentejo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311326439846787890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWfKGHrXVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/ogw-MiUgK1M/s1600-h/cq-alentejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a terra não é como as pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;não dá para telefonar para ela&lt;br /&gt;e matar saudades brandamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só se comunica com uma paisagem&lt;br /&gt;estando nela.&lt;br /&gt;sentindo-a com tudo o que&lt;br /&gt;temos de sensível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amar uma terra é coisa dura&lt;br /&gt;amar uma nova terra é sempre aumentativo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas dividir o nosso amor por várias terras&lt;br /&gt;é ingrato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda não se pode estar em dois lugares ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;e aí net não serve para nada.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-5274810642747805229?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5274810642747805229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-saudades-da-terra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5274810642747805229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5274810642747805229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-saudades-da-terra.html' title='as saudades da terra'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWfQaU1OzI/AAAAAAAAAjo/AWhXUYmMI5o/s72-c/cq-alentejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4414932732399151082</id><published>2009-03-09T21:41:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:55:05.060-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><title type='text'>flores para calados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWeHfTCoSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lY6q5TB6Odc/s1600-h/murakami_flower_ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311325187051004194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWeHfTCoSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lY6q5TB6Odc/s400/murakami_flower_ball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá amiguitos.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, depois de um post mais denso&lt;br /&gt;não consigo evitar&lt;br /&gt;e deixo passar o tempo&lt;br /&gt;antes de um novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e este novo post&lt;br /&gt;eu só queria&lt;br /&gt;que ele fosse dedicado aos silenciosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;adoro gente silenciosa&lt;br /&gt;desde que não seja sinistra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nem mimos ou clown, porque também acabam por ser sinistros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4414932732399151082?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4414932732399151082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/flores-para-calados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4414932732399151082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4414932732399151082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/03/flores-para-calados.html' title='flores para calados'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SbWeHfTCoSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/lY6q5TB6Odc/s72-c/murakami_flower_ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-8096792545407718968</id><published>2009-02-27T16:11:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T16:50:30.290-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trocas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>depois das renováveis, as perenes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SagmOnia3yI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lg6YTcwrEzE/s1600-h/Apoptosis(general-scheme).gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307534193429503778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SagmOnia3yI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lg6YTcwrEzE/s400/Apoptosis(general-scheme).gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;separo embalagens para reciclar&lt;br /&gt;e com isso gasto tempo e energia&lt;br /&gt;que podia gastar a escrever manifestos&lt;br /&gt;ou a fazer filmes sobre reciclar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;qualquer acção é geradora&lt;br /&gt;umas numa direcção outras noutra&lt;br /&gt;a preguiça é um exemplo de energia que gera situações&lt;br /&gt;apesar de parecer que não gera nada de nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há vários tipos de energias geradoras&lt;br /&gt;umas geram através do esforço: transformam&lt;br /&gt;outras geram através do não esforço: limitam-se a permitir a transformação&lt;br /&gt;outras ainda conseguem gerar inversamente: impedindo a transformação, levando-a por novos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por isso&lt;br /&gt;o tempo é energia&lt;br /&gt;o movimento é energia&lt;br /&gt;um riso é energia&lt;br /&gt;ou um grito&lt;br /&gt;um choro&lt;br /&gt;uma depressão&lt;br /&gt;uma doença&lt;br /&gt;uma viagem&lt;br /&gt;um castigo&lt;br /&gt;um trabalho&lt;br /&gt;uma sesta&lt;br /&gt;um abraço&lt;br /&gt;uma cópula&lt;br /&gt;uma flor&lt;br /&gt;um som&lt;br /&gt;um caminho&lt;br /&gt;um campo&lt;br /&gt;uma cidade&lt;br /&gt;um buraco&lt;br /&gt;enfim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;um enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-8096792545407718968?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8096792545407718968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/depois-das-renovaveis-as-perenes.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8096792545407718968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8096792545407718968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/depois-das-renovaveis-as-perenes.html' title='depois das renováveis, as perenes'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SagmOnia3yI/AAAAAAAAAjI/lg6YTcwrEzE/s72-c/Apoptosis(general-scheme).gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-1695708024016063716</id><published>2009-02-20T15:37:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:55:20.043-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pássaros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redondo'/><title type='text'>Irundinhas e Merlos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZ7d1hCwUzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9xSA1G773TM/s1600-h/melro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304921322561753906" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZ7d1hCwUzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9xSA1G773TM/s320/melro.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZ7d1lcx-1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/0cvRDKUUSic/s1600-h/andorinh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304921323744656210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZ7d1lcx-1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/0cvRDKUUSic/s320/andorinh.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o nome latim da espécie das andorinhas é&lt;br /&gt;Hirundinidae&lt;br /&gt;elas devem ter sido chamadas de Irundinhas&lt;br /&gt;antes de serem Andorinhas.&lt;br /&gt;Faz sentido porque já ouvi muita gente do&lt;br /&gt;Redondo chamar-lhes Indurinhas ou&lt;br /&gt;Endorinhas. Imagino que deva ter sido assim:&lt;br /&gt;Hirundinas&lt;br /&gt;Irundinhas&lt;br /&gt;Indorinhas&lt;br /&gt;Endorinhas&lt;br /&gt;Andorinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o Melro, a história parece ser mais&lt;br /&gt;pequena, mas parecida: ainda há no Redondo&lt;br /&gt;quem lhe chame Merlo, que vem sem dúvida&lt;br /&gt;ainda do latim Merulo. Não foram os&lt;br /&gt;redondenses que tropeçaram na língua.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém o fez antes deles e agora vem nos&lt;br /&gt;dicionários que se diz Melro e não Merlo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as &lt;a href="http://almariada.blogspot.com/"&gt;andorinhas já chegaram a&lt;br /&gt;Portugal Continental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aqui não há andorinhas, mas há melros.&lt;br /&gt;Bonitos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-1695708024016063716?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1695708024016063716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/irundinhas-e-merlos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1695708024016063716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1695708024016063716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/irundinhas-e-merlos.html' title='Irundinhas e Merlos'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZ7d1hCwUzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/9xSA1G773TM/s72-c/melro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-9043673653214200072</id><published>2009-02-12T17:45:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:48:22.799-01:00</updated><title type='text'>nham nham</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZRuzmki9EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aHp0BbwuhqE/s1600-h/barroz.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301984494128133186" style="WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZRuzmki9EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aHp0BbwuhqE/s400/barroz.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZRuz-rTAYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3F4rW-2Rvhw/s1600-h/ucalchoc250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301984500598899074" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZRuz-rTAYI/AAAAAAAAAhE/3F4rW-2Rvhw/s400/ucalchoc250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;português, docinho e perfeito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma vez ou outra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;numa casa da especialidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-9043673653214200072?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9043673653214200072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/nham-nham.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/9043673653214200072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/9043673653214200072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/nham-nham.html' title='nham nham'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZRuzmki9EI/AAAAAAAAAg8/aHp0BbwuhqE/s72-c/barroz.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3401818608717275970</id><published>2009-02-12T01:01:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:10:48.762-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trocas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>mãozinhas de ouro</title><content type='html'>o Julião ainda não diz nenhuma palavra reconhecível&lt;br /&gt;nem deu mais do que um ou dois passos sem ajuda&lt;br /&gt;e vai fazer um ano no dia 26 de Fevereiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tem estado a desperdiçar o seu tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele já sabe&lt;br /&gt;carregar no comando, enquanto olha para a tv&lt;br /&gt;acender e apagar a luz dos candeeiros da sala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e... desenhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZOD31MlYgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0Jii-w9obWA/s1600-h/P2083700y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301726181541110274" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 321px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZOD31MlYgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0Jii-w9obWA/s400/P2083700y.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(foi a primeira composição que ocupou o quadro todo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é um rapaz que gosta de manipular objectos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aos mais ansiosos:&lt;br /&gt;não estamos a descurar os deveres principais do Julião,&lt;br /&gt;falamos muito e andamos muito com ele.&lt;br /&gt;mas ele é que escolhe o que lhe interessa mais e quando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3401818608717275970?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3401818608717275970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/maozinhas-de-ouro.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3401818608717275970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3401818608717275970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/maozinhas-de-ouro.html' title='mãozinhas de ouro'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZOD31MlYgI/AAAAAAAAAg0/0Jii-w9obWA/s72-c/P2083700y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4161525529577428070</id><published>2009-02-10T12:30:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T13:41:37.688-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>aurora e família do south park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZGRy1g9nRI/AAAAAAAAAgk/CgyG8nch81s/s1600-h/juju+sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZGBsK7kshI/AAAAAAAAAgU/NhBKC8i-aY4/s1600-h/arora+sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301160832240235026" style="WIDTH: 383px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 383px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZGBsK7kshI/AAAAAAAAAgU/NhBKC8i-aY4/s400/arora+sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZGR7omUx1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/EPQ8eZqeTUw/s1600-h/juju+sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301178690088257362" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZGR7omUx1I/AAAAAAAAAgs/EPQ8eZqeTUw/s200/juju+sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZGRy_ny4HI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FufbiVXK0Os/s1600-h/tom%C3%A1s+sp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301178541649617010" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZGRy_ny4HI/AAAAAAAAAgc/FufbiVXK0Os/s320/tom%C3%A1s+sp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sp-studio.de/"&gt;http://www.sp-studio.de/&lt;/a&gt; --&gt; aqui fazem um para vocês!&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/28087967-4161525529577428070?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4161525529577428070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/aurora-do-south-park.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4161525529577428070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4161525529577428070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/aurora-do-south-park.html' title='aurora e família do south park'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SZGBsK7kshI/AAAAAAAAAgU/NhBKC8i-aY4/s72-c/arora+sp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-2990284717145721386</id><published>2009-02-09T16:33:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T16:36:13.063-01:00</updated><title type='text'>só de passagem</title><content type='html'>para agradecer a quem veio aqui ao meu blog.&lt;br /&gt;e para dar um pequeno conselho que logo a seguir vou cumprir:&lt;br /&gt;larguem esse computador, endireitem as costas, levantem-se da cadeira&lt;br /&gt;e vão fazer uma cena qualquer ou não vão fazer nada. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabem porquê?&lt;br /&gt;porque é fixe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-2990284717145721386?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2990284717145721386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-de-passagem.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2990284717145721386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2990284717145721386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-de-passagem.html' title='só de passagem'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-6980815442221606847</id><published>2009-02-06T16:54:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T17:30:44.138-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>Tradição? Folclore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYyAYKmPMgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JyspFoOeNWQ/s1600-h/10116__premier_cri_(le)_-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYyAYKmPMgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JyspFoOeNWQ/s400/10116__premier_cri_(le)_-02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299752014158180866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui ver ao cinema um filme que se chama &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0881303/"&gt;"O primeiro choro"&lt;/a&gt;. Uma viagem à volta do mundo num dia de eclipse, a ver como as mulheres dão à luz. Apesar de algum gosto duvidoso presente no filme, até era um filme interessante. Mais pelo que dava a conhecer do que pela forma como estava feito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das conversas recorrentes entre as mães civilizadas do filme era que era necessário parir de forma tradicional. Que desde sempre as mulheres tiveram filhos, que elas foram feitas para isso, que os hospitais são sítios horríveis e frios para se vir ao mundo neles et tout ça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm mmm... ok. Quando as mulheres tinham os filhos da forma "tradicional" e morriam às dezenas e perdiam filhos e etc, descobriram uma forma de fazer nascer pessoas em que se diminuia imenso o risco de alguém morrer e andaram a fazer campanha a todas as mulheres para irem ter os filhos ao hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a história da esterilização. Quando a humanidade era muito porquinha e morriam milhares de pessoas devido à falta de higiene, inventou-se a estirilização. E hoje em dia advertem-se as pessoas que demasiada estirilização pode dar origem a alergias, entre outros males lixados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pffu... a humanidade porta-se sempre mal, é o que é. Ora não se lava ora desperdiça água...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pronto, grávidas, vamos lá voltar à tradição tradicional ancestral das nossas antepassadas mulheres parideiras! Mas a qual tradição, pergunto eu!!?? À da minha avó? À da minha bisavó? À da minha minha tetravó? À da minha tataritotelavó? À da macaca primordial? À da Eva?? Se julgam que a tradição é uma coisa estanque e acabada que resolve tudo em si, não julguem. Tudo se altera, tudo se alterou ao longos dos tempos e dos lugares. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre nós, a tradição resultou nas maternidades (o tempo de hoje é sempre resultado do tempo de ontem), e pelos vistos agora está a mudar para uma coisa mais caseira e íntima, menos rígida e mais ao gosto da mulher actual. É UMA COISA ACTUAL e não tradicional. Até porque tradicional não quer dizer nada... é como as danças dos ranchos folclóricos. São tradicionais? Não. São inspiradas numas coisas que houve durante uns tempos lá nuns sítios. Com umas roupas lavadinhas e engomadinhas e de lindas cores artificiais que nunca houve umas assim antes de hoje! No fundo são coisas de agora e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/q79yMmNIV4k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/q79yMmNIV4k&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&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/28087967-6980815442221606847?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6980815442221606847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/tradicao-folclore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6980815442221606847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6980815442221606847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/02/tradicao-folclore.html' title='Tradição? Folclore!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYyAYKmPMgI/AAAAAAAAAgM/JyspFoOeNWQ/s72-c/10116__premier_cri_(le)_-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-2479770311199229382</id><published>2009-02-02T19:23:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T19:35:30.752-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><title type='text'>boom &amp; reds</title><content type='html'>são os desenhos animados preferidos&lt;br /&gt;do Julião e dos seus amados pais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOrv1iYHXa4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fOrv1iYHXa4&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um episódio são 1000&lt;br /&gt;porque só muda o desenho&lt;br /&gt;mas mesmo repetidos&lt;br /&gt;ou talvez mesmo por isso&lt;br /&gt;adoramos sempre ver&lt;br /&gt;bum, bum, bum à reds&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-2479770311199229382?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4459832036222704307</id><published>2009-02-02T15:05:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T15:05:41.043-01:00</updated><title type='text'>se não é, parece.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYcZzg4DymI/AAAAAAAAAes/SZVcYTdU0ZY/s1600-h/nu+vem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298231859413764706" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYcZzg4DymI/AAAAAAAAAes/SZVcYTdU0ZY/s400/nu+vem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4459832036222704307?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYcZzg4DymI/AAAAAAAAAes/SZVcYTdU0ZY/s72-c/nu+vem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4323164638121090668</id><published>2009-01-28T09:53:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:27:03.786-01:00</updated><title type='text'>bolorzinho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYBA9GiAj5I/AAAAAAAAAek/soOrJrGo77Q/s1600-h/nilo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296304580257157010" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYBA9GiAj5I/AAAAAAAAAek/soOrJrGo77Q/s400/nilo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vida é o bolor da Terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4323164638121090668?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4323164638121090668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/bolorzinho.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4323164638121090668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4323164638121090668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/bolorzinho.html' title='bolorzinho...'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SYBA9GiAj5I/AAAAAAAAAek/soOrJrGo77Q/s72-c/nilo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3339778619815788325</id><published>2009-01-27T10:56:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T11:27:41.138-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>tudo se transforma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s717.photobucket.com/albums/ww176/abreasasas/?action=view&amp;current=transformer.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i717.photobucket.com/albums/ww176/abreasasas/transformer.gif" border="0" alt="transfomer"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somos ocidentais&lt;br /&gt;e herdámos, por um lado&lt;br /&gt;a ideia de que o essencial não tem imagem&lt;br /&gt;-não há imagem para Deus, apenas símbolos-&lt;br /&gt;por outro lado, da cultura greco-latina&lt;br /&gt;a paixão muito erótica pela representação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ícones, estátuas, gravuras, pinturas, desenhos&lt;br /&gt;esquemas&lt;br /&gt;logo desde crianças aprendemos o que é a neve&lt;br /&gt;o que é o elefante&lt;br /&gt;e o leão&lt;br /&gt;em lindos desenhos estampados nos livros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assentamos a educação e o conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;em bases estabelecidas&lt;br /&gt;e de princípios imutáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partimos de princípios&lt;br /&gt;com a ideia de que haverá fins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;manejamos a realidade com referências fixas&lt;br /&gt;e até à criatividade é deixado apenas o espaço que esta palavra lhe dá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque mesmo as palavras são feitas de pregos de letras&lt;br /&gt;onde se martelaram sentidos e significados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas os nossos esquemas nunca abrangerão tudo&lt;br /&gt;nada assenta em coisa nenhuma&lt;br /&gt;e um limite é coisa que nunca existiu&lt;br /&gt;tudo é posto em causa constantemente.&lt;br /&gt;este é um mundo de mutações&lt;br /&gt;a todos os níveis e em todas as escalas&lt;br /&gt;e abençoados nós que somos embalados neste doce transformar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3339778619815788325?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3339778619815788325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/tudo-se-transforma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3339778619815788325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3339778619815788325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/tudo-se-transforma.html' title='tudo se transforma'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7670676374265656568</id><published>2009-01-15T23:10:00.012-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:37:13.398-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>da existência - a minha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:58%;"&gt;sei que pareço muito inteligente e perspicaz com respostas ou afirmações que faço&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço burra e lenta com dúvidas e interrogações que coloco&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço atinadinha com a minha vidinha pouco wild side&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço desgovernada por não levar uma vida burguesa&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço empreendedora por ter projectos e por escrever e por ter ideias&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço preguiçosa por não ter um emprego&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço limpinha por não ficar uma semana sem tomar banho&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço javardolas por não tomar banho todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço culta por ler livros&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço inculta por não passar a vida a ler&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço levar uma boa vida por viver aqui onde vivo&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço ter uma vida enfadonha por tomar conta da casa e de um filho&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço mãe galinha por dar de mamar e estar sempre perto dele&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço negligente por ele às vezes ter camisola suja ou andar descalço&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço fútil por gostar de historietas de cordel e por gostar de moda&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço desmazelada e arrapazada por me vestir mal e não me importar com isso&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço bonita por ter cabelos aos caracóis e um corpo saudável&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço feia por usar óculos e não ter os dentes direitos&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço rude por ser tímida&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço simpática por sorrir muito às pessoas&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço indiferente por manter o lábio superior rígido&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço muito interessada em coisas banais&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço mal agradecida por não encontrar forma de agradecer o que aprecio&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço dar muito valor a gestos que não foram com essa intenção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sei isso&lt;br /&gt;e gostava que vocês também soubessem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SW_UgHewOiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PI4o4pSPyq8/s1600-h/mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291681735412562466" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SW_UgHewOiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PI4o4pSPyq8/s200/mim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s&lt;br /&gt;sei que pareço egocêntrica e é verdade&lt;br /&gt;mas também já percebi que ter um filho é toda uma jornada para deixar de o ser&lt;br /&gt;e como isso é belo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-7670676374265656568?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7670676374265656568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-existncia-minha.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7670676374265656568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7670676374265656568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-existncia-minha.html' title='da existência - a minha'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SW_UgHewOiI/AAAAAAAAAeU/PI4o4pSPyq8/s72-c/mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-6691839320431623277</id><published>2009-01-14T11:57:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T12:04:06.205-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pássaros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>adaptações</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SW3iusz8eHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/M6PMJo43eC0/s1600-h/aves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291134429161093234" style="WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SW3iusz8eHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/M6PMJo43eC0/s320/aves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, estava a pensar enquanto lavava a loiça.&lt;br /&gt;(Sabem quais são as mulheres que pensam mais? - Pois é, embora não pareça)&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto pensava percebi que há uma coisa que não gosto nada e acho mesmo que é um desperdício de energia. Essa coisa são as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADAPTAÇÕES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prefiro bem mais as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INVENÇÕES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda ponderei sobre as adaptações às circunstâncias, mas é evidente que também prefiro as invenções às circunstâncias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas as adaptações que odeio mesmo mais são as adaptações literárias e as adaptações cinematográficas. Blergh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6691839320431623277?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6691839320431623277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/adaptaes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6691839320431623277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6691839320431623277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/adaptaes.html' title='adaptações'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SW3iusz8eHI/AAAAAAAAAdw/M6PMJo43eC0/s72-c/aves.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7751622240960580641</id><published>2009-01-12T12:33:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:52:01.145-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>às vezes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SWtKWzixWSI/AAAAAAAAAdo/LPhZWOHk1Q8/s1600-h/sininhos.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o estado enervado de uma pessoa aumenta a um ponto que quase parece sem retorno&lt;br /&gt;outras vezes a preguiça deixa cada músculo do corpo e da mente num estado que parece eternamente vegetativo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas na maior parte do tempo estamos semi-rígidos, semi-activos, parcialmente atentos, moderadamente confusos, um pouco cansados mas com forças para continuar; capazes de sorrir e de censurar, de esquecer e de lembrar, sem ressentimentos à flor da pele e sem gratidões especialmente sentidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa maior parte do tempo esvai-se sem que nos recorra em lembranças mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;essa maior parte do tempo é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ela é a resposta para estas perguntas da Björk:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgk360PZJ7w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;amp;color2=0x6b8ab6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgk360PZJ7w&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x2b405b&amp;color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"His embrace, a fortress&lt;br /&gt;It fuels me&lt;br /&gt;And places&lt;br /&gt;A skeleton of trust&lt;br /&gt;Right beneath us&lt;br /&gt;Bone by bone&lt;br /&gt;Stone by stone&lt;br /&gt;If you ask yourself patiently and carefully:&lt;br /&gt;Who is it ?&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that never lets you down ?&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that gave you back your crown ?&lt;br /&gt;And the ornaments are going around&lt;br /&gt;Now they're handing it over&lt;br /&gt;Handing it over&lt;br /&gt;He demands a closeness&lt;br /&gt;We all have earned a lightness&lt;br /&gt;Carry my joy on the left&lt;br /&gt;Carry my pain on the right&lt;br /&gt;If you ask yourself patiently and carefully:&lt;br /&gt;Who is it ?&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that never lets you down ?&lt;br /&gt;Who is it that gave you back your crown ?&lt;br /&gt;And the ornaments are going around&lt;br /&gt;Now they're handing it over&lt;br /&gt;Handing it over"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-7751622240960580641?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7751622240960580641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7751622240960580641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7751622240960580641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/s-vezes.html' title='às vezes'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-402605553671543369</id><published>2009-01-09T11:47:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T00:03:07.355-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jornal fazendo'/><title type='text'>nº8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fazendofazendo.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://fazendofazendo.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 336px; 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cursor:hand;width: 321px; height: 450px;" src="http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/pic/IMPO/MR763~Bosch-Garden-Earthly-Delight-Posters.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não é o que fazemos que faz de nós o que somos&lt;br /&gt;não é o que parecemos que faz de nós o que somos&lt;br /&gt;nem mesmo aquilo que achamos ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que somos é sempre volátil, variável, insondável e eternamente questionável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;é ser&lt;br /&gt;e não compreender&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-5483404529156305632?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5483404529156305632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-existncia.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5483404529156305632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5483404529156305632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2009/01/da-existncia.html' title='da existência'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7376483644155028260</id><published>2008-12-18T11:52:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T12:02:15.062-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SUpJhBJYcMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KmCPjR8CXE4/s1600-h/02512_henri_cartier_bresson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SUpJhBJYcMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KmCPjR8CXE4/s400/02512_henri_cartier_bresson.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281114344637624514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o caminho&lt;br /&gt;é um espaço&lt;br /&gt;que nos leva a outros lados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele promete e potencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não quero ficar em lado nenhum, caminho&lt;br /&gt;o que eu quero é andar em ti&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-7376483644155028260?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7376483644155028260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-caminho-um-espao-que-nos-leva-outros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7376483644155028260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7376483644155028260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-caminho-um-espao-que-nos-leva-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SUpJhBJYcMI/AAAAAAAAAdA/KmCPjR8CXE4/s72-c/02512_henri_cartier_bresson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-5081969335769875317</id><published>2008-12-14T20:06:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T20:15:01.296-01:00</updated><title type='text'>ir ao mar em dezembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SUV1eY-xSzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_SQSN3ATxOE/s1600-h/banho+em+dezembro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279755303124028210" style="WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SUV1eY-xSzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_SQSN3ATxOE/s400/banho+em+dezembro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;friorenta eu sou até em agosto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tal como no verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;custou um bocadinho a entrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas lá dentro estava-se bem bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca tinha tomado um banho tão perto do meu aniversário&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;´&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e o melhor foi que quando saímos de casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;levei uma camisola porque estava fresquinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nunca imaginando o que o dia ainda tinha para dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-5081969335769875317?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5081969335769875317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/ir-ao-mar-em-dezembro.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5081969335769875317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5081969335769875317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/ir-ao-mar-em-dezembro.html' title='ir ao mar em dezembro'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SUV1eY-xSzI/AAAAAAAAAc4/_SQSN3ATxOE/s72-c/banho+em+dezembro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-1102022346377053186</id><published>2008-12-04T12:54:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:10:40.291-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>responsabilidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/STfycJs5TlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yfMosmOacx8/s1600-h/Capturar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275952053942308434" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/STfycJs5TlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yfMosmOacx8/s400/Capturar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o cinema ensinou muita coisa boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a beijar, por exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;mas também ensinou muita coisa má&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a fumar por exemplo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;vantagens que o cinema trouxe até nós&lt;br /&gt;conhecemos muitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eis algumas coisas para as quais o cinema contribuiu e que seria bom que o cinema moderno tentasse inverter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o apreço pela espuma, coisa que nada lava e tudo polui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o apreço pela decoração, que é uma coisa que fica bem nos filmes mas mal na casa das pessoas. uma casa decorada significa pouca vivência dela e muito dinheiro e tempo gasto apenas em aparências. e já se sabe que aparências não garantem felicidade. alguém tem que mostrar isto às pessoas. as novelas fazem-no pela negativa, o cinema devia fazer pela positiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;o apreço pelas pessoas bonitas. quem já decidiu passar o resto dos dias ao lado de uma pessoa bonita sabe do que estou a falar. e os outros também sabem do que estou a falar. por isso se todos sabemos do que estamos a falar......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;no fundo só se trata do cinema mudar a sua atitude no que respeita às aparências, já que o cinema é ele próprio uma aparência em si mesmo. fiquemo-nos por essa, e usemo-la, porque nós sabemos que as aparências impressionam. Oh se...&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/28087967-1102022346377053186?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1102022346377053186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/responsabilidade.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1102022346377053186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1102022346377053186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/responsabilidade.html' title='responsabilidade'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/STfycJs5TlI/AAAAAAAAAcw/yfMosmOacx8/s72-c/Capturar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-8579654284851465967</id><published>2008-12-03T11:19:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T14:12:35.255-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><title type='text'>eU</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bibliaco.zip.net/arch2008-02-10_2008-02-16.html"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275540058646429746" style="WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/STZ7u3n2wDI/AAAAAAAAAco/PWV2avZUaAU/s400/eU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bibliaco.zip.net/arch2008-02-10_2008-02-16.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sermos nós próprios nem sempre é fácil&lt;br /&gt;mas parecermos nós próprios por vezes é ainda mais difícil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e contudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para isso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;basta existir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;então porque é que...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada, deixa.&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/28087967-8579654284851465967?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8579654284851465967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8579654284851465967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8579654284851465967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu.html' title='eU'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/STZ7u3n2wDI/AAAAAAAAAco/PWV2avZUaAU/s72-c/eU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4074857280026349373</id><published>2008-11-29T23:12:00.011-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T23:48:46.491-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trocas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>histórias da minha vida (1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/STHiC1-NcJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hqGWYLpLxjM/s1600-h/indian+bride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274245177103184018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/STHiC1-NcJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hqGWYLpLxjM/s400/indian+bride.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verifico com gáudio que, aos 23 anos, já reúno no meu acervo um considerável número de histórias que dão que pensar. Que a mim me dão que pensar. Quero contá-las.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta passou-se em Bordéus (algumas das minhas histórias são passadas em lugares longínquos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e uma amiga minha dinamarquesa (mais internacionalizações...) passámos uma semana de férias entre duas semanas de trabalho árduo nas vindimas. Foi uma semana agradável em que não tivémos que nos esforçar, tinhamos um apartamento à nossa disposição - emprestado - e dinheiro na carteira ganho da forma mais saborosa - trabalhando com suor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentámos visitar museus mas encontrámos uma loja em liquidação completamente total - nem eu nem ela gostamos de gastar muito dinheiro em roupa, mas como qualquer outra rapariga até gostamos de ir às compras. Entrámos e andámos por lá a ver coisas, cada uma para seu lado e logo a seguir encaminhámo-nos uma para a outra a rir:&lt;br /&gt;- Olha estes calções custam... 30cts!&lt;br /&gt;- E esta camisola custa 70cts!!&lt;br /&gt;Uma loucura. Havia montões de roupas e montões de mulheres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprámos várias coisas mas isso não interessa para nada. Nada do que eu contei até agora interessa para alguma coisa. O que conta para alguma coisa é o que eu vou contar agora:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De entre as mulheres que compravam havia várias indianas. De entre as roupas à venda havia uma secção de vestidos de noiva. Vimos mulheres indianas a experimentar vestidos de noiva em liquidação total e a comprá-los por 20euros. ISSO A NÓS FEZ-NOS MUITA CONFUSÃO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é que a duas raparigas que não ligam assim muito a roupas nem, penso eu, a casamento de sonho com vestido feito à medida e que custam várias centenas de euros, nos faz impressão uma cena daquelas? Na altura perguntei-me. Agora respondo-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que faz confusão é a misturada. Indianas a vestir vestidos de casamento de estilo ocidental mas comprados em saldo com o tamanho disponível, só porque são do estilo que elas sonhavam ter e que para nós ocidentais verdadeiras não só são feios como o facto de serem adquiridos assim ainda lhes retira o último resquício de encanto. Para nós está tudo trocado. Para elas é um sonho ao alcance das suas carteiras. Quando nós &lt;em&gt;sabemos&lt;/em&gt; que na Índia há casamentos &lt;em&gt;verdadeiramente&lt;/em&gt; de sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que isto da trocas interculturais é mesmo lindo. Andamos mas é todos apaixonados uns pelos outros, ocidente pelo oriente e o oriente pelo ocidente. Mas tal como todos os apaixonados somos muito toscos e muito trapalhões nesta nossa aproximação. O fascínio é grande.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4074857280026349373?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4074857280026349373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/histrias-da-minha-vida-1.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4074857280026349373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4074857280026349373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/histrias-da-minha-vida-1.html' title='histórias da minha vida (1)'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/STHiC1-NcJI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hqGWYLpLxjM/s72-c/indian+bride.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4994782141811483842</id><published>2008-11-26T17:12:00.012-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T11:04:41.655-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>(.S')</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SS2Wcc2AMkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DOp81vq1iD0/s1600-h/tre.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273036154243920450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SS2Wcc2AMkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DOp81vq1iD0/s400/tre.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabiam que para ir para a esquerda, às vezes é preciso ir muito para a direita primeiro?&lt;br /&gt;sabiam que a melhor maneira de parar alguma coisa é abusar dela primeiro?&lt;br /&gt;esta e outras coisas são sabidas por algumas sabedorias, nomeadamente chinesas.&lt;br /&gt;elas é que nos ensinaram que se aproveita a energia do golpe do adversário para nos defendermos dele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;podemos usar isto em tudo da nossa vida, desde as relações humanas, à gestão da nossa saúde, vícios, manias, intenções etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tenho 3 histórias contadas por uma grande amiga minha de infância que na minha memória, com o passar dos tempos, se transformaram em clássicos. acho que ela não lê o meu blog mas se ler, saberá a quem me refiro. estas 3 histórias ficaram-me de entre as 1OOO000oooººº... histórias que se ouvem na infância. na verdade são muito simples e à primeira vista não possuem nada de especial. mas o que é certo é que recorrentemente me lembro delas e a propósito das mais variadas coisas. pode ser que ainda conte aqui as outras 2. mas agora fico-me por esta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela adorava tremoços. Era doida por eles. A mãe dizia-lhe que ela não devia comer tantos. Mas ela continuava sempre a querer comer muitos tremoços. Um dia conseguiu convencer a mãe a comprar uma saquilada deles. Comeu comeu comeu até não poder mais. Enjoou e desde aí nunca mais comeu nem um&lt;br /&gt;tremoço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4994782141811483842?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4994782141811483842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/s.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4994782141811483842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4994782141811483842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/s.html' title='(.S&apos;)'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SS2Wcc2AMkI/AAAAAAAAAcI/DOp81vq1iD0/s72-c/tre.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3539315601679565057</id><published>2008-11-26T10:59:00.012-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T13:47:24.342-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>Match me if you can</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SS0_QgmnmgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pzhvkCVFze4/s1600-h/match+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272940291583089154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SS0_QgmnmgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pzhvkCVFze4/s400/match+me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt;How much can you know about yourself if you've never been in a fight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt;There are no little secrets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt;Everyone wants to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt;71% of the Earth's surface is covered by water. That's a lot of space to find one fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt;Part of every woman is a mother/actress/saint/sinner. And part of every man is a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt;Here comes the bride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt;A woman's heart is a deep ocean of secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt;One person can change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt;Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt;The tunnel led Chihiro to a mysterious town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a.&lt;/strong&gt;Schindler's list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b.&lt;/strong&gt;Lost in translation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c.&lt;/strong&gt;Fight Club&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d.&lt;/strong&gt;A viagem de Chihiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.&lt;/strong&gt;O fabuloso destino de Amélie Poulin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;d.&lt;/strong&gt;Kill Bill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.&lt;/strong&gt;Match Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;f.&lt;/strong&gt;Titanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;g.&lt;/strong&gt;Todo sobre mi madre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;h.&lt;/strong&gt;Finding nemo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3539315601679565057?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3539315601679565057/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/match-me-if-you-can.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3539315601679565057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3539315601679565057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/match-me-if-you-can.html' title='Match me if you can'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SS0_QgmnmgI/AAAAAAAAAb4/pzhvkCVFze4/s72-c/match+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4786101859765636213</id><published>2008-11-21T10:17:00.009-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:33:46.979-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><title type='text'>Heaven is What</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SSaboMvyoUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MfC8NxoFft4/s1600-h/jorge+queiroz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271071528802492738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SSaboMvyoUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MfC8NxoFft4/s400/jorge+queiroz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven is what I cannot reach!&lt;br /&gt;The apple on the tree,&lt;br /&gt;Provided it do hopeless hang,&lt;br /&gt;That "heaven" is, to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The color on the cruising cloud,&lt;br /&gt;The interdicted ground&lt;br /&gt;Behind the hill, the house behind, --&lt;br /&gt;There Paradise is found!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;emily dickinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;desenho de jorge queiroz&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/28087967-4786101859765636213?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4786101859765636213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/heaven-is-what.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4786101859765636213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4786101859765636213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/heaven-is-what.html' title='Heaven is What'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SSaboMvyoUI/AAAAAAAAAbo/MfC8NxoFft4/s72-c/jorge+queiroz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-6432647573328080520</id><published>2008-11-19T17:13:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T20:38:57.431-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>desejo</title><content type='html'>olá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho a resposta para uma pergunta que muita gente se faz ao longo da vida.&lt;br /&gt;queria partilhá-la com todos.&lt;br /&gt;há quem se pergunte por que razão o ser humano passa a vida a desejar aquilo que não tem&lt;br /&gt;e apesar de ir obtendo aquilo que desejava, ele continua a desejar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom, a razão é simples:&lt;br /&gt;desejar é um verbo que se aplica apenas àquilo que não se tem.&lt;br /&gt;desejar algo que &lt;strong&gt;se tem&lt;/strong&gt; não é desejar, é gostar ou amar.&lt;br /&gt;ora portanto, a desejar alguma coisa, só pode ser o que não se tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa podia deixar de desejar&lt;br /&gt;mas isso seria uma das duas:&lt;br /&gt;atingir o tao&lt;br /&gt;ou atingir a apatia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a primeira é &lt;em&gt;desejável&lt;/em&gt; mas difícil&lt;br /&gt;a segunda também é difícil mas de todo &lt;em&gt;indesejável.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;por isso...&lt;/em&gt; é na boa&lt;em&gt; isso do desejar sempre o que não se tem... desde que seja com um sorriso nos lábios e outro no peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6432647573328080520?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6432647573328080520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/desejo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6432647573328080520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6432647573328080520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/desejo.html' title='desejo'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-6461386965162040083</id><published>2008-11-19T16:44:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:10:15.889-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>china</title><content type='html'>que dizer sobre a CHINA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o melhor é não dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;ainda está aqui dentro&lt;br /&gt;quando ela sair daqui logo digo. tá?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6461386965162040083?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6461386965162040083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/china.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6461386965162040083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6461386965162040083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/china.html' title='china'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3520467682911657535</id><published>2008-11-19T11:45:00.006-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:12:10.696-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>sombra eléctrica</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SSQOljGk82I/AAAAAAAAAbA/dzfl_e78vlk/s1600-h/CA+china.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SSQOlkCpkYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/w8fPb1ZHHHY/s1600-h/film.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270353502423060866" style="WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 70px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SSQOlkCpkYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/w8fPb1ZHHHY/s320/film.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dian - ying&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eléctrico - sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é como se diz filme em chinês&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SSQOxsIEgeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/KSV3FDOVgIA/s1600-h/CA+china.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270353710751711714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SSQOxsIEgeI/AAAAAAAAAbI/KSV3FDOVgIA/s400/CA+china.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3520467682911657535?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3520467682911657535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/sombra-elctrica.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>amarelinhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRLcbOFskeI/AAAAAAAAAao/uP15QJgLvFE/s1600-h/amarelinhas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265513274546098658" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRLcbOFskeI/AAAAAAAAAao/uP15QJgLvFE/s400/amarelinhas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;amanhã saímos de casa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;em direcção ao oriente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque queremos chegar à China na segunda-feira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ainda não acreditamos muito, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é como dizer -vou à lua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é mais ou menos isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRLcbOFskeI/AAAAAAAAAao/uP15QJgLvFE/s72-c/amarelinhas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3035889915210807855</id><published>2008-11-06T10:44:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:00:15.346-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>dzzzzzzzzzzzzah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRLcPN7Ot1I/AAAAAAAAAag/TYUotU9N6T4/s1600-h/mar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265513068343768914" style="WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 288px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRLcPN7Ot1I/AAAAAAAAAag/TYUotU9N6T4/s400/mar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fímbria deslizante para o infinito&lt;br /&gt;em reflexos metálicos e húmidos&lt;br /&gt;a calmaria sustém-nos&lt;br /&gt;bem como a tormenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não há como a água para lavar&lt;br /&gt;e lavar é espalhar a alma por gotas e poeiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;} fímbria é muito poético não é? mas febra não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3035889915210807855?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3035889915210807855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/dzzzzzzzzzzzzah.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3035889915210807855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3035889915210807855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/dzzzzzzzzzzzzah.html' title='dzzzzzzzzzzzzah!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRLcPN7Ot1I/AAAAAAAAAag/TYUotU9N6T4/s72-c/mar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4635150550544755650</id><published>2008-11-05T10:54:00.005-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:11:29.091-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='china'/><title type='text'>to Mr. President Barack Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRGOiW9oU7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TtbjNumTCtI/s1600-h/Capturar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265146160303592370" style="WIDTH: 398px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRGOiW9oU7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TtbjNumTCtI/s400/Capturar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Governing a large country is like frying small fish.&lt;br /&gt;Too much poking spoils the meat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the * is used to govern the world&lt;br /&gt;then evil will lose its power to harm the people.&lt;br /&gt;Not that evil will no longer exist,&lt;br /&gt;but only because it has lost its power.&lt;br /&gt;Just as evil can lose its ability to harm,&lt;br /&gt;the Master shuns the use of violence.&lt;br /&gt;If you give evil nothing to oppose,&lt;br /&gt;then virtue will return by itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;translation of the Tao Te Ching of Lao Tzu by j.h.mcdonald, 1996&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4635150550544755650?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4635150550544755650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-mr-president-barack-obama.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4635150550544755650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4635150550544755650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-mr-president-barack-obama.html' title='to Mr. President Barack Obama'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRGOiW9oU7I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/TtbjNumTCtI/s72-c/Capturar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-1322557300472561466</id><published>2008-11-03T11:02:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:08:35.444-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><title type='text'>pequenas conversas II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQ7ptUC-uAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/_nhCgKs4khA/s1600-h/LetterM_web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264401979127281666" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQ7ptUC-uAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/_nhCgKs4khA/s320/LetterM_web.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-man man man man man&lt;br /&gt;-mamã?&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;-mamã! diz outra vez: mamã!&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;-mamã!&lt;br /&gt;-hmmmmmm a&lt;br /&gt;- (sorriso)... mamã!&lt;br /&gt;-....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-man man man man man man&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-1322557300472561466?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQ7ptUC-uAI/AAAAAAAAAaA/_nhCgKs4khA/s72-c/LetterM_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-5907520124866081180</id><published>2008-11-03T01:37:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:17:37.568-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pássaros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>amigos e cagarros</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRLgSq7ydRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QaKtdAU2qxU/s1600-h/cag.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265517525716858130" style="WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SRLgSq7ydRI/AAAAAAAAAaw/QaKtdAU2qxU/s400/cag.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu gostava que todos os meus amigos viessem ler com regularidade o meu blog&lt;br /&gt;também gostava que o comentassem muito&lt;br /&gt;faço-o com esse ideal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas o que eu gostava mesmo era que todos os meus amigos tivessem um blog&lt;br /&gt;que eu pudesse ver e ler&lt;br /&gt;e assim senti-los melhor e aqui mais perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é que... as fotos do hi5 e do facebook e tal são só fotos - expressões faciais e/ou corporais&lt;br /&gt;e nos blogs eu poderia ter contacto com expressões espirituais, sentimentais, intimistas, críticas, etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosto muito dos meus amigos e estou aqui no meio do atlântico&lt;br /&gt;onde eles não me vêm bater à porta da cozinha&lt;br /&gt;como fazem os &lt;a href="http://www.horta.uac.pt/species/aves/procelariformes/Calonectris_diomedea/Cagarro.htm"&gt;cagarros&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-5907520124866081180?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5907520124866081180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/11/amigos-e-cagarros.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5907520124866081180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5907520124866081180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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costas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQ2gwmNeCXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1YCKXjLbqAo/s1600-h/garrafinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264040296217184626" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQ2gwmNeCXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1YCKXjLbqAo/s400/garrafinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;garrafinha garrafinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na crista da espuma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salta pocinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por enquanto és só uma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;outras seguirão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por esse mar afora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do tomás, do julião&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e também da aurora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6761653529569578061?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQ2gwmNeCXI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1YCKXjLbqAo/s72-c/garrafinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-9084955896246267070</id><published>2008-10-29T10:07:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T11:07:04.893-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pássaros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>Estar Atento</title><content type='html'>Andar com a cabeça levantada.&lt;br /&gt;Há notícias no vento e na luz&lt;br /&gt;Informações nas esquinas&lt;br /&gt;Ideias se revelam nos voos das aves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dois sorrisos de velhotas&lt;br /&gt;Um reflexo na água onde mergulha o caranguejo&lt;br /&gt;O motor de um avião ao longe&lt;br /&gt;Uma bicada de ave perdida na porta da cozinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedras que absorvem água&lt;br /&gt;Pedras que boiam&lt;br /&gt;Vulcões adormecidos&lt;br /&gt;Barcos com gambiarras festivas no escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riscos de chuva à frente da árvore&lt;br /&gt;Lagartixas de rabo cortado que são mais ariscas&lt;br /&gt;Cães que uivam às ambulâncias&lt;br /&gt;Malucos que riem nos caixotes do lixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é maravilhoso&lt;br /&gt;estar atento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-9084955896246267070?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4220299484221132711</id><published>2008-10-28T19:09:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T19:30:36.373-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>começou o inverno ontem em todo o hemisfério norte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQd1sklEbWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fie_i7CAfvY/s1600-h/frio_fashion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262304098199563618" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQd1sklEbWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fie_i7CAfvY/s320/frio_fashion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as estações não começam nas datas dos solstícios nem dos equinócios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nem sequer há 4 estações como consta nos manuais humanos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o tempo meteorológico vagueia e transforma-se a seu bel-prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um pouco mais quente e calmo numas alturas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais tormentoso e frio noutras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;a única divisão eficaz entre o verão e o inverno é a mudança da HORA. e ontem foi o primeiro dia de inverno porque foi o 1º dia em que as pessoas saíram dos seus trabalhos de noite. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;foi o 1º dia em que era de noite e ainda havia lojas abertas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é agora que se começa a farejar o........................................ natal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4220299484221132711?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQd1sklEbWI/AAAAAAAAAZY/fie_i7CAfvY/s72-c/frio_fashion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-2493949847815493434</id><published>2008-10-27T15:02:00.007-01:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T11:10:41.509-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><title type='text'>pequenas conversas I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQXp0urvXfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/x2kF0oyUQjE/s1600-h/b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261868831746252274" style="WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQXp0urvXfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/x2kF0oyUQjE/s320/b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- bá, diz bá&lt;br /&gt;- prrr&lt;br /&gt;-bá, diz bá. bá!&lt;br /&gt;- ah&lt;br /&gt;- (sorriso) bá, diz bá. bá... bá...&lt;br /&gt;-........ âoh .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-2493949847815493434?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2493949847815493434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/pequena-conversa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2493949847815493434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2493949847815493434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/pequena-conversa.html' title='pequenas conversas I'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQXp0urvXfI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/x2kF0oyUQjE/s72-c/b.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-6488284311294828802</id><published>2008-10-27T11:33:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:36:46.092-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>poesia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQW1rF4uWjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fvUNTj8XuJI/s1600-h/kreidefelsen-auf-ruegen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261811491571391026" style="WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQW1rF4uWjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fvUNTj8XuJI/s320/kreidefelsen-auf-ruegen.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a poesia não é uma arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a literatura é uma arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a poesia e a arte são uma e a mesma coisa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6488284311294828802?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQW1rF4uWjI/AAAAAAAAAZI/fvUNTj8XuJI/s72-c/kreidefelsen-auf-ruegen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7667687121534429642</id><published>2008-10-27T11:18:00.004-01:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T11:37:42.854-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>adulto só fala merda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQWx5nVWtKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6yebjxyn_Uc/s1600-h/2_men_talking_01_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261807343021503650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQWx5nVWtKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6yebjxyn_Uc/s200/2_men_talking_01_b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gosto desta expressão brasileira. "&lt;em&gt;x&lt;/em&gt; só fala merda" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;dá-me vontade de rir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;expressões é, aliás, com os brasileiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;talvez o brasileiro adulto não fale só merda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas os adultos falam de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que fizeram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como fizeram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que disseram quando fizeram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que os outros responderam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que compraram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que querem comprar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;o que os outros compraram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;futebol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;política&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;economia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;doenças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;moda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;saldos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;promoções&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enfim: só merda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as crianças falam do que calha. pode ser de coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;descobertas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inventadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esquisitas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;confusas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;divertidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de meter medo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou até de merda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;agora &lt;em&gt;só&lt;/em&gt; merda é que não, aliás, nunca falam &lt;em&gt;só&lt;/em&gt; de nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eu já falo de muita merda. já tenho 23 anos. mas ainda falo de outras coisas. e tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;a arte não é merda. mas os financiamentos são. tudo o que meta gente de gravata é merda.&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/28087967-7667687121534429642?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7667687121534429642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/adulto-s-fala-merda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7667687121534429642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7667687121534429642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/adulto-s-fala-merda.html' title='adulto só fala merda'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQWx5nVWtKI/AAAAAAAAAZA/6yebjxyn_Uc/s72-c/2_men_talking_01_b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-2166569375661865058</id><published>2008-10-25T22:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-25T22:42:34.440Z</updated><title type='text'>bem aventurados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQOgwbkTIxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Y_Z9mUbCMkA/s1600-h/rir.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261225543593042706" style="WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQOgwbkTIxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Y_Z9mUbCMkA/s400/rir.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém quer ficar maluco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eles são as pessoas que mais se riem sozinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E rir sozinho é bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-2166569375661865058?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2166569375661865058/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/bem-aventurados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2166569375661865058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2166569375661865058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/bem-aventurados.html' title='bem aventurados'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SQOgwbkTIxI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Y_Z9mUbCMkA/s72-c/rir.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-5729762654681271012</id><published>2008-10-22T16:59:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-10-22T17:11:07.790Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>ensinamento animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SP9cqvEm1_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3-YmBDs7lvk/s1600-h/camale%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260024779052079090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SP9cqvEm1_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3-YmBDs7lvk/s320/camale%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;não te coles a nenhuma aparência&lt;br /&gt;mas sê sensível ao que te rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chamaeleo Calyptratus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li este ensinamento nos olhos deste animal mas gostava ainda de acrescentar algumas palavras minhas: a paisagem é tudo. A paisagem nunca é o resto. E então quando dizem "e o resto é paisagem" é que não faz mesmo sentido nenhum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-5729762654681271012?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5729762654681271012/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/ensinamento-animal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5729762654681271012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5729762654681271012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/ensinamento-animal.html' title='ensinamento animal'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SP9cqvEm1_I/AAAAAAAAAYI/3-YmBDs7lvk/s72-c/camale%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-9067255730407186454</id><published>2008-10-21T23:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:29:46.619Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><title type='text'>boa energia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SP5k1bntTPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Jb5QLJy6AlQ/s1600-h/Nuclear_fireball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259752283925466354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SP5k1bntTPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Jb5QLJy6AlQ/s320/Nuclear_fireball.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SP5k1ntBd3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/V8QntOSryLU/s1600-h/ventoi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259752287168984946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SP5k1ntBd3I/AAAAAAAAAYA/V8QntOSryLU/s320/ventoi.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma é explosiva barulhenta perigosa&lt;br /&gt;a outra é quase silenciosa quieta e inócua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque é que ainda há tantas nuclearices?&lt;br /&gt;as renováveis são "para mariquinhas"?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-9067255730407186454?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9067255730407186454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/boa-energia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/9067255730407186454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/9067255730407186454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/boa-energia.html' title='boa energia'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SP5k1bntTPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/Jb5QLJy6AlQ/s72-c/Nuclear_fireball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-691634965203665929</id><published>2008-10-20T18:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-21T23:30:10.253Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>poema das moscas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPzJhOo4GmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MdGkkYq1Jlk/s1600-h/Sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259300037564308066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPzJhOo4GmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MdGkkYq1Jlk/s400/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a mosca zumbe&lt;br /&gt;a tensão da minha sensatez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é mafiosamente dedilhada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-691634965203665929?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/691634965203665929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/poema-das-moscas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/691634965203665929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/691634965203665929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/poema-das-moscas.html' title='poema das moscas'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPzJhOo4GmI/AAAAAAAAAXg/MdGkkYq1Jlk/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7087551286253767330</id><published>2008-10-17T11:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-17T11:51:54.457Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>Título do Post: A VIDA</title><content type='html'>Descobri que ninguém é melhor do que ninguém por aquilo que &lt;em&gt;consegue fazer&lt;/em&gt;. Para muitos isto não é novidade, mas para mim, embora já tivesse formulado este pensamento, só há alguns meses é que eu &lt;em&gt;senti&lt;/em&gt; que isso é mesmo verdade. Nem o Mozart é melhor do que o Toy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentença esquisita, esta última. Obrigo-me a explicá-la:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há tempo para tudo. Não há tempo para sermos pais e trabalhadores e donos de casa e estudar e ainda por cima fazer isso tudo bem feito. E se por acaso houver tempo para isso não haverá tempo para mais nada. E ser melhor não é deixar de relaxar, de descansar, de ter momentos de lazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida de adultos o que faz de nós o que somos é aquilo em que gastamos o nosso tempo. Já que em crianças gastávamos o tempo todo a &lt;em&gt;viver &lt;/em&gt;(fazer coisas sem nome, acções sem verbo: era tudo brincar e brincar é viver). Em adultos, tudo o que fazemos tem nome: trabalhamos, estudamos, passeamos, limpamos, descansamos, divertimo-nos, lemos... etc). O que faz de nós o que somos são estes verbozinhos. Se não fazemos muitos verbozinhos somos preguiçosos, se fizermos muitos, somos activos, se só trabalharmos e lermos jornais, somos sérios, se só nos divertimos e passeamos somos vadios, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há duas coisas que nos impelem para estes verbozinhos: o gosto e a obrigação. O gosto não preciso de explicá-lo e a obrigação pode ter várias origens, mas normalmente são de &lt;em&gt;sobrevivência&lt;/em&gt;: pão, saúde/higiene e aceitação social. Julgo que os que podem gastar mais tempo naquilo que gostam são mais talentosos &lt;em&gt;nisso&lt;/em&gt; do que os outros. E á tão válido ser talentoso na música como noutra coisa qualquer*. Mas como é que se pode achar que alguém é mais talentoso do que outro alguém se por acaso este segundo não tem hipóteses de ter tempo para aquilo de que gosta e o primeiro tem dinheiro para pagar a alguém que faça por si aquilo que ele não gosta, e assim ter tempo para fazer o que gosta? Não é o tempo que é dinheiro, é o dinheiro que é tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Vamos agora ao asterisco, porque eu ostensivamente ignorei aqui todas as pessoas que gostam de gastar o tempo em prejudicar outras pessoas. Também ignorei que há pessoas que fazem coisas para os outros, e por isso são mais amadas, claro. Só que serem mais amadas não quer dizer que tenham mais valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mozart gostava de música. &lt;em&gt;Ele brincava na música, a música era tudo para ele - vivia e sobrevivia dela&lt;/em&gt;. O Toy também gosta de música, não duvido, mas gosta mais de outras coisas, e isso vê-se logo. É claro que eu prefiro a música do Mozart, que é uma música que foi feita com toda a alma. O talento é a entrega e cada ser humano se entrega àquilo que escolhe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer bem as suas escolhas é preciso, acima de tudo, estar atento a si próprio. E ao lugar que os outros têm dentro de si próprio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-7087551286253767330?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7087551286253767330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/ttulo-do-post-vida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7087551286253767330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7087551286253767330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/ttulo-do-post-vida.html' title='Título do Post: A VIDA'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4338634455590684248</id><published>2008-10-15T15:37:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:37:13.313-01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mensagem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>sobre fazer cinema</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPYWT47KKZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GHRsF4SFVGI/s1600-h/2580943014_8a480c61c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257414145955473810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPYWT47KKZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GHRsF4SFVGI/s400/2580943014_8a480c61c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não &lt;/span&gt;quero para aqui dar lições sobre fazer cinema, porque em primeiro lugar &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; o sei e em segundo lugar se o soubesse &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; sabia como o ensinar e em terceiro lugar mesmo que até isso conseguisse o mais provável é que &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;ninguém &lt;/span&gt;aprendesse. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt; por algum de nós ser burro, mas porque as coisas boas &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;raramente&lt;/span&gt; são passíveis de ser ensinadas. Por isso queria só lembrar uma coisa, pois estou certa quem quem se lembrar sempre daquilo que eu vou aqui dizer já se sentirá mais amparado nas suas escolhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cinema&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; ter numa sala um grupo de pessoas - e ainda que seja só uma - sentadas em cadeiras, na escuridão, com todos os seus sentidos postos no filme. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não&lt;/span&gt;, o cinema &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;design&lt;/span&gt;, que encaminha as atenções das pessoas para coisas mais ou menos úteis, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nem&lt;/span&gt; fotografia impressa numa revista, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nem &lt;/span&gt;quadro que se veja em pé numa exposição mal iluminada, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nem&lt;/span&gt; livro que se leia na diagonal, ou desfolhando rapidamente as páginas entre os dedos. O cinema também &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é filme que se veja na televisão, entre uma lata de coca-cola, um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xixi&lt;/span&gt; e um telefonema. O cinema também &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt; é um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVD&lt;/span&gt; que se compre ou se alugue e se tenha problemas com o menu, ou com as colunas, ou com a TV ou com o formato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cinema&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;é&lt;/span&gt; ter &lt;strong&gt;a gente&lt;/strong&gt; por algum tempo, &lt;strong&gt;totalmente entregue&lt;/strong&gt; ao teu filme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4338634455590684248?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4338634455590684248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/cine-cinema.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4338634455590684248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4338634455590684248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/cine-cinema.html' title='sobre fazer cinema'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPYWT47KKZI/AAAAAAAAAWk/GHRsF4SFVGI/s72-c/2580943014_8a480c61c1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-2645126546003846651</id><published>2008-10-11T13:16:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-11T13:21:32.516Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicicleta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>little life in colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPCnokL4mbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9cZuBhlF0tI/s1600-h/lifeincolors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255885080491497906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPCnokL4mbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9cZuBhlF0tI/s400/lifeincolors.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;são girinhas não são? e podem ver todas em grande &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/tomasmelo/sets/72157604673203082/"&gt;aqui neste álbum do flickr&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-2645126546003846651?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2645126546003846651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-life-in-colors.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2645126546003846651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2645126546003846651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/little-life-in-colors.html' title='little life in colors'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SPCnokL4mbI/AAAAAAAAAV8/9cZuBhlF0tI/s72-c/lifeincolors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4336791599448413439</id><published>2008-10-10T14:24:00.017Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T14:59:26.738Z</updated><title type='text'>o Caos e o Cosmos</title><content type='html'>ontem, durante a minha hora de televisão semanal&lt;br /&gt;tive uma experiência que se inseria perfeitamente no blog - &lt;a href="http://www.duplas.blogspot.com/"&gt;duplas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas como a quero explicar um bocadinho melhor... cá vai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eram 22h, na rtp.n e na sic.n estavam a "dar-lhe" na enorme crise que acertou mesmo em cheio no nosso "pequeno" planeta&lt;br /&gt;a crise económica, com as bolsas a cairem pelo mundo inteiro (felizmente ainda não houve feridos)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;depoimentos de pessoas muito importantes&lt;br /&gt;todos com cara de caso, incluindo os pivots&lt;br /&gt;fartavam-se de mostrar gráficos e indices e percentagens&lt;br /&gt;as imagens que iam entretendo o espectador&lt;br /&gt;cofres de bancos americanos até escritórios de grandes edificios e indices e mais números&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu por ali fiquei&lt;br /&gt;entre um canal e o outro&lt;br /&gt;a entrar no mundo, a tentar perceber o porquê da crise&lt;br /&gt;e quando já estava mesmo cheio de informação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mudei para o odisseia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um rapaz com ar de ser humano, mergulhava ao largo de uma ilha&lt;br /&gt;nadava com as tartarugas, enormes&lt;br /&gt;apanhou uma, trouxe-a para terra no seu barquinho&lt;br /&gt;foi até ao interior da ilha onde a trocou por um porco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SO9polTH7bI/AAAAAAAABec/oJ9RryccZK0/s1600-h/WaterMusic-full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255535436092665266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SO9polTH7bI/AAAAAAAABec/oJ9RryccZK0/s320/WaterMusic-full.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ureparapara in the Banks Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4336791599448413439?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4336791599448413439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-caos-e-o-cosmos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4336791599448413439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4336791599448413439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-caos-e-o-cosmos.html' title='o Caos e o Cosmos'/><author><name>tomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SQZw4DHQflI/AAAAAAAAB88/UeKInUBNYyI/S220/18%2520masp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SO9polTH7bI/AAAAAAAABec/oJ9RryccZK0/s72-c/WaterMusic-full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3034398279865976284</id><published>2008-10-10T11:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:47:29.199Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>fresquinhas do mercado!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SO9AlGwlt8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/S61MvQr6o7M/s1600-h/cebola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255490296378406850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SO9AlGwlt8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/S61MvQr6o7M/s400/cebola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;duas senhoras encontraram-se há 15 minutos à minha frente no mercado da horta&lt;br /&gt;tinham os seus setenta anos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma delas, cabelos brancos bem penteados e baton vermelho diz à outra, mal a vê (mais gordinha, de óculos e caracóis cinzentos):&lt;br /&gt;-esta noite sonhei que estava mais umas do nosso tempo numa festa num género de teatro fayalense. e também estavas lá tu!&lt;br /&gt;-ai sim? todas nos teatros?&lt;br /&gt;-não, tu estavas muito zangada por causa de não sei quê...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não pude ouvir mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as velhinhas - vi mais para além destas, por isso sei do que estou a falar - nesta manhã cinzenta estavam todas muito bonitas. as roupas delas têm texturas e padrões que ficam lindamente com estes dias.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3034398279865976284?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3034398279865976284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/fresquinhas-do-mercado.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3034398279865976284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3034398279865976284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/fresquinhas-do-mercado.html' title='fresquinhas do mercado!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SO9AlGwlt8I/AAAAAAAAAVs/S61MvQr6o7M/s72-c/cebola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7528178353015938766</id><published>2008-10-08T14:13:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:32:30.702Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açores'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>coisas que se dizem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SOzDOl0LVaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cOnFEDFlsuk/s1600-h/jujuju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254789520671069602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SOzDOl0LVaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cOnFEDFlsuk/s200/jujuju.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; cada povo tem as suas expressões, que são influenciadas pelo modo de vida desse povo e que por meu lado também acredito que influenciem o modo de vida das pessoas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui na ilha do faial&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas tratam-te por tu&lt;br /&gt;naturalmente sem problemas&lt;br /&gt;adoro isso&lt;br /&gt;quem me dera fazê-lo sem um nozinho na garganta&lt;br /&gt;hei-de conseguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no continente diz-se "estou um bocadinho cansada"&lt;br /&gt;aqui não&lt;br /&gt;aqui diz-se "estou uma coisinha cansada"&lt;br /&gt;"estou uma coisinha maldisposta", "esse tomate ainda está uma coisinha verde"&lt;br /&gt;não é giro? gosto tanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"é forte maluco" - é muito maluco&lt;br /&gt;"ela tem forte vontade" - ela tem muita vontade&lt;br /&gt;"dei forte pancada com este braço" - dei uma grande pancada com este braço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e esta é muito engraçada: quando passeio com o Julião nas ruas da cidade e ele está a dormir algumas pessoas comentam: "tadinho, tá-se consolando!" :) acho que está é uma verdadeira expressão idiomática porque não há propriamente "tradução" é assim: está-se consolando. e está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SOzDA45NmKI/AAAAAAAAAVU/yGhwLCtstsU/s1600-h/jujuju.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-7528178353015938766?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7528178353015938766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/coisas-que-se-dizem.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7528178353015938766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7528178353015938766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/coisas-que-se-dizem.html' title='coisas que se dizem'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SOzDOl0LVaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/cOnFEDFlsuk/s72-c/jujuju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3646021477909823323</id><published>2008-10-03T12:00:00.010Z</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:45:00.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Globalização</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/cjulio/2119527269/in/set-72157600015702263/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252896667475250738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SOYJsCKyDjI/AAAAAAAABY8/8shyPh3K7mM/s400/praia+artificial+calheta+MADEIRA.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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&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;Eles foram buscar areia a Marrocos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E na Madeira Eles construiram esta praia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles legalizaram todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todos estes imigrantes grãos de areia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;todos fora daqui! Vão pá vossa terra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os Cubos de betão podem ficar porque são muito lindos e direitinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles legalizam tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles legalizam tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles legalizam tudo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e não deixam nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_____________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles proibem tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eles proibem tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eles proibem tudo&lt;br /&gt;e não deixam nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eles obrigam-nos a tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eles obrigam-nos a tudo&lt;br /&gt;Eles obrigam-nos a tudo&lt;br /&gt;e não deixam nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Mais facil será satisfazerem-nos todos os Natais&lt;br /&gt;Quando todos os lugares do mundo forem iguais&lt;br /&gt;Poderemos ficar em casa, finalmente&lt;br /&gt;a consumir descansadamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3646021477909823323?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3646021477909823323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/globalizao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3646021477909823323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3646021477909823323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/globalizao.html' title='Globalização'/><author><name>tomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SQZw4DHQflI/AAAAAAAAB88/UeKInUBNYyI/S220/18%2520masp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SOYJsCKyDjI/AAAAAAAABY8/8shyPh3K7mM/s72-c/praia+artificial+calheta+MADEIRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-38185681422717241</id><published>2008-10-02T10:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-10-02T10:47:07.094Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>Quando se anda sozinho na praia pensa-se</title><content type='html'>porque é que será que muitas vezes, quando estamos sozinhos, nos sentimos e nos comportamos como se estivéssemos a ser observados por um número considerável -mas apesar de tudo impossível de precisar- de olhos?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-38185681422717241?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/38185681422717241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-se-anda-sozinho-na-praia-pensa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/38185681422717241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/38185681422717241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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resultado da soma das individualidades&lt;br /&gt;e que em toda a individualidade pesa a força das massas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-1159462688940035253?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1159462688940035253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/10/quando-se-anda-de-bicicleta-pensa-se-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1159462688940035253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1159462688940035253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SNkn0Ne-EPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sdSB0zvoNlU/s1600-h/PIU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249270618603262194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SNkn0Ne-EPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sdSB0zvoNlU/s320/PIU.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Há aqui na Horta, perto de nossa casa, uma casinha de um senhor. Sempre que por lá se passa podemos ouvir a missa em altos gritos, ou o Quim Barreiros, ou a Júlia Pinheiro ou qualquer outra coisa que nem sempre é bom ouvir em altos gritos. O volume do som contrasta com as dimensões da casa. Mínima, e com a porta aberta numa óbvia tentativa de respirar. Acredito que a gritaria não seja por o senhor ser surdo mas sim por essa necessidade de extravasar as paredes da sua casinha. Que importa se as pessoas da rua estão interessadas em ouvir... o que importa é sair, sair projectado daqui, entornar-mo-nos daqui para fora. Não é um senhor jovem que possa sair correndo até à praia e mergulhar. É uma forma diferente de o fazer, esta. &lt;p&gt;Assim os carrinhos que no continente se chamam mata-velhos ou papa-reformas abundam aqui, assapam pela marginal, muito quitados e com o tum-ts-tum a bater tão rápido quanto o seu coraçãozinho de carrinho pequenininho. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Engraçado não é? Acho que deve ser por a ilha ser pequenina e por não conseguirem pôr a caldeira a cantar o Hino dos Açores ao atlântico inteiro... cada um à sua escala!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-5949732665788878754?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5949732665788878754/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/extravasar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5949732665788878754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5949732665788878754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/extravasar.html' title='extravasar'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SNkn0Ne-EPI/AAAAAAAAAQo/sdSB0zvoNlU/s72-c/PIU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4057240873667497779</id><published>2008-09-21T18:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:44:26.016Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>reconheço logo existe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SNaV5ZVy2QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8Un7BEzkcN0/s1600-h/pedra-no-caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248547229034273026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SNaV5ZVy2QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8Un7BEzkcN0/s400/pedra-no-caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei quando as pessoas querem alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É quando vejo na sua expressão aquilo que sinto quando quero alguma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei quando os animais querem alguma coisa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É quando vejo nas suas expressões aquilo que vejo nas pessoas quando querem alguma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei quando as plantas querem alguma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É quando vejo nas suas expressões o mesmo vigor que vejo nos outros seres com vontade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas muitas vezes não consigo perceber a vontade dos minerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou o que sentem eles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque não reconheço neles aquilo que reconheço nos outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há dúvida de que são diferentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda assim há aquelas vezes em que os percebo tão bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que reconheço que eles sentem muito mais do que aquilo que eu posso perceber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hei-de estar mais atenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É que o que eu mais gosto mesmo neste mundo é de expressões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4057240873667497779?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4057240873667497779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/reconheo-logo-existe.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4057240873667497779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4057240873667497779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/reconheo-logo-existe.html' title='reconheço logo existe'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SNaV5ZVy2QI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/8Un7BEzkcN0/s72-c/pedra-no-caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-2070052711832628657</id><published>2008-09-18T12:42:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:52:09.668Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><title type='text'>Sobre os comunistas, revoluções e outras ilusões.</title><content type='html'>Se o povo não se revolta é porque não está revoltado.Se o povo não está revoltado é porque não está descontente.Não é bom sinal o povo não estar descontente?Para os comunistas não. Para os comunistas, um povo que não se revolta é um povo oprimido (na melhor das hipóteses), ou estúpido (e esta ainda não é a pior hipótese).Para os comunistas a revolução parece ser o fim em si mesmo. Nas suas cabeças pintam a tinta vermelha eternos cenários de gritaria e punhos estendidos, estandartes, canções, marchas e megafones. O pós-revolução será sempre, para um revolucionário, uma desilusão. Seja qual for o resultado que ela origine, será um resultado pós-coital de sabor amargo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o único refúgio é continuar a pensar naquela profetizada revolução, a única, a verdadeira, a libertadora. E até lá (até à morte) é ir dando o gosto ao dedo fazendo umas greves sindicais, cujos manifestantes foram levados de autocarro até Lisboa e que no mesmo dia voltam de autocarro para as suas casinhas. Porque ela foi profetizada, ela foi profetizada... a luta continua, o sonho continua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os judeus sempre houve a profecia do Messias, o salvador. Quando Jesus apareceu, houve quem achasse que era ele e outros que preferiram continuar a sonhar. Os primeiros passaram a ser cristãos, os outros continuaram a ser judeus. A quantidade de sangue que jorrou dessa divergência deixa qualquer um sem palavras. Já viram a força que tem um sonho? E todas as cabeças têm os seus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela sua potência, os sonhos deviam ser sonhados mas pouco alardeados. São preciosos, a vida vive deles... mas eles não são nem podem ser a vida.As alterações sociais (e quaisquer outras alterações) que se produzem ao ritmo e ao som do cantar dos pássaros são bem mais seguras e aconchegantes do que as que são feitas a som e ritmo de megafone. Mas este é o meu sonho e talvez eu devesse calá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SNJM_b83CpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fUZlux2OuQY/s1600-h/mini_nature004.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247341168558541458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SNJM_b83CpI/AAAAAAAAAPw/fUZlux2OuQY/s400/mini_nature004.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-2070052711832628657?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2070052711832628657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/sobre-os-comunistas-revolues-e-outras.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-8536105236863020646</id><published>2008-09-17T11:25:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-09-17T15:15:10.328Z</updated><title type='text'>A História é Controversa</title><content type='html'>e disso ninguém tem dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aliás, qualquer coisa com mais de um mês, por se começar a diluir na memória, torna-se rápidamente controverso e motivo de discórdias. e não estou a ter em conta os historiadores (escritores da história) terem já a memória toda baralhada pelos cabelos brancos - infelizmente a história não é escrita pelas crianças, nem&lt;a href="http://almariada.blogspot.com/2008/09/era-uma-vez-um-leo.html"&gt; pelos leões&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque é que todos recordamos os mesmos personagens do passado?&lt;br /&gt;porque é que há apenas duas visões? os bons e os maus, os maus e os bons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para mim a culpa é dos livros&lt;br /&gt;porque o que é lido é tido como certo, e o que é decorado (como todos o fizémos por disciplina em história) é tido como sabido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venho por este meio propor que a História seja escrita por imagens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;filmadas ou desenhadas, fotografadas ou recortadas&lt;br /&gt;havendo várias visões, haverá uma realidade!&lt;br /&gt;talvez um pouco cubista...&lt;br /&gt;e por isso a controversia pode finalmente aumentar e tornar-se interessante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SNDsz2TbihI/AAAAAAAABUs/SuG-95yWYlM/s1600-h/history.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SNDsz2TbihI/AAAAAAAABUs/SuG-95yWYlM/s400/history.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246953941381122578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-8536105236863020646?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8536105236863020646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/histria-controversa.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8536105236863020646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8536105236863020646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/histria-controversa.html' title='A História é Controversa'/><author><name>tomas</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SQZw4DHQflI/AAAAAAAAB88/UeKInUBNYyI/S220/18%2520masp.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iKMEd8GTmt8/SNDsz2TbihI/AAAAAAAABUs/SuG-95yWYlM/s72-c/history.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-273927221600993744</id><published>2008-09-15T12:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:52:44.360Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pássaros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>estar atento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SM5yErUE_UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TziBq4q4fDk/s1600-h/P1011077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246256040605187394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SM5yErUE_UI/AAAAAAAAAPg/TziBq4q4fDk/s400/P1011077.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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&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&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;uma pessoa nunca se compreende totalmente a si própria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma pessoa nunca compreende nada totalmente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;por isso é confortante quando há coisas sobre nós que temos a certeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;eis as minhas:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-sono e período fazem de mim a pessoa mais miserável do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-atinjo a plenitude e a alegria completa quando há calma e conforto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-se estou a ter uns pensamentos e no meu campo de visão aparece um pássaro a voar, sinto formigas, uma violenta emoção no estômago&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pensava que tinha mais mas agora pensando bem não são coisas assim tão certas com tanta certeza. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas estas que aqui ficam são verdades, puras e cristalinas verdades.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-273927221600993744?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/273927221600993744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/estar-atento.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/273927221600993744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/273927221600993744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/estar-atento.html' title='estar atento'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-5903054216191704418?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5903054216191704418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/ol-pedro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5903054216191704418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5903054216191704418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/ol-pedro.html' title='olá pedro!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-8466165354026494157</id><published>2008-09-05T14:05:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:53:54.811Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='web'/><title type='text'>A Galeria de Van Gogh</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SMFEJeR2N5I/AAAAAAAAANc/n8xvv1V92zs/s1600-h/van+gogh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242546370773399442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SMFEJeR2N5I/AAAAAAAAANc/n8xvv1V92zs/s400/van+gogh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há 6 ou 7 anos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no autocarro do Redondo para Évora, onde todos os dias de manhã tinha que viajar com a Rádio Renascença, ouvi, numa rubrica sobre páginas da internet, a sugestão do seguinte endereço:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vangoghgallery.com/"&gt;http://www.vangoghgallery.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;talvez por ser do Van Gogh, talvez pela simplicidade do título da página, talvez por o ter ouvido e não lido, talvez por ter sido numa altura em que havia menos páginas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não só me lembrei dele para o ir ver à net&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como nunca mais o esqueci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é uma página infindável, boa para quem gosta de Van Gogh e de encontrar coisas "novas" dele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;lá há tudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quem dera que houvesse uma assim do Fernando Pessoa...&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/28087967-8466165354026494157?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8466165354026494157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/galeria-de-van-gogh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8466165354026494157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/8466165354026494157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/09/galeria-de-van-gogh.html' title='A Galeria de Van Gogh'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SMFEJeR2N5I/AAAAAAAAANc/n8xvv1V92zs/s72-c/van+gogh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-12240809228717061</id><published>2008-08-24T15:54:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:11:00.157Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>o bom e o melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SLGIRKMmtxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/d4cSlJM72X0/s1600-h/lavallee-dance_sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238117669984974610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SLGIRKMmtxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/d4cSlJM72X0/s400/lavallee-dance_sun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom é fazer um jardim&lt;br /&gt;melhor é passear nele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom é ter uma biblioteca&lt;br /&gt;melhor é ler livros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom é ter uma boa casa&lt;br /&gt;melhor é estar lá dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom é lavar roupa&lt;br /&gt;melhor é vesti-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom é ter um filho&lt;br /&gt;melhor é brincar com ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom é apanhar figos&lt;br /&gt;melhor é comê-los&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom é ter uma vida&lt;br /&gt;mas melhor&lt;br /&gt;melhor é vivê-la&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-12240809228717061?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SLGIRKMmtxI/AAAAAAAAAMc/d4cSlJM72X0/s72-c/lavallee-dance_sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-2962739170204850125</id><published>2008-08-20T14:46:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:11:14.806Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açores'/><title type='text'>VIVA - O - PICO</title><content type='html'>(este vem fresquinho, é de hoje)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e quando o espírito se nos ensombra&lt;br /&gt;ou a raiva cresce sem razão&lt;br /&gt;não há como erguer a vista&lt;br /&gt;e o Pico nos acode em salvação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o lirismo copio-o dos livros&lt;br /&gt;as palavras do viver&lt;br /&gt;mas o que mais me impele nisto tudo&lt;br /&gt;é toda esta beleza que me quer morder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.internationalpen.org.uk/internationalpen/"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"qualidade literária duvidosa mas com conteúdo sentimental aparentemente autêntico"&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-2962739170204850125?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/2962739170204850125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-o-pico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2962739170204850125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/2962739170204850125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/08/viva-o-pico.html' title='VIVA - O - PICO'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7678509420277296209</id><published>2008-07-09T16:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:55:52.244Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>ter um filho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SHTjbOm78CI/AAAAAAAAAK0/r5kiX_mH_YU/s1600-h/dick-bruna-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221047924946628642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SHTjbOm78CI/AAAAAAAAAK0/r5kiX_mH_YU/s400/dick-bruna-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deixamos de ser adultos outra vez&lt;br /&gt;embora em muita coisa o fiquemos mais&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-7678509420277296209?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7678509420277296209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/ter-um-filho.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7678509420277296209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7678509420277296209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/07/ter-um-filho.html' title='ter um filho'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SHTjbOm78CI/AAAAAAAAAK0/r5kiX_mH_YU/s72-c/dick-bruna-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4745348623086188307</id><published>2008-06-25T15:47:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T23:14:03.671Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><title type='text'>o cinema do cotovelo oeste</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216195412198771058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SGOmFz8hSXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WgUYHIasjjA/s320/Scan10002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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&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;Da minha janela tenho vista para a rua toda, desde o cotovelo leste ao cotovelo oeste. A minha janela fica virada a sul, por isso o sol entra-me em casa durante todo o dia. Sinto-me feliz com isso. O homem europeu também andava sempre do lado do sol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Passava para lá de manhãzinha e depois para cá à tardinha. Aos fins-de-semana passava muitas vezes. Parecia gastar os dois dias de descanso entre o cotovelo leste e o cotovelo oeste. Eu não me admirava com isso. No lado oeste da rua, depois do cotovelo, existe o CINEMA. O homem europeu gosta de cinema. Durante a semana trabalha e não pode ver as fitas, mas ao fim-de-semana vê-as todas. Durante o intervalo entre sessões vai sempre a casa, que fica no cotovelo leste. Por isso passa tantas vezes debaixo da minha janela, deixando no ar um fumo seco de cigarro espanhol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É claro que já troquei com ele algumas palavras. Nem sempre é um tipo simpático, mas sempre atento e nunca arrogante. Já houve quem lhe chamasse ignóbil mas nunca o vi ultrapassar os limites da decência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Costumava andar sozinho. Nos finais de tarde dos sábados fazia-se acompanhar no seu passeio por uma rapariga séria, morena e de grandes olhos tristes. Iam à sessão da noite. A rapariga levava o casaco de malha dobrado e pendurado no braço quando iam para o cinema e apenas pousado por cima dos ombros no regresso. Não raras vezes vinham a conversar. Ela não parecia mais animada do que antes, mas podia adivinhar-se que as conversas que mantinham eram sobre o filme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Permaneço horas a fio à janela do meu quarto, porque sou muito preguiçoso e gosto de ver os meus semelhantes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O homem indiano era assaz diferente. Passava sempre de manhã e sempre do lado da sombra. Era alto e magro e vestia uma túnica cor de açafrão que ondulava ao andar e deixava no ar uma mistura de incenso e cravinho. Só há filmes indianos de manhã, aos dias de semana. O homem indiano via-os todos, alguns repetidas vezes. Quando para lá ia acenava-me e perguntava-me sempre num português perfeito: "O senhor engenheiro passou bem?" E eu respondia sempre amavelmente. Muitas pessoas da rua o apelidavam de arruaceiro. Nunca o considerei tal. Tinha até gosto em ser seu vizinho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sua loja era no cotovelo leste, perfumada e colorida, onde atrás do balcão 1000 gavetas guardavam produtos culinários. Três lindas raparigas, suas filhas, sorriam e atendiam. Nunca lá comprei nada senão pimenta, único condimento ainda tolerado pelo meu delicado estômago, num pouco de queijo fresco de perfume branco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O homem indiano ficava no cinema a manhã toda e voltava cantando as músicas do filme. Eu sorria para mim mesmo. E perguntava-lhe: "Acabou bem?" E ele geralmente acenava alegremente que sim, mas vezes havia em que dizia apenas "Ai que pena, senhor engenheiro... é a vida!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só que não era a vida, eram os filmes. Mas não fazia mal. A vida do homem europeu e do homem indiano eram os filmes. E a minha era o filme da minha rua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4745348623086188307?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4745348623086188307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-cinema-do-cotovelo-oeste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4745348623086188307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4745348623086188307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-cinema-do-cotovelo-oeste.html' title='o cinema do cotovelo oeste'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/SGOmFz8hSXI/AAAAAAAAAKs/WgUYHIasjjA/s72-c/Scan10002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-8989500919459749601</id><published>2008-06-24T14:00:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:11:34.477Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><title type='text'>Canção de como salvei a minha tia Sara de um resfriado nas extremidades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;estava a papar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e uma mensagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;caiu do ar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dum personagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;do outro mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;na minha sopa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;caiu no fundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sujando a roupa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;da minha tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a que por sorte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;já nada via&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e até à morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ela nunca soube&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que de ensopado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;o seu lindo robe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ficou manchado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aquela carta &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;era para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;dizia "Marta"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;com letra assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;para o diferente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;com inclinação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;não frequente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;lá dentro ainda &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;era mais fina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;era tão linda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tão à menina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que eu gostei logo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;li-a a correr&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e era um jogo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a não perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;era um concurso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de outro planeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tinha um percurso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e uma meta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;a inscrição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;vinha no fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;com um cupão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;só para mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fui preenchê-lo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;para a cozinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;colei um selo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;numa cartinha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e enviei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;com os meus dados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;depois esperei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;os resultados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;um mês depois&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;já estava farta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;abri a carta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;aos safanões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tinha vencido &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;todas as provas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e recebido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uma meias novas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;quis ir contar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;à minha tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mas por azar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;já não ouvia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;apertei-lhe a mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;que estava gelada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mas no coração &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;não tinha nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ainda vivia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;em meu parecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;mas com a mão fria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;por resolver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fui ver das meias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as do concurso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;e enfiei-lhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;até ao pulso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;na sua cara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;cara de tia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;de tia Sara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;algo sorria.&lt;a href="http://www.theartwolf.com/imagenestAW/Goya_women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.theartwolf.com/imagenestAW/Goya_women.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-8989500919459749601?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/8989500919459749601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/06/cano-de-como-salvei-minha-tia-sara-de.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>Comunicado ao mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://boavistafc.com.sapo.pt/jardins%20babilonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://boavistafc.com.sapo.pt/jardins%20babilonia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As pessoas de agora&lt;br /&gt;que dizem que o antes é que era bom&lt;br /&gt;não sabem concerteza que&lt;br /&gt;aquilo que somos hoje&lt;br /&gt;é resultado do que fomos ontem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Publique-se.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3260072335136034905?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3134636148149685700</id><published>2008-06-06T15:16:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:58:20.276Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><title type='text'>Dúvida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cubeme.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/spencer-tunick-glacier-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: left" alt="" src="http://cubeme.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2007/08/spencer-tunick-glacier-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando as pessoas dizem "as pessoas isto" ou "as pessoas aquilo", é de nós que estão a falar?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3134636148149685700?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3134636148149685700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/06/dvida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3134636148149685700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3134636148149685700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/06/dvida.html' title='Dúvida'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-7579284626668734075</id><published>2008-04-16T17:04:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T18:59:58.303Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>ser "verde"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.manchestersciencefestival.com/pictures/2007/Events/~jDwjUlDDDDpjUl2r/greengrassearthandtree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.manchestersciencefestival.com/pictures/2007/Events/~jDwjUlDDDDpjUl2r/greengrassearthandtree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;agora querem alcatifar o mundo de verde?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://educar.sc.usp.br/ciencias/ecologia/fig16.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os ecossistemas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estão em harmonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;porque se adaptam e readaptam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não são esquemas fixos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem instaurados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a uma escala maior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no planeta terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a harmonia também assenta na eterna mudança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;os gelos gelam e degelam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mar e a terra avançam um para o outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as ervas, as rocha, os animais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;destróem-se, ajudam-se ou ignoram-se&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;entre eles estamos nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com as nossas preocupações.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a moderna e politicamente correcta preocupação com o planeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;não é mais do que uma egoísta preocupação com a espécie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a espécie humana&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão egoísta quanta a necessidade de andar de carro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apesar de saber que polui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão egoísta quanta a vontade de comer bacalhau&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;apesar de saber que são poucos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tão egoísta quanto todas as outras vontades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao salvar tubarões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;matamos salmões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ao salvar salmões &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;matamos camarões&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;uns valem mais porque são poucos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;outros valem menos porque são mais?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o que é ser ambientalista?&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/28087967-7579284626668734075?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/7579284626668734075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/04/ecossistema.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7579284626668734075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/7579284626668734075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/04/ecossistema.html' title='ser &quot;verde&quot;'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-9865904330980617</id><published>2008-03-06T10:43:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:07:34.876Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>o julião é minusculinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-9865904330980617?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9865904330980617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/9865904330980617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/9865904330980617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3424790821931569651</id><published>2008-02-13T20:11:00.003-01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T20:29:14.906-01:00</updated><title type='text'>mínimo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;já falta pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/R7NgvPX7OSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RVeGS4qE4qI/s1600-h/orion_mpg_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166579562221091106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/R7NgvPX7OSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RVeGS4qE4qI/s400/orion_mpg_big.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;esta é uma maternidade de estrelas&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3424790821931569651?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3424790821931569651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/02/mnimo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3424790821931569651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3424790821931569651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/02/mnimo.html' title='mínimo'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/R7NgvPX7OSI/AAAAAAAAAH4/RVeGS4qE4qI/s72-c/orion_mpg_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-5155305169713745984</id><published>2008-01-25T14:47:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:10:44.030Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='açores'/><title type='text'>sardinha no oceano</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/R5oIGsMiifI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Kgsw640Kr0s/s1600-h/P1010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159445234142317042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/R5oIGsMiifI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Kgsw640Kr0s/s400/P1010150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;estou aqui à janela da casa de banho, onde se apanha net de borla que vem do teatro faialense e onde se pode ir fazer xi-xi enquanto a net lenta demora a abrir uma página.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje está sol, o que não acontece todos os dias. o gato está feliz e não é o único. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;viver aqui não é calustrofóbico nem nada disso. viver aqui é fixe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;dentro da ilha do faial há paisagens muito fantásticas e não arranjo outra palavra para as descrever. gosto mais do interior do que da costa, mas na costa é que se vive. o interior é para se ir lá beber aos poucos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;não há borrego no talho e a salsicharia lisbonense não vende salsichas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes acordo à noite com o barulho das ondas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;o pico o pico o pico o pico o pico o pico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai o pico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;é deus ali à frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-5155305169713745984?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/5155305169713745984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/01/sardinha-no-oceano.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5155305169713745984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/5155305169713745984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2008/01/sardinha-no-oceano.html' title='sardinha no oceano'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/R5oIGsMiifI/AAAAAAAAAHg/Kgsw640Kr0s/s72-c/P1010150.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4067358131343993868</id><published>2007-12-13T23:56:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:12:14.692Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>Flores e Laranjas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ccn1.net/POTD7/fruit-carving/paolo-pachetti-orange-lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://ccn1.net/POTD7/fruit-carving/paolo-pachetti-orange-lion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uma vez&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;há muito tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;quiseram-me vestir assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;como a menina lá de trás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;posso dizer que é horrível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ter de ter uma coisa daquelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem a deixar cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a dar-nos cabo do pescoço&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;é naquela idade que nos fazem dessas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;antes não conseguimos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e depois já não deixamos&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;quanto ao leão aqui da frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é feito de laranjas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e em relação a laranjas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tenho a dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hoje em dia as laranjas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;têm vitamina C&lt;br /&gt;mas não têm Caroço&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;fico à espera de azeitonas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;cada vez maiores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mais doces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ccn1.net/POTD7/fruit-carving/paolo-pachetti-orange-lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e sem caroço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem espaço de caroço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tudo azeitona&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;assim como tudo é laranja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nas laranjas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem caroço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://ccn1.net/POTD7/fruit-carving/paolo-pachetti-orange-lion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4067358131343993868?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4067358131343993868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/12/flores-e-laranjas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4067358131343993868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4067358131343993868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/12/flores-e-laranjas.html' title='Flores e Laranjas'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-49123923885796072</id><published>2007-11-28T21:41:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:15:19.412Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><title type='text'>carris e metro</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://arquivo.forum.autohoje.com/uploaded/Lino%20Marques/20059417250_Lisboa%20-%20Av.%20Liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://arquivo.forum.autohoje.com/uploaded/Lino%20Marques/20059417250_Lisboa%20-%20Av.%20Liberdade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;estava eu a passar pelo sítio ilustrado na foto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;sentada num autocarro e parada no trânsito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e pensei porque é que mesmo assim me sentia melhor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do que indo de metro. vou numerar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a viagem parece mais curta *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;dá menos trabalho entrar num autocarro do que no metro **&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;as pessoas estão mais desinibidas ***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(no meu caso se fosse de metro tinha que mudar e indo de bus não tenho)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;* mesmo que a viagem seja mais longa ou mais morosa por haver trânsito, como temos coisas com que entreter os olhos e a mente fora das janelas, ela parece sempre mais curta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;** &lt;strong&gt;trabalho que dá entrar no autocarro&lt;/strong&gt;: ir até à paragem. esperar, entrar no autocarro e passar o cartão. &lt;strong&gt;trabalho que dá entrar no metro&lt;/strong&gt; : ir até à paragem, descer um lance de escadas, passar o cartão, passar a porta, descer outro lance de escadas, esperar, entrar no metro (isto quando não há mais lances de escadas)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;*** não sei a razão disto, mas o certo é que é verdade&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;isto é uma das muitas questões de economia pessoal com que uma pessoa na cidade se debate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/28087967-49123923885796072?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/49123923885796072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/11/carris-e-metro.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/49123923885796072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/49123923885796072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/11/carris-e-metro.html' title='carris e metro'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4906362456960579317</id><published>2007-11-17T18:42:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:13:20.960Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expressão'/><title type='text'>abrir os cofres</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rz9EXHXVnJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-lAZHpQ9ySc/s1600-h/sudoku2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133897264130268306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rz9EXHXVnJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-lAZHpQ9ySc/s200/sudoku2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rz9EXXXVnKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZvGgWIhVMwU/s1600-h/ano_novo2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133897268425235618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rz9EXXXVnKI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZvGgWIhVMwU/s200/ano_novo2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; é clicar para poder ler e ver&lt;br /&gt;as cores estão um pouco maradas&lt;br /&gt;e faltava algum rigor/vigor no traço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas elas estavam escondidas&lt;br /&gt;e quiseram vir cá para fora&lt;br /&gt;(já têm 2 anos!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-4906362456960579317?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4906362456960579317/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/11/abrir-os-cofres.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4906362456960579317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4906362456960579317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/11/abrir-os-cofres.html' title='abrir os cofres'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rz9EXHXVnJI/AAAAAAAAAG8/-lAZHpQ9ySc/s72-c/sudoku2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-6043931422523410576</id><published>2007-11-14T12:26:00.001-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:14:16.982Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>a espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7453/2969/200/200332/28a%20espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7453/2969/200/200332/28a%20espera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;este tema vem a propósito de várias coisas, umas mais importantes e outras mais irrelevantes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como de qualquer forma a única coisa constante é o presente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;penso que isso de alguma forma faz dele uma coisa relevante e importante, sempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;desde as maiores esperas, as que duram dias e talvez meses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às mais pequeninas, que um pão fique torrado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a espera é uma coisa sólida e palpável&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque irremovível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando estamos nela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque é apenas ultrapassável esperando tudo o que há a esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e só piora se desesperarmos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;enganar a espera fazendo outras coisas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;às vezes é bom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mas a espera em si pode ter um bom sabor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esperar é ter esperança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ter esperança é estar de esperanças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e se esperas, sempre alcanças. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6043931422523410576?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6043931422523410576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/11/espera.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6043931422523410576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6043931422523410576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/11/espera.html' title='a espera'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3715842484219930838</id><published>2007-11-01T16:55:00.002-01:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:14:59.850Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><title type='text'>Lisboa II</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.littlekidstuff.com/images/learning_curve_lc99549_tidmouth_station_big.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;a estação de comboios de Benfica tem sempre tanto vento que até dá raiva&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a estação de comboios de Sete Rios é muito feia e desorganizada por dentro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a estação de comboios de Entrecampos tem o mesmo problema que a anterior&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;estas três estações são todas a seguir umas às outras na linha de Sintra.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;não gosto de dizer mal mas ainda gosto menos destas estações.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3715842484219930838?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3715842484219930838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/11/lisboa-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3715842484219930838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3715842484219930838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/11/lisboa-ii.html' title='Lisboa II'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4917924062058289146</id><published>2007-09-28T16:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:15:48.055Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lisboa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>Passeio da Fama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ah, Lisboa sempre é Lisboa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rv03rNGfTTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n2rVfdQDFfM/s1600-h/chiado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115305967153532210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rv03rNGfTTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n2rVfdQDFfM/s400/chiado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O sítio onde estou a estagiar permite-me encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Eça, o Camões e o Pessoa todos os dias antes e depois do almoço (que é nas Belas Artes).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por isso eu sou o que se chama "uma tipa com sorte".&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estou a estagiar numa produtora cujo nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é uma síntese de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sobre a nudez forte da verdade, o manto diáfano da fantasia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;também encontro sempre o Chiado, mas desse só conheço a estátua e o sítio onde nasceu&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/28087967-4917924062058289146?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4917924062058289146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/09/passeio-da-fama.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4917924062058289146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4917924062058289146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/09/passeio-da-fama.html' title='Passeio da Fama'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rv03rNGfTTI/AAAAAAAAAGs/n2rVfdQDFfM/s72-c/chiado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-3670543405769301191</id><published>2007-09-16T13:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:16:20.753Z</updated><title type='text'>Como cozinhar esparguete no micro-ondas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.randomfate.net/MT/media/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.randomfate.net/MT/media/Flying_Spaghetti_Monster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(para uma pessoa)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. colocar um prato fundo cheio de água no micro-ondas&lt;br /&gt;2. aquecer até a água ferver&lt;br /&gt;3. pôr sal e o esparguete&lt;br /&gt;4. aquecer 1 min (potência máxima)&lt;br /&gt;5. mexer o esparguete&lt;br /&gt;6. aquecer mais 1 min&lt;br /&gt;7. mexer outra vez e pôr uma gota de azeite&lt;br /&gt;8. aquecer durante 3/4 min na potência máxima&lt;br /&gt;9. e depois mais 2 minutos numa potência média&lt;br /&gt;10. escorrer se ainda houver água &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-3670543405769301191?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/3670543405769301191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/09/como-cozinhar-esparguete-no-micro-ondas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3670543405769301191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/3670543405769301191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/09/como-cozinhar-esparguete-no-micro-ondas.html' title='Como cozinhar esparguete no micro-ondas'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-6753676971318140382</id><published>2007-09-14T23:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:16:48.172Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.lib.washington.edu/subject/history/bi/hsteu273/poiger5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.lib.washington.edu/subject/history/bi/hsteu273/poiger5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-6753676971318140382?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/6753676971318140382/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6753676971318140382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/6753676971318140382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-637407485723020532</id><published>2007-08-07T14:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:17:46.225Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'>do privilégio de ver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rsx38mfAQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/x6y6m1hGZk8/s1600-h/titanic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101584360910373714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rsx38mfAQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/x6y6m1hGZk8/s320/titanic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Já falei aqui uma vez sobre a televisão e a realidade. De se poder ver coisas na televisão que não se podem ver na realidade, mesmo que se esteja ao pé delas. VER é um privilégio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Desde há muito tempo que os castelos são construídos nos altos dos sítios. E, mesmo agora que perderam a sua função protectora, as pessoas vão lá acima para VER os arredores. E sobem a torres e compram casas com vista para aqui e para ali. O tamanho das janelas mostra a diferença entre um prédio de habitação social e de um de luxo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Os bilhetes no teatro, futebol e outros espectáculos são, claro tanto mais baratos quanto pior se vê. E etecetera.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assim era até aparecer o cinema e a televisão. Em que tudo é mostrado a toda a gente, do mesmo ponto de vista. Aliás: do MELHOR ponto de vista. O da câmara. E então as pessoas passaram a ver tudo: as emoções das princesas em grande plano, vistas de satélite, pisaram a Lua, desceram aos Oceanos, foram ao antigo Egipto, afundaram-se com o Titanic, viram mil maneiras de fazer amor, aprenderam a fumar e a beijar e tantas outras coisas.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma pessoa fica de tal forma habituada a essa democracia que não percebe como é que é possível só haver um Palácio da Pena. Ainda há muitas coisas que não podemos ver, nem mesmo num ecran. Com um ecran não se pode viver no Palácio da Pena, e é bem capaz de ser o melhor sítio do mundo para se estar. Com um ecran não veríamos a vista que se terá de lá. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nada está democratizado, embora a câmara de filmar às vezes dê essa impressão. Mas não é mau. Afinal quase podemos ser todos um bocadinho kings of the world. Pelo menos podemos imaginar melhor como seria. &lt;/p&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/28087967-637407485723020532?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/637407485723020532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-privilgio-de-ver.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/637407485723020532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/637407485723020532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/08/do-privilgio-de-ver.html' title='do privilégio de ver'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rsx38mfAQ1I/AAAAAAAAAFM/x6y6m1hGZk8/s72-c/titanic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-9045193277533770364</id><published>2007-06-19T18:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:18:16.356Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redondo'/><title type='text'>EM REDONDO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rngh-u59coI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aZIcbN9anVY/s1600-h/cartaz+pequeno+mini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5077845941486973570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rngh-u59coI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aZIcbN9anVY/s400/cartaz+pequeno+mini.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Domingo &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de Junho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;no Centro Cultural do Redondo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;vinde... aos magotes!!&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/28087967-9045193277533770364?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/9045193277533770364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/06/em-redondo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/9045193277533770364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/9045193277533770364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/06/em-redondo.html' title='EM REDONDO!'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/Rngh-u59coI/AAAAAAAAAEg/aZIcbN9anVY/s72-c/cartaz+pequeno+mini.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-4287084141135964453</id><published>2007-06-09T16:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:19:25.622Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Redondo'/><title type='text'>Redondo Escandinavo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://pracadarepublica.weblog.com.pt/IM000818redondo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://pracadarepublica.weblog.com.pt/IM000818redondo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Procurei no &lt;em&gt;google imagens&lt;/em&gt; a palavra &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;q=redondo"&gt;Redondo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://nevefrio.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/redondo2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://nevefrio.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/redondo2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://fotos.sapo.pt/nevao/pic/000ryyyd"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://fotos.sapo.pt/nevao/pic/000ryyyd" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/RmrdSe59cjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rt1qsGs2aew/s1600-h/redoneve.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074111239789834802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/RmrdSe59cjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rt1qsGs2aew/s200/redoneve.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e estas não são as únicas!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Convido à contagem do número de fotos de neve que encontram na primeira página de resultados se procurarem por &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;q=Kopenhagen"&gt;Kopenhagen&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?svnum=10&amp;amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;q=Stockholm"&gt;Stockholm&lt;/a&gt; ou &lt;a href="http://images.google.pt/images?svnum=10&amp;amp;hl=pt-PT&amp;amp;amp;gbv=2&amp;amp;q=oslo"&gt;Oslo&lt;/a&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/28087967-4287084141135964453?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/4287084141135964453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/06/redondo-escandinavo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4287084141135964453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/4287084141135964453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/06/redondo-escandinavo.html' title='Redondo Escandinavo?'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tQ41evb6gb0/RmrdSe59cjI/AAAAAAAAAD4/rt1qsGs2aew/s72-c/redoneve.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28087967.post-1162920265108706396</id><published>2007-05-23T14:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:03:54.942Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boa vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='economia pessoal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='povo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estar atento'/><title type='text'>Espécie de Humanos</title><content type='html'>Se olharmos para nós como um todo, as coisas sentem-se de outra maneira. Falo dos humanos enquanto espécie. Segundo sei, as espécies vivas, ao longo das suas gerações, estão em constante transformação, o que advém, principalmente, do meio ambiente onde estão e da sua forma de viver nele. Só como exemplo: os tibetanos estão mais aptos que nós para viver em altitude – mesmo que vivam ao nível do mar. A vida adapta-se às “contrariedades”, tornando-as banalidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto vem a propósito de um tema considerado fundamental: a saúde. Porque temos que comer isto e aquilo e fazer tal e coiso, se não…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De certeza que, há 150 mil anos, nenhuma pessoa queria, devia ou precisava de fazer jogging. Mas hoje em dia isso é necessário – é o que se diz. Porque os hábitos mudaram. Mas os hábitos já andam a mudar desde sempre. E isso é que nos tornou nestas criaturas que aqui vemos. A menos que queiramos a todo o custo continuar a ser iguais amanhã ao que somos hoje, não vale a pena preocupar-nos muito, porque o mundo há-de ir dar a algum lado, e não importa muito o que seja. O que se aplica em aqui é: “o que não mata, engorda”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- trata-se de confiar plenamente na (e deixar o trabalho todo para a) chamada selecção natural - &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É claro que isto é num sentido global, porque se quiserem ter as vossas egoïstices e serem super-saudáveis vocês mesmos, egoïstem-se praí, que também é fixe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.portaldoastronomo.org/images/arquivo/foto322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.portaldoastronomo.org/images/arquivo/foto322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta placa foi posta na nave Pioneer 10, com uma mensagem desenhada para o caso da nave ser interceptada por extra-terrestres. Contém figuras de seres humanos nus e símbolos que tentam explicar a origem da nave. A nave descolou em 1972, continuou a enviar dados até 2005, nessa data encontrava-se à distância de 89,7 Unidades Astronómicas do Sol. Cada UA corresponde à distância Sol-Terra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;(o que segue é copy paste da wikipedia):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Physical properties:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Material:&lt;/strong&gt; 6061 T6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Anodising" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anodising"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;gold-anodized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Aluminium" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aluminium"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;aluminum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Width:&lt;/strong&gt; 229 mm (9 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Height:&lt;/strong&gt; 152 mm (6 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thickness:&lt;/strong&gt; 1.27 mm (0.05 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mean depth of &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Engraving" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Engraving"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;engraving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:&lt;/strong&gt; 0.381 mm (0.015 inches)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weight:&lt;/strong&gt; approx. 0.120 kilograms &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28087967-1162920265108706396?l=sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/feeds/1162920265108706396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/05/espcie-de-humanos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1162920265108706396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28087967/posts/default/1162920265108706396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sardinhanoribeiro.blogspot.com/2007/05/espcie-de-humanos.html' title='Espécie de Humanos'/><author><name>Aurora</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DFAUdoxHWKM/Tc560iEkTmI/AAAAAAAAA9k/dweICWlzvxQ/s220/linho1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
