<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248</id><updated>2012-02-02T18:01:00.767Z</updated><category term='Amy Winehouse'/><category term='religião'/><category term='Jorge Palma'/><category term='Coisas da vida'/><category term='China'/><category term='Desafios'/><category term='Câmara Municipal de Lisboa'/><category term='Dramas sociais'/><category term='Combate à Violência Doméstica'/><category term='Nova Teoria'/><category term='os coitadinhos'/><category term='Mulher gorda'/><category term='Sociedade; Coisas dos outros'/><category term='actualidades'/><category term='As Músicas Que Gosto De Ouvir&#x9;sociedadehistórias de amor'/><category term='Poder Social e Humanitário da Assinatura'/><category term='Heaven and Earth'/><category term='politiquices...'/><category term='inquerito'/><category term='Martin Luther King'/><category term='Amnistia Internacional'/><category term='II Guerra Mundial'/><category term='Nobel da Paz'/><category term='Actualidade'/><category term='Solidariedade'/><category term='Fernando Pessoa'/><category term='Melgaço'/><category term='Póvoa de Varzim'/><category term='Convívios'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='Cristiano Ronaldo'/><category term='Amar é Ser Feliz?'/><category term='gazetadigitalpraiadaluz.blogspot.com'/><category term='Mulheres'/><category term='Kitaro'/><category term='Paul Newman'/><category term='Coisas dos outros'/><category term='óscares'/><category term='Belle'/><category term='Invenções'/><category term='Festival da Canção'/><category term='Signos'/><category term='histórias de amor'/><category term='Afectos'/><category term='Inquérito'/><category term='astros e afins'/><category term='Dá Que Pensar'/><category term='Londres'/><category term='As Músicas Que Gosto De Ouvir'/><category term='Jesus Cristo'/><category term='Amor e Paixão'/><category term='sonhos'/><category term='international'/><category term='Amor'/><category term='Milan Kundera'/><category term='Darfur'/><category term='Touradas'/><category term='fim do mundo'/><category term='astros'/><category term='Jean-Charles de Menezes'/><category term='Futebol'/><category term='mimos'/><category term='Pensamentos; 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NÓS É QUE AS COMPLICAMOS.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2266</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1259865338270995683</id><published>2012-02-02T18:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T18:01:00.778Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Fogo e Paixão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PvZ0obWUSs/Tyq3z1NlQLI/AAAAAAAAErQ/IZXmJ7eh1M0/s1600/casal-amor_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PvZ0obWUSs/Tyq3z1NlQLI/AAAAAAAAErQ/IZXmJ7eh1M0/s1600/casal-amor_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;" Você é luz, é raio estrela e luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Manhã de sol, meu iaiá, meu ioiô&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você é sim, e nunca meu não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando tão louca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me beija na boca e me ama no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me suja de carmin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;me põe na boca um mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Louca de amor, me chama de céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando sai de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;leva meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você é fogo, eu sou paixão "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wando&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Foram estas simples frases que em 1998 deram a conhecer entre nós o cantor brasileiro Wando. Recordo-me de algumas pessoas considerarem a letra forte de mais. Houve inclusivamente uma radio que se recusou a passar o tema. Um absurdo, no meu ponto de vista. Uma coisa é certa,&amp;nbsp;naquela altura todos sabiam a letra de "cor e salteado". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Segundo as últimas notícias Wando sofreu um enfarte e está em estado grave. Fica a música para quem nunca ouviu este tema.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6_4n05tHWzI" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1259865338270995683?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1259865338270995683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1259865338270995683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1259865338270995683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1259865338270995683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/02/fogo-e-paixao.html' title='Fogo e Paixão...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3PvZ0obWUSs/Tyq3z1NlQLI/AAAAAAAAErQ/IZXmJ7eh1M0/s72-c/casal-amor_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8753062908197742034</id><published>2012-02-02T15:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T15:41:48.412Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Dicas para o dia-a-dia / 2º</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Interrompemos o passatempo que está a decorrer para mais duas dicas que podem ser úteis no dia-a-dia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1ª&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Deram um pontapé na "perna" de uma cadeira com tal força que ficou com um arranhão? Não há problema. Esfregam uma noz e o arranhão fica disfarçado. (Não me perguntem se resulta que ainda não experimentei pois não sou rapariga para ir contra os móveis).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKCnH_D6luk/TyquboJLIWI/AAAAAAAAErA/9c7HuEnScOc/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="198" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKCnH_D6luk/TyquboJLIWI/AAAAAAAAErA/9c7HuEnScOc/s320/1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;2ª Estão a cozinhar e querem ouvir música no vosso I-Pod sem andar com ele atrás? Colocam o dito cujo numa tigela. A forma côncava amplifica a música. (Esta já experimentei e funciona).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShZnVp2eFBk/TyqudQRZrII/AAAAAAAAErI/sUAvuSvP_u8/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ShZnVp2eFBk/TyqudQRZrII/AAAAAAAAErI/sUAvuSvP_u8/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8753062908197742034?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8753062908197742034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8753062908197742034&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8753062908197742034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8753062908197742034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/02/dicas-para-o-dia-dia-2.html' title='Dicas para o dia-a-dia / 2º'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lKCnH_D6luk/TyquboJLIWI/AAAAAAAAErA/9c7HuEnScOc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-6140132808047029673</id><published>2012-02-02T13:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T13:52:10.838Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia dos namorados'/><title type='text'>Passatempo Dia dos Namorados - Frase n.º 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A&amp;nbsp;frase seguinte é do Sutra, autor do "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://myotherside-sutra.blogspot.com/"&gt;BESIDE ME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLJjsfmLBbw/TyqT6P7n53I/AAAAAAAAEq4/3wsepyNMupk/s1600/CARTO-Sutra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLJjsfmLBbw/TyqT6P7n53I/AAAAAAAAEq4/3wsepyNMupk/s400/CARTO-Sutra.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim. Com toda a simplicidade como deve ser o amor. Mas com a força do ponto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A música escolhida pertence aos Firehouse - When I look Into Your Eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-6140132808047029673?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/6140132808047029673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=6140132808047029673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6140132808047029673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6140132808047029673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/02/passatempo-dia-dos-namorados-frase-n-2.html' title='Passatempo Dia dos Namorados - Frase n.º 2'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TLJjsfmLBbw/TyqT6P7n53I/AAAAAAAAEq4/3wsepyNMupk/s72-c/CARTO-Sutra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-72014619036905939</id><published>2012-02-02T12:14:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:29:15.388Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia dos namorados'/><title type='text'>Novidade Importante...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Posso confirmar, desde já, que o passatempo "Dia dos Namorados" vai contar com a participação do "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://contodefadasemviana.blogspot.com/"&gt;Conto de Fadas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, o (a) autor (a) da frase vencedora vai receber uma oferta da loja que vende "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pedaços de conto de fadas: globos de neve, carrosséis, realejos, caixas de música e muitos objectos decorativos originais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ". Será uma prenda devidamente personalizada graças ao engenho e arte da "rainha" daquele reino encantado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Só posso agradecer&amp;nbsp;à Ana que, de imediato, disse sim à colaboração. Obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZryddaGASXI/Typ9RpmKyCI/AAAAAAAAEqo/RzavAkYek64/s1600/CARTO-~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" sda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZryddaGASXI/Typ9RpmKyCI/AAAAAAAAEqo/RzavAkYek64/s200/CARTO-~1.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq5n3J_MMK8/Typ9V7M-9mI/AAAAAAAAEqw/Q2gPMsUIraw/s1600/LOGTIP~1.PNG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Kq5n3J_MMK8/Typ9V7M-9mI/AAAAAAAAEqw/Q2gPMsUIraw/s200/LOGTIP~1.PNG" width="153" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-72014619036905939?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/72014619036905939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=72014619036905939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/72014619036905939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/72014619036905939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/02/novidade-importante.html' title='Novidade Importante...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZryddaGASXI/Typ9RpmKyCI/AAAAAAAAEqo/RzavAkYek64/s72-c/CARTO-~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8245880783203748772</id><published>2012-02-02T09:33:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-02T13:52:33.685Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia dos namorados'/><title type='text'>Passatempo Dia dos Namorados - Frase n.º 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7pMzEDq-1Q/TypVXRuo-fI/AAAAAAAAEqg/Ki3F0DiujpM/s1600/CARTO-S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7pMzEDq-1Q/TypVXRuo-fI/AAAAAAAAEqg/Ki3F0DiujpM/s400/CARTO-S.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois a S* do blogue "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://asminhaspequenascoisas.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;As minhas pequenas coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;", é a primeira corajosa a participar no passatempo lançado a propósito do Dia dos Namorados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se for esta a frase vencedora,&amp;nbsp;a música que vamos ouvir será de "Nothing compares to you", da Sinéad O'Connor. Porquê esta música? A S*, se assim o entender, dirá porquê.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Relembramos as regras:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Até ao dia 10 de Fevereiro têm que enviar para o mail deste canto uma frase bem romântica e o nome da música que gostavam de ouvir. À medida que forem chegando, vão sendo publicadas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De 11 a 13 de Fevereiro as frases serão colocadas à votação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dia 14 de Fevereiro a frase vencedora será colocada em forma de post, acompanhada da música escolhida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos os participantes receberão por mail o logotipo do passatempo para, se assim o entenderem, colocarem nos respectivos blogues.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8245880783203748772?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8245880783203748772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8245880783203748772&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8245880783203748772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8245880783203748772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/02/passatempo-dia-dos-namorados-1.html' title='Passatempo Dia dos Namorados - Frase n.º 1'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f7pMzEDq-1Q/TypVXRuo-fI/AAAAAAAAEqg/Ki3F0DiujpM/s72-c/CARTO-S.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-6303991659392385577</id><published>2012-02-01T21:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T21:29:18.991Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>A evolução tecnológica ainda não chegou aqui...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas se já tivesse chegado, não sei não... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0l9K_75-YU/TymuQm25lGI/AAAAAAAAEqY/kTaKh73Vexk/s1600/1327519032729.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0l9K_75-YU/TymuQm25lGI/AAAAAAAAEqY/kTaKh73Vexk/s400/1327519032729.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10.0pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-6303991659392385577?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/6303991659392385577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=6303991659392385577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6303991659392385577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6303991659392385577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/02/evolucao-tecnologica-ainda-nao-chegou.html' title='A evolução tecnológica ainda não chegou aqui...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-m0l9K_75-YU/TymuQm25lGI/AAAAAAAAEqY/kTaKh73Vexk/s72-c/1327519032729.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3103204637850884278</id><published>2012-02-01T14:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T14:25:04.025Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas da vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dicas'/><title type='text'>Dicas para o dia-a-dia / 1º</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Começa aqui uma nova rubrica: dicas para o dia-a-dia. Quem tiver mais ideias é mandar para o mail deste canto que terá a devida atenção. As primeiras duas dicas foram enviadas por uma amiga (obrigado P.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;1ª&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos nós já nos queixámos da desarrumação dos nossos armários. Sem gastar dinheiro em caixas e afins aqui fica esta ideia: colocar&amp;nbsp;as roupas de cama&amp;nbsp;dentro das fronhas. Ficará com este aspecto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1MsjJ64q8I/TylKD3CSOcI/AAAAAAAAEqI/7EMHxV37Fnw/s1600/len%C3%A7%C3%B5is.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1MsjJ64q8I/TylKD3CSOcI/AAAAAAAAEqI/7EMHxV37Fnw/s320/len%C3%A7%C3%B5is.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;2ª &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Querem adiantar o trabalho de cortar as maçãs mas elas ficam "amareladas"? Não há problema. Uma das soluções é esta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC7G7VKAZk8/TylKgdaqctI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/_UvIXm_MZfs/s1600/ma%C3%A7%C3%A3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="211" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pC7G7VKAZk8/TylKgdaqctI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/_UvIXm_MZfs/s320/ma%C3%A7%C3%A3.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Exactamente. Agarrar com um elástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fico a aguardar as vossas dicas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-3103204637850884278?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3103204637850884278/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3103204637850884278&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3103204637850884278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3103204637850884278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/02/dicas-para-o-dia-dia-1.html' title='Dicas para o dia-a-dia / 1º'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L1MsjJ64q8I/TylKD3CSOcI/AAAAAAAAEqI/7EMHxV37Fnw/s72-c/len%C3%A7%C3%B5is.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1805180668378520580</id><published>2012-02-01T09:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T09:57:06.300Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia dos namorados'/><title type='text'>E o último vencedor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;... do passatempo que está a decorrer foi o Rui da Bica do blog "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://coisas-da-fonte.blogspot.com/"&gt;Coisas da Fonte&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Corria o ano de 2010 quando o Rui se saíu com esta frase:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;“Eu nunca disse que te &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;amo, mas os meus olhos sempre me traem.” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Que vos sirva de inspiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1805180668378520580?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1805180668378520580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1805180668378520580&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1805180668378520580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1805180668378520580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-o-ultimo-vencedor.html' title='E o último vencedor...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7044497487590281970</id><published>2012-01-31T21:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-02-01T09:46:46.436Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De Ouvir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dia dos namorados'/><title type='text'>A pedido de muita gente, aqui fica o habitual desafio "Dia dos Namorados""</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-xBrjjZtEo/TykJ5TEV82I/AAAAAAAAEqA/2NT2MwhLV3E/s1600/CARTO-~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-xBrjjZtEo/TykJ5TEV82I/AAAAAAAAEqA/2NT2MwhLV3E/s320/CARTO-~1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Está certo. Confesso. Foram só duas pessoas que pediram. Mas isso agora não importa nada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde 2007 que o desafio é lançado. No ano passado deu-me a neura e, em vez de colocar o habitual desafio, coloquei um post sobre "separações".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Este ano, para não ser chamada de cínica e/ou "desmancha-prazeres", o desafio é retomado. Quiçá, e apesar de não comemorar a data por razões que agora não interessam nada, façam regressar o meu romantismo bacoco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vamos, pois, às regras: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Até ao dia 10 de Fevereiro têm que enviar para o mail deste canto uma frase bem romântica e o nome da música que gostavam de ouvir. À medida que forem chegando, vão sendo publicadas.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;De 11 a 13 de Fevereiro as frases serão colocadas à votação.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dia 14 de Fevereiro a frase vencedora será colocada em forma de post, acompanhada da música escolhida.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, para já, levam com a música do ano passado e que é uma das minha "top ten".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kv9SZVFT8vo" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;NOTA IMPORTANTE: &lt;/b&gt;Quem puder, namore todos os dias independentemente de existir um dia em que o amor é celebrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7044497487590281970?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7044497487590281970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7044497487590281970&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7044497487590281970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7044497487590281970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pedido-de-muita-gente-aqui-fica-o.html' title='A pedido de muita gente, aqui fica o habitual desafio &quot;Dia dos Namorados&quot;&quot;'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c-xBrjjZtEo/TykJ5TEV82I/AAAAAAAAEqA/2NT2MwhLV3E/s72-c/CARTO-~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1536690113853342245</id><published>2012-01-31T16:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T16:00:06.664Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Afinal havia outra...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTsZLXsEtqM/TygKPxKYKLI/AAAAAAAAEps/G1WbkAEeiy8/s1600/cama-partida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTsZLXsEtqM/TygKPxKYKLI/AAAAAAAAEps/G1WbkAEeiy8/s320/cama-partida.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou melhor, outras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas a mulher só teve um verdadeiro acesso de ciúmes quando soube que o marido partiu a cama a fazer sexo com outra mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quer dizer, que fizesse sexo com outras mulheres, vá que não vá. Mas, agora, fazer sexo daquele que até camas parte, fosga-se...esse só com a mulher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já agora, o nome da dita cuja é Nonkazimbo Dube e a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/acredite-se-quiser/zimbabue-mulher-marido-sexo-cama-tvi24/1321619-4088.html"&gt;notícia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; reza assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Uma mulher do Zimbábué entrou com um processo contra o ex-marido depois de ele ter partido a cama do casal ao fazer sexo com a amante.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nonkazimbo Dube alega que um carpinteiro confirmou que a cama partiu durante o acto sexual, noticia o site brasileiro «G1».&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Um carpinteiro disse-me que a avaliar pela forma como a cama partiu, algo muito brusco tinha acontecido», disse a mulher.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nonkazimbo disse que o marido confessou que estava a ter relações sexuais com outra mulher. Ela obrigou-o a arranjar a cama mas, como ele se recusou, entrou com um processo judicial.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;«Comprei a cama o ano passado e apanhei-o a fazer sexo com duas mulheres diferentes, mas perdoei-o. Agora não posso mais perdoá-lo, porque ele partiu a cama a fazer sexo com outra mulher, em vez de fazer comigo», disse.&lt;/em&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Portanto, e em conclusão, aqui fica um recado aos meninos: se forem casados com uma mulher do estilo da Nonkazimbo Dub tenham sexo à vontade com outras mulheres mas nunca, mesmo nunca, partam a cama, sob pena dela&amp;nbsp;ter um verdadeiro acesso de ciúmes pois "sexo parta camas" está reservado para&amp;nbsp;ela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nota - Ou façam no chão.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1536690113853342245?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1536690113853342245/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1536690113853342245&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1536690113853342245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1536690113853342245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/afinal-havia-outra.html' title='Afinal havia outra...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tTsZLXsEtqM/TygKPxKYKLI/AAAAAAAAEps/G1WbkAEeiy8/s72-c/cama-partida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-6361456177702878978</id><published>2012-01-31T14:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T14:05:43.769Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Falta de interesse por sexo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Faz baixar drásticamente a taxa de natalidade no Japão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Segundo o jornal japonês «Mainichi Daily News», " o estudo revela que muitos jovens do país não têm interesse em sexo e 40 por cento dos casais entrevistados não têm vida sexual activa.E, se não há sexo, não há crianças. Os homens casados (19,7 por cento) justificam a falta de actividade sexual com o cansaço sentido depois do trabalho e as mulheres alegam que o acto em si traz problemas (26,9 por cento). Muitos dos casais (20,9 por cento) evitam as relações intímas para não engravidar -&amp;nbsp;(notícia &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/internacional/japao-populacao-natalidade-sexo-tvi24/1321654-4073.html"&gt;daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Querem ver que o decréscimo da taxa de natalidade em Portugal tem os mesmos motivos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas eu sou optimista. Com a crise instalada no nosso País vamos voltar ao tempo da outra senhora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vejamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais um bocadinho o povo português fica sem dinheiro para pagar a televisão e a electricidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Por outro lado, os anticoncepcionais deixam de ser comparticipados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Resultado? Vão para a cama mais cedo. E com o frio que está...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-6361456177702878978?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/6361456177702878978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=6361456177702878978&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6361456177702878978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6361456177702878978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/falta-de-interesse-por-sexo.html' title='Falta de interesse por sexo...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8028893560107807976</id><published>2012-01-31T11:47:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T12:17:33.839Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para Relaxar'/><title type='text'>A arte de lidar com a TPM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNomeYQtEhg/TyfT-QKSMcI/AAAAAAAAEpk/PrR-rHpSPE0/s1600/tpm1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNomeYQtEhg/TyfT-QKSMcI/AAAAAAAAEpk/PrR-rHpSPE0/s320/tpm1.jpg" width="202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Um dos maiores temores masculinos é lidar com a famosa TPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Para eles é pior que a pandemia da Gripe A, ou não atingisse cerca de 75% das mulheres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se perguntarmos aos homens o que é a TPM, a resposta é unânime: "Pois, sabes, são aqueles dias que as mulheres têm".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ora bem meus queridos, a tensão pré-menstrual (conhecida pela sigla TPM) é uma síndrome que atinge as mulheres e que ocorre, em maior ou menor grau, nos dias que antecedem a menstruação, caracterizando-se pela irritabilidade e ansiedade, dor nas mamas, distensão abdominal e cefaleia. A culpa, segundo os especialistas, é do organismo feminino que retém o sódio e a água.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, pois eu só conheço a EPM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E o que é isso da EPM, perguntam vocês?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A EPM, ou euforia pré-menstrual é uma síndrome que atinge algumas mulheres e que ocorre, em maior ou menor grau, nos dias que antecedem a menstruação, caracterizando-se pela euforia, boa disposição e uma capacidade física invejável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Conclusão: sou uma mulher com quem é fácil de lidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, perguntarão os meninos, o que fazer para lidar com as mulheres que têm TPM?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como sou vossa amiga, aqui fica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRASES E PROCEDIMENTOS PARA SOBREVIVER A UMA MULHER COM TPM:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"PERIGOSO:&lt;/strong&gt; O que tens para o jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGURO:&lt;/strong&gt; Posso te ajudar com o jantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO:&lt;/strong&gt; Onde queres ir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO:&lt;/strong&gt; Come esse chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERIGOSO:&lt;/strong&gt; Vais vestir ISSO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGURO:&lt;/strong&gt; Ficas linda de marrom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO:&lt;/strong&gt; Uau! Estás uma gata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO:&lt;/strong&gt; Come esse chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERIGOSO:&lt;/strong&gt; Estás nervosa porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGURO:&lt;/strong&gt; Será que não estamos exagerando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO:&lt;/strong&gt; Vem, anda cá para eu te fazer um mimo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO&lt;/strong&gt;: Come esse chocolate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PERIGOSO:&lt;/strong&gt; O que fizeste o dia todo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGURO:&lt;/strong&gt; Espero que tenhas trabalhado demais, hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGURÍSSIMO:&lt;/strong&gt; Adoro quando vestes esse robe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ULTRA-SEGURO:&lt;/strong&gt; Come mais um pouco de chocolate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, lembrem-se sempre:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;'TPM é aquela época do mês quando 'algumas mulheres' se comportam, por alguns dias, da maneira como 'grande parte dos homens' se comportam durante TODO o ano.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota 1 - E eu sei que este post é repetido mas já tem mais de dois anos e, de quando em vez, é necessário recordar aos mais incautos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Nota 2 - Não estou nem com a TPM nem com a EPM. É mesmo falta de imaginação para escrever um post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8028893560107807976?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8028893560107807976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8028893560107807976&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8028893560107807976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8028893560107807976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/arte-de-lidar-com-tpm.html' title='A arte de lidar com a TPM...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zNomeYQtEhg/TyfT-QKSMcI/AAAAAAAAEpk/PrR-rHpSPE0/s72-c/tpm1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7531644822364983117</id><published>2012-01-31T08:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-31T08:57:47.989Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas da vida'/><title type='text'>Conselho do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcXYdmKjaPs/TyeqUnnirKI/AAAAAAAAEpc/NtB__VNbtLY/s1600/1327584391794.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" sda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcXYdmKjaPs/TyeqUnnirKI/AAAAAAAAEpc/NtB__VNbtLY/s400/1327584391794.jpg" width="312" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LyQ_81dChWU" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7531644822364983117?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7531644822364983117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7531644822364983117&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7531644822364983117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7531644822364983117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/conselho-do-dia.html' title='Conselho do dia...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fcXYdmKjaPs/TyeqUnnirKI/AAAAAAAAEpc/NtB__VNbtLY/s72-c/1327584391794.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8639217110417966040</id><published>2012-01-30T22:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T22:33:37.207Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Afinal, as mulheres estacionam (o carro, bem entendido) melhor que os homens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKV1GGdSuik/TycZWrRuBqI/AAAAAAAAEpU/leejfjPerH0/s1600/untitled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKV1GGdSuik/TycZWrRuBqI/AAAAAAAAEpU/leejfjPerH0/s400/untitled.jpg" width="330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Até que tiveram sorte. Se fosse comigo não ficavam apenas com um único olho pisado nem tinham direito a colchão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mais a mais, fiquem os meninos a saber que segundo um &lt;a href="http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/sociedade/estacionar-estacionamento-conducao-carro-inglaterra-tvi24/1321383-4071.html"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;estudo britânico&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; as mulheres estacionam melhor do que os homens. Para além disso, as mulheres são mais precisas em alinhar o veículo antes de iniciar a manobra e a procurar um lugar para                            estacionar o carro. E, ainda não acabou, enquanto apenas 25 por cento do sexo masculino consegue centrar o carro, 53 por cento das mulheres consegue fazê-lo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomem lá e embrulhem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8639217110417966040?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8639217110417966040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8639217110417966040&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8639217110417966040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8639217110417966040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/afinal-as-mulheres-estacionam-o-carro.html' title='Afinal, as mulheres estacionam (o carro, bem entendido) melhor que os homens...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RKV1GGdSuik/TycZWrRuBqI/AAAAAAAAEpU/leejfjPerH0/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-889967230822245890</id><published>2012-01-30T14:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:02:19.977Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dos outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos; Afectos'/><title type='text'>O "Eu e os Outros" e a "Blogosfera"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A propósito do que vem acontecendo ultimamente, aqui e ali, na “blogosfera”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfNpzlCTNqg/TyaI75W6nTI/AAAAAAAAEo8/NXpbAYmGCRU/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfNpzlCTNqg/TyaI75W6nTI/AAAAAAAAEo8/NXpbAYmGCRU/s200/2.jpg" width="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já aqui escrevi que, tal como o título do meu blogue indica, pretendi, apenas e tão só, criar um espaço onde os "amigos" se encontrassem e falassem essencialmente de afectos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Porquê a opção de falar do que somos e de como lidámos com os afectos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Banal, dirão uns. Frases feitas, dirão outros. Vazio de conteúdo dirão, ainda, outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Na verdade, falar de afectos é bem mais complicado do que possa parecer. E demonstrar? Ainda pior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É relativamente fácil criticarmos um político e/ou uma política governativa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNUg79D_wmU/TyaI-zcGP5I/AAAAAAAAEpE/emSe_dLvSZ8/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="163" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VNUg79D_wmU/TyaI-zcGP5I/AAAAAAAAEpE/emSe_dLvSZ8/s200/3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E, ainda mais fácil, e criticar os outros. Espezinhar o bom-nome e a honra mesmo sem provas, só porque está na moda a ignomínia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é difícil defender a nossa fé, bastará acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E criticar aquele árbitro que se lembrou de marcar uma grande penalidade contra a nossa equipa de coração, quando toda a gente viu que foi falta do atacante que se lembrou de saltar para o costado do nosso defesa? Ainda mais fácil. Então quando não vimos o jogo mais fácil se torna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas se perguntarmos a alguém porque razão tomou uma atitude e não outra, dificilmente terá uma resposta imediata. Se perguntarmos porque razão o seu sorriso é falso, ele pensará duas vezes antes de responder. Se perguntarmos a alguém qual é a definição de um qualquer afecto, ele olhará para nós antes de responder e, provavelmente, recorrerá a uma daquelas “frases feitas”, simplesmente porque alguém já pensou nisso antes e ele não tem tempo para pensar em “assuntos menores”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É que, não é fácil falarmos de nós, daquilo que somos e a forma como interagimos com os outros, de e para a sociedade. É bem mais fácil vestir o fato da indiferença e/ou da “pseudo intelectualidade” com que encarámos o mundo diariamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Comecei a trabalhar aos 16 anos para tirar o curso que queria. Já perdi pessoas que amei, já fui traída, já tive momentos felizes, já sofri, já sonhei, já acordei para a realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No fundo, já vivi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, mesmo esta vivência não me dá total segurança para falar convictamente dos meus próprios afectos. Muito menos dos afectos dos outros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas gosto de dizer o que sinto, mesmo que não saiba o que dizer...porque, simplesmente, gosto de entender. E é na dialéctica que se aprende.&amp;nbsp;É na troca de opiniões, (em que o respeito para com o outro&amp;nbsp;é a única exigência), que podemos, quiçá, encontrar uma resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oA4aRCy49lU/TyaJQobVPhI/AAAAAAAAEpM/F9rvs8l_yUU/s1600/imagesCACZCNZ7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oA4aRCy49lU/TyaJQobVPhI/AAAAAAAAEpM/F9rvs8l_yUU/s200/imagesCACZCNZ7.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não sei definir o amor, a amizade, o ódio, o ciúme, a inveja, a indiferença. Mas em algum momento da minha vida já senti. Porque o ser humano não é um ser isolado. É um ser que interage, que se dá, que se entrega. E que recebe. Recebe por vezes aquilo que não merece e/ou está à espera. E o que fica? O que aprendemos? Mudámos alguma coisa nesta relação de "deve-haver"?&amp;nbsp;Evoluímos enquanto seres humanos e parte das relações que se estabelecem todos os dias? Ou fechámo-nos numa redoma porque é mais seguro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É destes sentimentos que gosto de falar. Outros, bom, gostarão de falar de outros assuntos. Qual é o problema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Termino com mais uma frase feita e que é mais do que repetente neste blogue: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Se escrevo o que sinto &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;é porque assim diminuo a febre de sentir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que confesso não tem importância, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pois nada tem importância. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faço paisagens com o que sinto”.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-889967230822245890?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/889967230822245890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=889967230822245890&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/889967230822245890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/889967230822245890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-eu-e-os-outros-e-blogosfera.html' title='O &quot;Eu e os Outros&quot; e a &quot;Blogosfera&quot;...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RfNpzlCTNqg/TyaI75W6nTI/AAAAAAAAEo8/NXpbAYmGCRU/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7851876183617707189</id><published>2012-01-30T10:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T10:32:35.808Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para Relaxar'/><title type='text'>Pelos vistos entre mim e as meninas que se seguem existem semelhanças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Graças à&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://roupapratica.blogspot.com/"&gt;Essência&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 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Assim, qualquer eventual desilusão não será nunca por minha culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-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/1363299328310652248-7851876183617707189?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7851876183617707189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7851876183617707189&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7851876183617707189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7851876183617707189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pelos-vistos-entre-mim-e-as-meninas-que.html' title='Pelos vistos entre mim e as meninas que se seguem existem semelhanças...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v1Vf02qnOik/TyZuZDiOEII/AAAAAAAAEoU/0sE7uJYApjo/s72-c/Kristin-Kreuk-005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3428693314229109696</id><published>2012-01-30T08:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-30T08:43:28.666Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos;'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTZ0k9dDfvI/TyW1eFtLLHI/AAAAAAAAEnc/NoabSl7qyHA/s1600/1327688927375.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTZ0k9dDfvI/TyW1eFtLLHI/AAAAAAAAEnc/NoabSl7qyHA/s400/1327688927375.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-3428693314229109696?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3428693314229109696/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3428693314229109696&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3428693314229109696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3428693314229109696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pensamento-do-dia_30.html' title='Pensamento do dia...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OTZ0k9dDfvI/TyW1eFtLLHI/AAAAAAAAEnc/NoabSl7qyHA/s72-c/1327688927375.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3078039612122879796</id><published>2012-01-29T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T20:53:29.774Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><title type='text'>Será mesmo assim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Coisas da vida'/><title type='text'>5ª Regra da Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kyM1AnWGGQ/TyRyCjUs_kI/AAAAAAAAEnM/aJDE3aYImdA/s1600/130771377325.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="308" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kyM1AnWGGQ/TyRyCjUs_kI/AAAAAAAAEnM/aJDE3aYImdA/s320/130771377325.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Arnaldo  Jabor afirmou:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; "Ninguém ama outra pessoa pelas qualidades que ela  tem,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; caso contrário os honestos e simpáticos&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; teriam uma fila de  pretendentes batendo a porta"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b style="color: black; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Passámos parte da nossa vida a pensar que existe o ser perfeito.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Muitas vezes condicionámos a nossa vida e, atrevo-me a afirmar, a desperdiçar a nossa vida nessa busca incessante.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Esquecemo-nos que os outros, tal como nós, têm defeitos e virtudes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A  vida, quando estamos abertos a ela, vai-nos ensinando a lidar com as  diferenças e os defeitos dos outros, a entendê-los e a superá-los. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;É esta capacidade de vermos nos outros um simples ser humano que vai determinar o nosso percurso.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-2412893931223593172?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2412893931223593172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=2412893931223593172&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2412893931223593172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2412893931223593172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/5-regra-da-vida.html' title='5ª Regra da Vida...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--kyM1AnWGGQ/TyRyCjUs_kI/AAAAAAAAEnM/aJDE3aYImdA/s72-c/130771377325.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-2100459682992031069</id><published>2012-01-28T14:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-29T21:31:39.406Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>E daqui a duas horas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Vou ouvir, entre outras, este tema..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;"Hoje acordei, e senti-me sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Um barco sem vela, um corpo sem ritmo&lt;br /&gt;Amanheci e vesti-me de preto&lt;br /&gt;Um gesto cansado um olhar no deserto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Quando todos vão dormir&lt;br /&gt;É mais fácil desistir&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite está a chegar&lt;br /&gt;É difícil não chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero ser&lt;br /&gt;A luz que já não sou&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Sou o tempo que acabou&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que vês&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Sou um barco nas marés&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Adormeci, sem te ter a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo sem alma, guitarra sem fado&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho na noite e olhei-me ao espelho&lt;br /&gt;Umas mãos de criança num rosto de velho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Quando todos vão dormir&lt;br /&gt;É mais fácil desistir&lt;br /&gt;Quando a noite está a chegar&lt;br /&gt;É difícil não chorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu não quero ser&lt;br /&gt;A luz que já não sou&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Sou o tempo que acabou&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero ser&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que vês&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Sou um barco nas marés"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/HC-bcW-19mg" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Adenda: Ainda bem que estava sozinha numa das filas da plateia. É que o raio da glândula lacrimal fez outra vez da suas...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-2100459682992031069?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2100459682992031069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=2100459682992031069&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2100459682992031069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2100459682992031069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-daqui-duas-horas.html' title='E daqui a duas horas...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/HC-bcW-19mg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3174638719174109786</id><published>2012-01-27T10:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T10:59:21.175Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><title type='text'>A dificuldade de comunicação entre homens e mulheres...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBrFzMiivr4/TyKCj7oWRTI/AAAAAAAAEnE/WP2A9cWXzps/s1600/1327520429552.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBrFzMiivr4/TyKCj7oWRTI/AAAAAAAAEnE/WP2A9cWXzps/s640/1327520429552.jpg" width="281" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E ainda acusam as mulheres de mandarem mensagens encriptadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei onde está a dificuldade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Para que raio ela ir querer um "da no ninho"? Ele só tinha que "agarrar" nela e dar-lhe um beijo daqueles e ela caía que nem uma "patinha". Tão simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E as mulheres é que são complicadas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-3174638719174109786?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3174638719174109786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3174638719174109786&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3174638719174109786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3174638719174109786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/dificuldade-de-comunicacao-entre-homens.html' title='A dificuldade de comunicação entre homens e mulheres...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WBrFzMiivr4/TyKCj7oWRTI/AAAAAAAAEnE/WP2A9cWXzps/s72-c/1327520429552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-2826532245188514196</id><published>2012-01-27T09:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-27T09:20:23.963Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos;'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"A sexta-feira é tão boa que até começa por sex."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-2826532245188514196?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2826532245188514196/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=2826532245188514196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2826532245188514196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2826532245188514196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pensamento-do-dia_27.html' title='Pensamento do dia ...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7992917249230509090</id><published>2012-01-26T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T22:27:40.795Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Histórias da Vida'/><title type='text'>Histórias da Vida - 1º</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ti8VcGnddiM/TyHSSm7qrSI/AAAAAAAAEm8/k_HZy1PqREE/s1600/CoolClips_cart0650.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ti8VcGnddiM/TyHSSm7qrSI/AAAAAAAAEm8/k_HZy1PqREE/s1600/CoolClips_cart0650.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao longo da minha vida profissional já me deparei com imensas situações.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje começo esta nova rubrica com uma história que já tem cerca de 15 anos. Obviamente terei que omitir os nomes dos protagonistas e os locais de trabalho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas vamos à história:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O N. era bombeiro (era porque neste momento já está reformado). Antes de continuar devo dizer que o N. era conhecido por ser o  "barraqueiro" lá do sítio. Uma coisa era certa: onde o N. estivesse a má  disposição não entrava. Continuando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa bela noite de Verão estava de piquete e receberam uma chamada para ir combater um incêndio que deflagrava numa habitação. Chegados ao local, aperceberam-se que o fogo era afinal num terreno baldio. De qualquer forma, como perto se situava uma habitação, o chefe mandou o N. pedir às pessoas que lá habitassem para a abandonarem por uma questão de precaução.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E o N lá foi à habitação. Bate à porta e atende-o um senhor já perto dos 80 anos que mal se mexia apesar da ajuda de uma bengala. Acontece que o idoso não recebeu muito bem a notícia de que teria que sair da habitação e não tem mais nada: levanta a muleta e...aqui vai disto! Deu forte e feio no pobre do N.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Este, que nunca gostou de ser o primeiro a rir decide fugir a sete pés e vai ter com o chefe com o qual tem, mais ao menos, este diálogo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chefe - Então N.? Não estava ninguém na habitação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;N - Estar está chefe. Mas o velhote diz que só sai se for o Chefe a falar com ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Chefe - Ora que raio, mas não o conseguiste convencer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;N - Eu bem tentei chefe mas ele diz que só fala com o meu superior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Perante isto que remédio teve o chefe senão ir falar com o velhote. Chegado lá, nem tempo teve de dizer boa noite. A bengala deu-lhe as boas vindas e "arreou-lhe" forte e feito, de tal modo que conseguiu fazer uma ferida na cara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Escusado será dizer que o chefe decidiu fazer uma retirada estratégica e pedir ajuda para retirar o teimoso velhote da habitação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Já à beira do N. o chefe ainda incrédulo exclamou: - E não é que o velho me deu uma tareia?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao que o N, com o ar mais cândido lhe respondeu: - Ai o chefe pensava que só eu é que ia levar? Ou levam todos, ou não leva nenhum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;No dia seguinte uns quantos funcionários juntaram-se e ofereceram uma bengala ao chefe para assinalar a ocorrência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nota - Decidi começar esta rubrica com uma das muitas histórias relacionadas com um grupo de homens e mulheres por quem nutro um 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7602608946371807929</id><published>2012-01-26T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:02:59.741Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>E já cá canta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O bilhete que me vai levar no próximo sábado a ouvir este "menino"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" A porta fechou-se contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levaste na noite o meu chão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora neste quarto vazio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei que outras sombras virão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E alguém ao longe me diz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um perfume que ficou na escada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E na TV o teu canal está aberto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desenhos de corpos na cama fechada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;São um mapa de um passado deserto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei que houve um tempo em que tu e eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fomos dois pássaros loucos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Voamos pelas ruas que fizemos céu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos a pele um do outro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te percas agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite ainda demora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda sei de cor o teu ventre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o vestido rasgado de encanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A luz da manhã e o teu corpo por dentro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a pele na pele de quem se quer tanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho mais segredos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escondi-me nos teus dedos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos metades iguais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas hoje só hoje&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leva-me para onde vais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que eu quero dizer-te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te percas agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não desistas de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite ainda demora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E não desistas de mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não te percas agora"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedro Abrunhosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/7t-MeVZ6yeU" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7602608946371807929?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7602608946371807929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7602608946371807929&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7602608946371807929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7602608946371807929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-ja-ca-canta.html' title='E já cá canta...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/7t-MeVZ6yeU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-2701674779723501385</id><published>2012-01-26T10:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T10:59:06.161Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Desisto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é que a dita cuja, &amp;nbsp;(sim, a menina do post anterior), pensava que podia substituir o "toner" da fotocopiadora por um tinteiro da minha impressora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uydJNQ6KGLA/TyExELYES-I/AAAAAAAAEms/Zh7MgoexFG4/s1600/1290800972_141940125_2-Tinteiros-HP-78-e-15-Lisboa-1290800972.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uydJNQ6KGLA/TyExELYES-I/AAAAAAAAEms/Zh7MgoexFG4/s200/1290800972_141940125_2-Tinteiros-HP-78-e-15-Lisboa-1290800972.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yg3uGl8CD0E/TyExLQYG8zI/AAAAAAAAEm0/5MBp106GeYo/s1600/color-toner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="112" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yg3uGl8CD0E/TyExLQYG8zI/AAAAAAAAEm0/5MBp106GeYo/s200/color-toner.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(é que qualquer semelhança é pura coincidência)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Após lhe ter explicado, (acreditem, com imensa paciência), que são duas coisas totalmente diferentes ela não ficou convencida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Enquanto isto, o meu colega escapuliu-se para&amp;nbsp;o gabinete do chefe e quando olho estavam ambos&amp;nbsp;às gargalhadas e a gozarem-me&amp;nbsp;que nem uns doidos pela situação caricata.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ai é? A vingança serve-se fria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tinha trazido uns "ferrero rocher" para distribuir mas pensando melhor estou carente (e que se lixe as gramas a mais).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já não há pachorra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-2701674779723501385?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2701674779723501385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=2701674779723501385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2701674779723501385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2701674779723501385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/desisto.html' title='Desisto...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uydJNQ6KGLA/TyExELYES-I/AAAAAAAAEms/Zh7MgoexFG4/s72-c/1290800972_141940125_2-Tinteiros-HP-78-e-15-Lisboa-1290800972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7524742916890029029</id><published>2012-01-26T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:35:40.937Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Hoje estava no trabalho ainda não eram oito horas. Tenho que elaborar um parecer aborrecido e queria estar uma hora sem telefones, sem reuniões e&amp;nbsp;sem colegas a falar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Azar do caraças, a colega nova, (chegou há poucos dias para nos dar apoio administrativo),chegou mais cedo e ... acabou-se a paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Palavra de honra que eu gostava de saber como é que há pessoas que conseguem estar todo o dia ao telefone e ao telemóvel em "contos e ditos". Mas, e valham-me os santinhos todos, ela até com a cadela fala ao telemóvel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O problema é que ela afecta o trabalho dos outros porque trabalhámos todos no mesmo gabinete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O chefe quando chegou nem precisou de me perguntar o que se passava porque as minhas queridas feições eram um livro aberto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;O tipo de trabalho que executo dá-me alguma liberdade, é certo. Tenho prazos definidos para a&amp;nbsp;entrega de relatórios e pareceres e tenho a liberdade de gerir o tempo que me dão, mas faço sempre questão de entregar os trabalhos muito antes. Mais a mais, detesto ver a secretária&amp;nbsp;com dossiers amontoados.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas hoje estou a ver que é um dia perdido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jUe8uoKdHao" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7524742916890029029?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7524742916890029029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7524742916890029029&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7524742916890029029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7524742916890029029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_26.html' title='...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jUe8uoKdHao/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7574896751037617775</id><published>2012-01-25T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:50:01.546Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para Relaxar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Os 3 ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDVGnrz90HA/TyAyFRyUPgI/AAAAAAAAEmk/7Gz61Nvgpw8/s1600/2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDVGnrz90HA/TyAyFRyUPgI/AAAAAAAAEmk/7Gz61Nvgpw8/s1600/2.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recebida por mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um preso.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outro desaparecido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um com dificuldades económicas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Chiça, é preciso ter azar... Estão a precisar de ir à bruxa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É que a idade não perdoa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7574896751037617775?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7574896751037617775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7574896751037617775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7574896751037617775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7574896751037617775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/os-3.html' title='Os 3 ...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dDVGnrz90HA/TyAyFRyUPgI/AAAAAAAAEmk/7Gz61Nvgpw8/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3963630750401221573</id><published>2012-01-25T11:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T11:44:32.143Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade; Pensamentos; As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Da serenidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVUtnQMkdNc/Tx_nonbaSbI/AAAAAAAAEmc/0IdKlBMLOMo/s1600/OgAAAOlDBeikSJz28OVFCpL8SaHET7E4R4F0k-K1mYyLn-Q_kWiWZZ7mG1qWPTC8MjWd4Co4KIfatA18YH8Qddy-yisAm1T1UNiBiwfBusAEagxFjiRAaxLse3jI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="227" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVUtnQMkdNc/Tx_nonbaSbI/AAAAAAAAEmc/0IdKlBMLOMo/s320/OgAAAOlDBeikSJz28OVFCpL8SaHET7E4R4F0k-K1mYyLn-Q_kWiWZZ7mG1qWPTC8MjWd4Co4KIfatA18YH8Qddy-yisAm1T1UNiBiwfBusAEagxFjiRAaxLse3jI.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se dúvidas tivesse elas desapareceram hoje com uma notícia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E não contive&amp;nbsp;as lágrimas que teimosamente cairam face ao "definitivo". Porque o definitivo também&amp;nbsp;pode assustar. Porque o definitivo pode trazer um vazio que nunca será preenchido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas dei por mim a sorrir. Um sorriso triste mas sereno. Não pelas lembranças, que vou fazer questão de guardar com todo o carinho num cantinho bem especial, mas por conseguir manter a serenidade necessária para aceitar as coisas que não posso modificar porque, pura e simplesmente, não dependem de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque&amp;nbsp;a idade e a experiência da vida também têm aspectos fantásticos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0V8sa05zExI" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-3963630750401221573?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3963630750401221573/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3963630750401221573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3963630750401221573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3963630750401221573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-serenidade.html' title='Da serenidade...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVUtnQMkdNc/Tx_nonbaSbI/AAAAAAAAEmc/0IdKlBMLOMo/s72-c/OgAAAOlDBeikSJz28OVFCpL8SaHET7E4R4F0k-K1mYyLn-Q_kWiWZZ7mG1qWPTC8MjWd4Co4KIfatA18YH8Qddy-yisAm1T1UNiBiwfBusAEagxFjiRAaxLse3jI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3701033734478132552</id><published>2012-01-25T09:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-25T09:27:06.386Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Diferenças...</title><content type='html'>No mundo animal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6iK2mZh26g/Tx_Kn-59KDI/AAAAAAAAEmM/CVvyK4TFOoc/s1600/TRAIDOR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6iK2mZh26g/Tx_Kn-59KDI/AAAAAAAAEmM/CVvyK4TFOoc/s1600/TRAIDOR.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-3FBiqz188/Tx_KqXan35I/AAAAAAAAEmU/VX178nx6eKI/s1600/1327443386446.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-3FBiqz188/Tx_KqXan35I/AAAAAAAAEmU/VX178nx6eKI/s400/1327443386446.jpg" width="267" /&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/1363299328310652248-3701033734478132552?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3701033734478132552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3701033734478132552&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3701033734478132552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3701033734478132552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/diferencas.html' title='Diferenças...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6iK2mZh26g/Tx_Kn-59KDI/AAAAAAAAEmM/CVvyK4TFOoc/s72-c/TRAIDOR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4062478905073128384</id><published>2012-01-24T18:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T22:19:22.180Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade; Coisas dos outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para Relaxar'/><title type='text'>Previsões para 2012...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Desengane-se quem pense que vou voltar às previsões para os signos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Já me chamaram de mulher de turbante, de profeta da desgraça e vou aguardar pelo próximo cognome dado pelo meu amigo &lt;a href="http://ascartasquenaoescrevi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Confuskos&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É que desta vez as previsões são de âmbito político e futebolístico (ora toma!!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqW1YVGc-uw/Tx8uPi_jcZI/AAAAAAAAEl8/dJ_93EZnrbI/s1600/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="333" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqW1YVGc-uw/Tx8uPi_jcZI/AAAAAAAAEl8/dJ_93EZnrbI/s400/image001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VmYQ-HLmkE/Tx8uRBOb2BI/AAAAAAAAEmE/RsYLC-GFsoY/s1600/image002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="328" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3VmYQ-HLmkE/Tx8uRBOb2BI/AAAAAAAAEmE/RsYLC-GFsoY/s400/image002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Recebida por mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4062478905073128384?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4062478905073128384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4062478905073128384&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4062478905073128384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4062478905073128384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/previsoes-para-2012.html' title='Previsões para 2012...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zqW1YVGc-uw/Tx8uPi_jcZI/AAAAAAAAEl8/dJ_93EZnrbI/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4779744457570967160</id><published>2012-01-24T15:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T17:59:49.047Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Assustou-se com o IVA...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img height="204" id="il_fi" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ozcn-GHl53A/SwQ9FMQ3h6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/f0-n9PHZkP8/s320/LONTRA.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pelos vistos, pela hora do almoço, numa praia da Foz, uma lontra saíu calmamente do mar e sentou-se na esplanada da "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jn.pt/paginainicial/pais/concelho.aspx?Distrito=Porto&amp;amp;Concelho=Porto&amp;amp;Option=Interior&amp;amp;content_id=2260584"&gt;Pizza Hut".&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Obviamente, quando viu que o IVA na restauração em Portugal tinha subido para 23% apanhou um susto e decidiu procurar outras paragens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só não entendo porque raio é que a polícia marítíma afirma ter feito várias tentativas para "apanhar o animal". Mas já se paga só por estar sentada?&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/1363299328310652248-4779744457570967160?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4779744457570967160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4779744457570967160&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4779744457570967160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4779744457570967160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/assustou-se-com-o-iva.html' title='Assustou-se com o IVA...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ozcn-GHl53A/SwQ9FMQ3h6I/AAAAAAAAAHI/f0-n9PHZkP8/s72-c/LONTRA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7381982588234533290</id><published>2012-01-24T12:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T12:31:58.709Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade; Coisas dos outros'/><title type='text'>Morte à tanga...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Pois é, para quem gostava de usar, (e ainda mais para quem gostava de apreciar), uma "coisinha" assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" class="rg_hi" data-height="224" data-width="224" height="224" id="rg_hi" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcSLXq62J9GkdBHNTL-ybIqxSdoFCgsGBJB-aFA_jqFLwwm1iFjE" style="height: 224px; width: 224px;" width="224" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(estou a falar do pedacinho de renda, para que dúvidas não subsistam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;há uma má notícia. O salão de lingerie de Paris decretou o fim da tanga (se duvidam podem dar um saltinho &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jn.pt/multimedia/galeria.aspx?content_id=2260066"&gt;aqui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e os meninos vão arregalando os olhos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cá para mim tem a ver com a época de crise que estamos a passar. É que se forem a ver bem, tanga levamos nós todos os dias. Para que é que precisamos de mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7381982588234533290?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7381982588234533290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7381982588234533290&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7381982588234533290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7381982588234533290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/morte-tanga.html' title='Morte à tanga...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7166704873935657869</id><published>2012-01-24T09:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-24T09:48:07.183Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfMSqQJ-h0Y/Tx55m0BKGPI/AAAAAAAAEl0/TRfC7TlgJqU/s1600/imagesCAVMYGY8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfMSqQJ-h0Y/Tx55m0BKGPI/AAAAAAAAEl0/TRfC7TlgJqU/s1600/imagesCAVMYGY8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E assim passaram 6 meses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Num conjunto sucessivo de dias, horas, minutos e segundos. Porque as verdadeiras perdas não se extinguem com o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas há muito que aprendi que há que relativizar as coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há muito que aprendi que nosso só aquilo que somos e os nossos afectos. Apenas isso. Não somos donos da verdade, do destino, dos afectos dos outros, da presença de quem gostamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Daí que não conceba a possessão das pessoas ou os "ciúmes" dos afectos. Todos temos que partir. A diferença é que uns partem mais cedo que outro. E destes há aqueles que partem cedo de mais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se sinto a tua falta? Todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Racionalmente sei que partiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas algo em mim dá-me a certeza que iremos falar de novo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei quando, nem onde. Até porque se é verdade que nunca fui pessoa de ficar presa no passado, não é menos verdade que nunca me coloquei a imaginar o futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas gosto de imaginar que estás bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto de imaginar&amp;nbsp;que algures há uma conversa&amp;nbsp;à nossa espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Se estou bem? Tão bem quanto a consciência tranquila permite e a saudade "emperra".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas sabes, sinto a tua presença todos os dias. E gosto de imaginar que também pensas em mim...de vez em quando. Portanto..."I'm okay, i'm alright".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/dtzLmtv9v_E" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/1363299328310652248-7166704873935657869?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7166704873935657869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7166704873935657869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_24.html' title='...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jfMSqQJ-h0Y/Tx55m0BKGPI/AAAAAAAAEl0/TRfC7TlgJqU/s72-c/imagesCAVMYGY8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4275041540282597231</id><published>2012-01-23T18:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T20:26:03.442Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Meninos, façam sexo e depois...durmam!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3JL2LMbGAg/Tx2ip1qrySI/AAAAAAAAEls/QUjxyBshQYk/s1600/homem-sexo-dormir-620-size-598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3JL2LMbGAg/Tx2ip1qrySI/AAAAAAAAEls/QUjxyBshQYk/s320/homem-sexo-dormir-620-size-598.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E as meninas deixem de barafustar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;É que afinal, segundo estudos recentes, (e ainda há quem dê dinheiro para fazerem estudos destes), «Quanto maior a tendência para adormecer depois do sexo, maior é o desejo de ligação com o parceiro». Podem tirar as dúvidas &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/sociedade/sexo-dormir-adormecer-amor-estudo-tvi24/1319454-4071.html"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E andámos nós tanto tempo "enganaditas".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4275041540282597231?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4275041540282597231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4275041540282597231&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4275041540282597231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4275041540282597231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/meninos-facam-sexo-e-depoisdurmam.html' title='Meninos, façam sexo e depois...durmam!!!'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y3JL2LMbGAg/Tx2ip1qrySI/AAAAAAAAEls/QUjxyBshQYk/s72-c/homem-sexo-dormir-620-size-598.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-69325943919030627</id><published>2012-01-23T09:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-23T09:25:08.213Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade; Coisas dos outros'/><title type='text'>O mistério das crianças desaparecidas...ou de como algumas nasceram como árvores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmBTDFh8Ze4/Tx0mR-577ZI/AAAAAAAAElc/4gjKSB474sk/s1600/bebe.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="253" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmBTDFh8Ze4/Tx0mR-577ZI/AAAAAAAAElc/4gjKSB474sk/s320/bebe.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SgUBLzTzDtU/Tx0mVUmxPdI/AAAAAAAAElk/GSMMhyH8_vQ/s1600/2011____111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="160" nfa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SgUBLzTzDtU/Tx0mVUmxPdI/AAAAAAAAElk/GSMMhyH8_vQ/s200/2011____111.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais precisamente 111 mil, (que raio de número), crianças que "desapareceram" do nosso País.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No tempo da ditadura, (para lá caminhámos), muitas famílias tinham filhos para os colocar a trabalhar nos campos, nas fábricas ou, (se fossem do sexo feminino), &amp;nbsp;nas casas das "famílias de bem" como empregadas internas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Digamos que para muitas famílias ter filhos correspondia a uma fábrica de procriação com o intuito de dar lucro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Os tempos mudam, as pessoas evoluem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E depois temos os "xiquinhos-espertos" que não fazem mais nada que não seja o de inventar como lixar o Estado (entenda-se, os restantes concidadãos). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E não é que descobriram que podiam ter lucro sem qualquer despesa e, ainda por cima,&amp;nbsp;sem procriar? Pelos vistos foi um ver se te avias para conseguir obter&amp;nbsp; 190 euros por ano. E só precisavam de "inventar" um filho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Outros, com menos imaginação, decidiram "duplicar" os filhos. Estilo holograma, estão a ver? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Até estou a imaginar o diálogo entre o um casal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"- Oh Maria, o que achas de nos divorciarmos? Eh, pá, enquanto solteiros pagamos menos impostos. Continuamos a morar juntos, claro, e quando formos preencher o IRS tu dizes que os nossos filhos moram contigo e eu digo que moram comigo. Num instantinho sacámos ambos 380 euros. É melhor do que termos uma conta poupança".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Segundo o «Jornal de Negócios»&amp;nbsp;desapareceram 111 mil «filhos» dos registos do Fisco de um ano para o outro, e tudo graças à obrigatoriedade de se apresentar o número de contribuinte dos menores quando da apresentação do IRS&amp;nbsp;" ...precisamente porque existiam suspeitas de que havia famílias a declarar filhos inexistentes..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora pergunto: E isto fica assim? Não vão cruzar os dados com as declarações dos anos anteriores e castigar forte e feio os "xicos-espertos"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-69325943919030627?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/69325943919030627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=69325943919030627&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/69325943919030627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/69325943919030627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-misterio-das-criancas-desaparecidasou.html' title='O mistério das crianças desaparecidas...ou de como algumas nasceram como árvores'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wmBTDFh8Ze4/Tx0mR-577ZI/AAAAAAAAElc/4gjKSB474sk/s72-c/bebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4352026614923064277</id><published>2012-01-22T21:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-22T21:05:54.089Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Podia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Falar de como num simples sábado somos confrontados com situações que vão custar cerca de dois mil euros.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;De manhã o dentista que me comunica que a filhota mais nova vai precisar de aparelho (não foi propriamente uma surpresa). Ainda de manhã, e após uma consulta de rotina , o choque de saber que num curto espaço de seis meses a visão da filhota mais nova piorou pelo que vai necessitar de mudar de óculos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pensei para comigo que daí para a frente o dia só podia acabar bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sonhar não custa. Certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Para espairecer decidi fazer um bolo. Fiquei pela intenção porque o forno...pifou. Já andava a ameaçar mas bem que podia avariar de vez num outro dia qualquer. Resultado: mais uma despesa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas todas estas situações perderam o sentido quando falo com a minha querida amiga Dark Phoenix.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque todas as situações que nos arreliam no dia-a-dia são mesquinhas e perdem todo o sentido perante uma notícia que nos dá conta de uma perda que é irrecuperável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E naquele momento esqueci-me de todos os problemas e só queria estar em Lisboa, perto da minha amiga, uma das mulheres mais fortes que conheço, para lhe dar o maior abraço do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4352026614923064277?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4352026614923064277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4352026614923064277&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4352026614923064277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4352026614923064277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/podia.html' title='Podia...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1481894517271572454</id><published>2012-01-21T22:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:23:57.407Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Porque hoje me apetece dizer isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;" Love Is Where You Are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I used to walk between the shadows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lost in the world that move too fast&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I was afraid, I'd always be alone&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Then I saw your face at last&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found my way even in the dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though at times it seem too far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I knew if I'd listened to my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd find that love is where you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I close my eyes and see tomorrow&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dreams begin and end with you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I hear you say you'll be there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Always for me there&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must believe it's true&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found my way even in the dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though at times it seem too far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I knew if I'd listened to my heart&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'd find that love is where you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is where you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And anywhere you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's where I want to be&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter what may happen&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter where I go&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Your arms are home to me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I found my way even in the dark&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Though at times it seem too far&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Somehow I knew even at first sight&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;That love is anywhere you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Love is where you are&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;That love is anywhere you are "&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Diana Krall&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/GLEJAyYor9E" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1481894517271572454?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1481894517271572454/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1481894517271572454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1481894517271572454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1481894517271572454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque-hoje-me-apetece-dizer-isto_21.html' title='Porque hoje me apetece dizer isto...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/GLEJAyYor9E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5278783949611482504</id><published>2012-01-20T19:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T19:18:42.719Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Quando a noite se aproxima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sexta-feira será provavelmente o dia onde as pessoas mais se apressam a sair do emprego rumo ao fim-de-semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;No meu local de trabalho às 17.30 horas, (hora de saída), já só eramos meia dúzia de "gatos pingados".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora que são 19.00 horas posso dizer que sou a única "gata" (vou deixar assim) que ainda está a trabalhar na empresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E gosto de estar sozinha a trabalhar. Sem telefones para atender, sem dúvidas para responder, sem reuniões para falar. Estar apenas a fazer o que gosto: elaborar pareceres.&amp;nbsp;Ao meu próprio ritmo, com a música no ar. E a fazer pausas (como esta), para me desligar momentâneamente do que me mantém aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabem aquela sensação de termos uma hora do dia em que ficámos sozinhos e podemos ser nós mesmos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5DCacIEbAlM" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenham um grande fim-de-semana, tentem ser felizes e fiquem com a música que neste momento me está a fazer companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5278783949611482504?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5278783949611482504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5278783949611482504&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5278783949611482504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5278783949611482504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/quando-noite-se-aproxima.html' title='Quando a noite se aproxima...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/5DCacIEbAlM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7696989857914202455</id><published>2012-01-20T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T09:55:06.416Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dos outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos; Coisas da vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>4ª Regra da Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAORYYT6H_4/Txk5qTJChLI/AAAAAAAAElU/-gD1ztZr99Q/s1600/tumblr_lds9shpBvF1qfzn2qo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAORYYT6H_4/Txk5qTJChLI/AAAAAAAAElU/-gD1ztZr99Q/s320/tumblr_lds9shpBvF1qfzn2qo1_400.jpg" width="319" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Quando duas pessoas se encontram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;há, na verdade, seis pessoas presentes: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada pessoa como se vê a si mesma, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;cada pessoa como a outra a vê&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;e cada pessoa como realmente é."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;William James&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei se será precisamente pela razão invocada por William James, mas a vida ensinou-me um princípio basilar: confiar em poucas pessoas mas nunca ser injusta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas o benefício da dúvida há-de ser proporcional ao respeito que a pessoa tem por nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7696989857914202455?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7696989857914202455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7696989857914202455&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7696989857914202455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7696989857914202455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/4-regra-da-vida.html' title='4ª Regra da Vida...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HAORYYT6H_4/Txk5qTJChLI/AAAAAAAAElU/-gD1ztZr99Q/s72-c/tumblr_lds9shpBvF1qfzn2qo1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5199937613197654020</id><published>2012-01-19T19:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T19:23:51.413Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Não é fácil amar. Mas mais difícil é deixarmos partir quem amámos. Mas será, porventura, a maior prova de amor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Porque estas simples frases dizem aquilo que muitas vezes não temos a coragem de assumir:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;" Sábado à noite não sou tão só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Somente só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A sós contigo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E sei dos teus erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Os meus e os teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Os teus e os meus amores que não conheci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Parasse a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Um passo atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Quis-me capaz  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Dos erros renascer em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E se inventado, o teu sorriso for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Fui inventor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Criei o paraíso assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Algo me diz que há mais amor aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Lá fora só menti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu já fui de cool por aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Somente só, só minto só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Hei-de te amar, ou então hei-de chorar por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo assim, quero ver te sorrir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E se perder vou tentar esquecer-me de vez, conto até três&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Se quiser ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Se há tulipas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;No teu jardim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Serei o chão e a água que da chuva cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Para te fazer crescer em flor, tão viva a cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Meu amor eu sou tudo aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Sábado à noite não sou tão só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Somente só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;A sós contigo assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Não sou tão só, somente só"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E fiquem com esta versão. Há músicas assim...soberbas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/C2z9sbWnzBw" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5199937613197654020?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5199937613197654020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5199937613197654020&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5199937613197654020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5199937613197654020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/nao-e-facil-amar-mas-mais-dificil-e.html' title='Não é fácil amar. Mas mais difícil é deixarmos partir quem amámos. Mas será, porventura, a maior prova de amor.'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/C2z9sbWnzBw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8045403999657390809</id><published>2012-01-19T09:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:23:40.894Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos; sociedade'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-AnIUYcNfc/TxfhdlEaPVI/AAAAAAAAElM/yVXSkr9RVYQ/s1600/BURROS%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-AnIUYcNfc/TxfhdlEaPVI/AAAAAAAAElM/yVXSkr9RVYQ/s320/BURROS%257E1.JPG" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"Há tantos burros mandando em homens de inteligência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;que ás vezes fico pensando, se a burrice não será uma ciência."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;António Aleixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Aleixo, não precisas de pensar muito. Mais do que uma ciência, é um estado de espírito...permanente.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora, falta saber quem são os verdadeiros "burros". Se quem manda, ou de quem de deixa mandar sem questionar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8045403999657390809?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8045403999657390809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8045403999657390809&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8045403999657390809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8045403999657390809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pensamento-do-dia_19.html' title='Pensamento do dia ...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_-AnIUYcNfc/TxfhdlEaPVI/AAAAAAAAElM/yVXSkr9RVYQ/s72-c/BURROS%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5269478248096638348</id><published>2012-01-18T20:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:52:17.245Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Família'/><title type='text'>Pais e Filhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Desengane-se quem pensa o contrário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A vida demonstra-nos que a relação de pais e filhos (quando saudável) é mais ao menos esta:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6fBrPtnNrk/Txcwq-jn4dI/AAAAAAAAElE/8pwb8xjvx_8/s1600/1326907835423.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6fBrPtnNrk/Txcwq-jn4dI/AAAAAAAAElE/8pwb8xjvx_8/s1600/1326907835423.jpg" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Imagem recebida por mail &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Geralmente aprendemos tarde de mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5269478248096638348?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5269478248096638348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5269478248096638348&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5269478248096638348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5269478248096638348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pais-e-filhos.html' title='Pais e Filhos...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-X6fBrPtnNrk/Txcwq-jn4dI/AAAAAAAAElE/8pwb8xjvx_8/s72-c/1326907835423.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8121086101565448739</id><published>2012-01-18T15:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:17:23.923Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afectos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas da vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>3ª Regra da Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0zAWTb1uYw/TxbhvrEtFII/AAAAAAAAEk8/hPvNnGbXaQw/s1600/s320x240.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0zAWTb1uYw/TxbhvrEtFII/AAAAAAAAEk8/hPvNnGbXaQw/s1600/s320x240.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Todos nós já discordámos e/ou tivemos conflitos com alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A postura que cada um de nós assume nestas situações assemelha-se à confecção de um refogado. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Vejamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Refogado no ponto&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ou a arte de saber expôr os seus argumentos e, principalmente ouvir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Num tacho colocam a cebola e o azeite e colocam a chama num ponto médio.&amp;nbsp;A cebola e o azeite conjugam-se na perfeição, e demora o tempo ideal até ficar alourado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Refogado ad eternum&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ou a arte de conseguir ouvir apenas a sua voz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A cebola e o azeite estão no tacho à espera do calor que os vai unir. Mas o calor é tão baixo que o refogado nunca mais fica alourado. Bem se anda com a colher de pau à volta e mexe-se...mexe-se mas andámos ali à voltas e não há meio de alourar. Pensamos de imediato que algo vai mal com a cebola ou com o azeite&amp;nbsp;e acabámos por optar pelo restaurante da esquina que faz&amp;nbsp;refeições "take away".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Refogado queimado&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - Ou a arte de conseguir falar sem ouvir nada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Agora imaginem que o calor está de tal forma alto que quando vão buscar a colher de pau o refogado...já era. E quando assim é não há volta a dar. Deita-se fora.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, quando não é possível obter um bom refogado mais vale mandar o outro ficar com a batata frita e nós vamos comer a outro lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;É que, conversas estéreis e sem sentido desgastam e cansam a "minha beleza".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8121086101565448739?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8121086101565448739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8121086101565448739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8121086101565448739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8121086101565448739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/3-regra-da-vida.html' title='3ª Regra da Vida...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L0zAWTb1uYw/TxbhvrEtFII/AAAAAAAAEk8/hPvNnGbXaQw/s72-c/s320x240.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7610122832204653401</id><published>2012-01-18T09:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-18T09:22:06.913Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>E eis quando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTOH78UNzmI/TxaOtrxanxI/AAAAAAAAEk0/TlpAn6whJ9A/s1600/17-12-09_web.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" nfa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTOH78UNzmI/TxaOtrxanxI/AAAAAAAAEk0/TlpAn6whJ9A/s320/17-12-09_web.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em pleno século XXI, e quase dez anos depois de estar na casa actual....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A minha "aldeia" vai ter saneamento básico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Dos postais ilustrados já não vai constar aqueles&amp;nbsp;tractores pré-históricos e "mal-cheirosos".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já não há respeito pelo passado, é o que é.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7610122832204653401?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7610122832204653401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7610122832204653401&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7610122832204653401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7610122832204653401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-eis-quando.html' title='E eis quando...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTOH78UNzmI/TxaOtrxanxI/AAAAAAAAEk0/TlpAn6whJ9A/s72-c/17-12-09_web.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7962552393165618713</id><published>2012-01-17T16:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T16:52:25.295Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Porque o Natal é quando uma pessoa o quiser...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu e os meu colegas de trabalho vamos ter o nosso jantar de natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Já aqui escrevi em tempos que me custou imenso abandonar o meu antigo local de trabalho. Não só porque deixei de fazer o que mais gostava em termos profissionais, mas também porque tenho o terrível hábito de me afeiçoar às pessoas com quem trabalho. Gostava do que fazia. Gostava, (e gosto), das pessoas com quem trabalhava. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas face ao que aconteceu tinha mesmo que tomar uma atitude mesmo sabendo que iria sair prejudicada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Assumo, prejudiquei imenso a minha vida pessoal pela entrega ao trabalho. Mas sempre fui assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Trabalho desde os meus dezasseis anos. Tive que ter dois empregos para conseguir tirar o meu curso. Trabalhei noites e fins-de-semana. Durante anos não tive férias. Mas consegui tirar o curso que sempre desejei e sem nunca ter reprovado. Essa é uma das minhas vitórias pessoais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, todos os esforços e trabalho que desenvolvi&amp;nbsp;ao longo de mais de&amp;nbsp;25 anos foram infrutíferos. Em termos profissionais tenho consciência que a minha carreira terminou em Fevereiro de 2009. E, em nome da minha dignidade, tive que dizer basta e afastar-me. Saí a meu pedido e pelo meu próprio pé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ficou a&amp;nbsp;certeza de que&amp;nbsp;fiz um bom trabalho. A certeza que fiz mais do que era exigível a qualquer funcionário.&amp;nbsp;Esta é outra das minhas vitórias pessoais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E assumi com toda a dignidade as minhas novas funções no novo posto apesar de saber que ele não me realizaria como o anterior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mesmo tendo consciência&amp;nbsp;que o nosso trabalho não é&amp;nbsp;reconhecido por muitos e visto com alguma desconfiança por outros,(não é por acaso que somos conhecidos comos os homens de negro), conseguimos criar um grupo coeso, bem disposto e, acima de tudo, solidário. Um grupo que sabe partilhar as vitórias e as derrotas. Um grupo que sabe que a vitória de um é a vitória de todos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E se Fevereiro de 2009 significou o fim da minha carreira profissional (em termos de progressão e de realização pessoal), também significou o meu crescimento emocional. E, sinceramente, estou bem mais preocupada em recuperar o tempo perdido do que perder tempo em "choros de calimero". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;As "árvores morrem de pé" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E porque o Natal é o reflexo do nosso estado de espírito, podemos, muito bem, festejar o Natal a uma terça-feira,&amp;nbsp; num dia 17 de Janeiro qualquer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7962552393165618713?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7962552393165618713/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7962552393165618713&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7962552393165618713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7962552393165618713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque-o-natal-e-quando-uma-pessoa-o.html' title='Porque o Natal é quando uma pessoa o quiser...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-2995869584481813117</id><published>2012-01-17T09:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-17T09:08:26.689Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dos outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos; Coisas da vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>2ª Regra da Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxZYMv9Rbqs/TxU6R-mlbnI/AAAAAAAAEks/-mw-uaNTrqY/s1600/ave_voando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxZYMv9Rbqs/TxU6R-mlbnI/AAAAAAAAEks/-mw-uaNTrqY/s1600/ave_voando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Para vencer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;naõ precisa de ser o melhor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou o mais brilhante, só tem que fazer as coisas certas."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(David J. Liebrman)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sendo certo que,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;" A baixeza é o meio mais certo de alcançar êxito "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(André Suarés)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E quando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A ambição de chegar mais alto é o&amp;nbsp;mais importante, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;os obstáculos não existem porque tudo se vende. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E mesmo o corpo e os afectos têm um preço. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uns vendem os seus bens mais preciosos por qualquer valor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para chegar rapidamente ao ponto mais alto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outros fazem-se caros, demoram um pouco mais,&amp;nbsp;mas lá chegam a acordo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E&amp;nbsp;depois há "aqueles". &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Aqueles" que têm um preço tão elevado que&amp;nbsp;não existe comprador.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E são estes que dificilmente alcançam o&amp;nbsp;ponto mais alto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas a liberdade é isto mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Podermos escolher o caminho que queremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Ni)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-2995869584481813117?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2995869584481813117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=2995869584481813117&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2995869584481813117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2995869584481813117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/2-regra-da-vida.html' title='2ª Regra da Vida'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OxZYMv9Rbqs/TxU6R-mlbnI/AAAAAAAAEks/-mw-uaNTrqY/s72-c/ave_voando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7116989618260003146</id><published>2012-01-16T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:40:06.634Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>1ª Regra da Vida...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1jJwunaOLc/TxSXpP0popI/AAAAAAAAEkk/lq113fhnWjk/s1600/d8b7108b4f6d5490a0a80a2a9e8a2598c84066f4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="293" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1jJwunaOLc/TxSXpP0popI/AAAAAAAAEkk/lq113fhnWjk/s320/d8b7108b4f6d5490a0a80a2a9e8a2598c84066f4.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Podemos desejar muito uma coisa.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Podemos, e devemos, lutar de forma incessante mas leal para a obter.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Mas, por muito que desejemos algo,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;não há nada a fazer quando o destino não deixa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;E, muitas vezes, o destino resume-se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;a estarmos à hora errada, no sítio errado, ou no tempo errado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;O segredo é continuar a caminhar ao encontro do destino...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7116989618260003146?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7116989618260003146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7116989618260003146&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7116989618260003146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7116989618260003146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-regra-da-vida.html' title='1ª Regra da Vida...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C1jJwunaOLc/TxSXpP0popI/AAAAAAAAEkk/lq113fhnWjk/s72-c/d8b7108b4f6d5490a0a80a2a9e8a2598c84066f4.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5275282845986213886</id><published>2012-01-16T16:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:35:05.362Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Da frivolidade racional...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETQQEvEjdIM/TxROpGDm26I/AAAAAAAAEkc/Wj91lYmKtT4/s1600/1326497303197.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETQQEvEjdIM/TxROpGDm26I/AAAAAAAAEkc/Wj91lYmKtT4/s400/1326497303197.jpg" width="388" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou das tais em que, por muito que nos custe, temos que dar razão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque vivemos numa sociedade em que o parecer é bem melhor do que ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque vivemos numa sociedade em que se reconhece inteligência a quem nega amanhã o que&amp;nbsp;é hoje.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque de animais vertebrados já são poucos aqueles que têm mais do que o nome, porque a "coluna vertebral" há muito que se partiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E não me canso de ouvir estes meninos, (apesar de...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cjVQ36NhbMk" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5275282845986213886?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5275282845986213886/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5275282845986213886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5275282845986213886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5275282845986213886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/da-frivolidade-racional.html' title='Da frivolidade racional...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ETQQEvEjdIM/TxROpGDm26I/AAAAAAAAEkc/Wj91lYmKtT4/s72-c/1326497303197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-9065812286791370954</id><published>2012-01-16T10:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:55:42.196Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>E a frase mais repetida foi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Há alguém que consiga adivinhar qual a frase mais repetida pelas duas amigas durante a noite de sábado na tal "saída de gajas"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma ajuda: obviamente, tem a ver com homens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nota - E Jorge Palma esteve no seu melhor.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-9065812286791370954?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/9065812286791370954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=9065812286791370954&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9065812286791370954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9065812286791370954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-frase-mais-repetida-foi.html' title='E a frase mais repetida foi...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-6058184322417809724</id><published>2012-01-16T09:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-16T09:58:17.673Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De Ouvir'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baú das recordações'/><title type='text'>Baú de Recordações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E do baú retirei hoje algumas latas e caixas antigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3jBWdfinXE/TxPxwShPeVI/AAAAAAAAEj8/8NNyYzO3qwg/s1600/2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3jBWdfinXE/TxPxwShPeVI/AAAAAAAAEj8/8NNyYzO3qwg/s320/2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfXgdEmTs1I/TxPx0LoUm_I/AAAAAAAAEkE/ihYpAyDt4O4/s1600/5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nfXgdEmTs1I/TxPx0LoUm_I/AAAAAAAAEkE/ihYpAyDt4O4/s320/5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeQ2SgxoGmk/TxPx8UO9kGI/AAAAAAAAEkM/4m0GHAj1Bgs/s1600/img_175850172_1310388472_abig.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jeQ2SgxoGmk/TxPx8UO9kGI/AAAAAAAAEkM/4m0GHAj1Bgs/s320/img_175850172_1310388472_abig.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olSmLH3IeBI/TxPyAGaBFII/AAAAAAAAEkU/jjJwdzjskPM/s1600/4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-olSmLH3IeBI/TxPyAGaBFII/AAAAAAAAEkU/jjJwdzjskPM/s320/4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A música também é antiga e é interpretada pela "doida da altura", Suzy Quatro, e pelo Chris Norman (e pensar que tive uma paixão assolapada por ele, bem visível pelas&amp;nbsp;fotos que povoavam os meus cadernos). A minha mãe é que não achava piada nenhuma e dizia que eu só gostava de "drogados" e "gadelhudos" (e ela nem imaginava que eu gostava dos Kiss e dos AC/DC).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/_am1ydf8QRA" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-6058184322417809724?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/6058184322417809724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=6058184322417809724&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6058184322417809724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6058184322417809724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/bau-de-recordacoes.html' title='Baú de Recordações...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3jBWdfinXE/TxPxwShPeVI/AAAAAAAAEj8/8NNyYzO3qwg/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4640895032598509796</id><published>2012-01-15T22:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-15T22:41:18.361Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O &lt;a href="http://vivorodeadodeincompetentes.blogspot.com/2012/01/desafio.html#comment-form"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Pestinha&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pregou-me a partida e aqui estou eu a responder ao desafio que tem por objectivo desvendar um pouco daquilo que somos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui vai:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Nome da minha música favorita: Não tenho uma música favorita. Tenho muitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Nome da minha sobremesa favorita: Leite creme queimado (à moda antiga, claro está).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) O que me tira do sério ? Tanta coisa. Escolher uma? “Chulice” – uma das qualidades que muitos portugueses têm, também conhecido por&amp;nbsp; “xico esperto”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Quando estou chateada... Um passeio à beira-mar a ouvir música. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Qual o meu animal de estimação favorito ? Peixes, claro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Preto ou branco ? Preto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Maior medo ? Perder quem amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Atitude quotidiana: Respeitar o outro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) O que é perfeito ? Ver as minhas filhas felizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Culpa? Estar sempre disponível para quem não merece (depois fico a remoer e a dizer para mim mesma que sou uma valente besta).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Sete factos aleatórios sobre mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1)Já fui autora de uma lei (que ainda está em vigor e já vão alguns aninhos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2) Não sei lidar com a indiferença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3) Gosto do pôr-do-sol e de estar junto ao mar bem agarradinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4) Quando era pequena queria ser arqueóloga e desvendar os segredos de Pompeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5) Fui jogadora federada de basquetebol e joguei durante cinco anos râguebi (e era boa como o caraças a placar os rapazes).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6) Já escrevi um livro de poemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7) Já fui locutora de rádio, apresentadora de espectáculos e fiz teatro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Agora teria que oferecer este desafio a alguém. Mas quem me conhece sabe que nesta matéria não sigo à risca as regras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Assim, este desafio é para todos aqueles que me seguem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Para os cumpridores das regras, elas aqui ficam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1) mandar o link para a pessoa que nos ofereceu;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2) preencher o formulário com as perguntas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3) oferecer a 10 blogs e informá-los por comentário ou e-mail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4) partilhar 7 pensamentos aleatórios sobre nós&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4640895032598509796?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4640895032598509796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4640895032598509796&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4640895032598509796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4640895032598509796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8534418213192323837</id><published>2012-01-14T16:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T16:58:24.138Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Tem dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Uma das desvantagens de estarmos "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;só&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;" é que pensamos naquilo que não devemos. E quando digo "não devemos", não é porque esteja errado ou seja mau. Apenas porque, pura e simplesmente, não nos faz bem e não adianta para coisa alguma.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Porque há coisas que temos que ter a coragem de empacotar, armazenar e...avançar. Porque não adianta estarmos presos ao passado. Mas sempre me acontece isto quando as situações ficam por resolver. Quando as coisas acontecem sem explicação. E eu sempre tive que encontrar uma justificação para tudo. Eterna mania que não leva a lado nenhum. Mas é difícil avançar quando o passado não está resolvido. É como viver constantemente no limbo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Já aqui escrevi que seria bom que a vida fosse como as estrelas. Elas aparecem e  desaparecem mas sabemos que estão lá. Sabemos que no dia seguinte as vamos  encontrar e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;quando elas desaparecem para sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt; sabemos porquê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;E há dias assim, (outros serão melhores porque a estrela mãe nasce todos os dias).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/jdspLi92OsY" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8534418213192323837?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8534418213192323837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8534418213192323837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/tem-dias.html' title='Tem dias...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/jdspLi92OsY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5545269223088065341</id><published>2012-01-14T12:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-14T12:42:30.152Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>E hoje é o tal dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;" ...dá cabo dos teus desenganos não queiras ver quem eu não sou,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fiz tudo para sobreviver, no fundo para te merecer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;fiz de você o meu herói, sei que não soube às vezes entender o teu olhar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;mas quero-te bem,(...) onde só queres ser feliz, (...) tudo que senti&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;partilhei contigo... só não entendi o teu olhar...seja como for...quero-te﻿ bem..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Com a filhota mais pequena em casa de uma amiga e o homem cá de casa&amp;nbsp; a estudar com os colegas (ora aqui está uma bela desculpa para estar um sábado fora de casa), este é o famigerado dia que a minha amiga decidiu de apelidar "saída de gajas" e que se limita a irmos jantar e ver este menino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="comment-text" dir="ltr"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZfyAsj4_ZDI" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1363299328310652248-5545269223088065341?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5545269223088065341/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5545269223088065341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5545269223088065341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5545269223088065341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-hoje-e-o-tal-dia.html' title='E hoje é o tal dia...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ZfyAsj4_ZDI/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1881179702155507775</id><published>2012-01-13T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:30:22.334Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>Namoro é...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7chMkdDHL8/TxCiQQF5M_I/AAAAAAAAEjs/koiAhySVVyM/s1600/1326417252772.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7chMkdDHL8/TxCiQQF5M_I/AAAAAAAAEjs/koiAhySVVyM/s400/1326417252772.jpg" width="312" /&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/1363299328310652248-1881179702155507775?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1881179702155507775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1881179702155507775&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1881179702155507775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1881179702155507775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/namoro-e.html' title='Namoro é...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I7chMkdDHL8/TxCiQQF5M_I/AAAAAAAAEjs/koiAhySVVyM/s72-c/1326417252772.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5534085505853182814</id><published>2012-01-13T15:42:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:45:26.429Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para Relaxar'/><title type='text'>Post interdito a homens...</title><content type='html'>Minhas queridas, algum dia sonharam ter um homem que fizesse&amp;nbsp;uma canção a pensar em vocês e a interpretasse com toda a paixão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a resposta for afirmativa, hoje, sexta-feira 13, é o dia em que o vosso sonho se torna realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só colocar o vosso nome &lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.obtampons.ca/apology"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Apreciem!!! (até porque o menino não é de se deitar fora)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Obrigado P.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5534085505853182814?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5534085505853182814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5534085505853182814&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5534085505853182814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5534085505853182814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/post-interdito-homens.html' title='Post interdito a homens...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4262284183696446478</id><published>2012-01-13T10:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:03:51.140Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade; Coisas dos outros'/><title type='text'>«Foi no Porto que aprendi quantas vezes tinha de fazer amor»</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como vês Futre, no Porto só se aprende coisas boas e que valem a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se quiserem saber como, a notícia está &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvi24.iol.pt/desporto/futre-paulo-futre-noites-de-futrebol/1316686-4062.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4262284183696446478?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4262284183696446478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4262284183696446478&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4262284183696446478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4262284183696446478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/foi-no-porto-que-aprendi-quantas-vezes.html' title='«Foi no Porto que aprendi quantas vezes tinha de fazer amor»'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4235338329052472387</id><published>2012-01-13T09:38:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-13T09:40:31.042Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='familia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Salada russa (na verdadeira acepção do termo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Com o homem lá de casa de volta às aulas à noite e a filhota mais velha a quase 300 Km de distância, não fosse a filhota mais nova e eu prescindia de estar a cozinhar, até porque o apetite anda pela "hora da amargura". Vai daí que tento fazer comidas simples e rápidas. Ontem à noite não foi excepção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Filhota, estou a pensar fazer salada russa com atum. O que achas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Está bem mãe. Sabes que gosto muito de atum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E lá estou eu toda pimpolha na cozinha quando me deparo com duas faltas: feijão verde e ovos. Ok, não vem mal ao mundo se a salada russa não tiver dois ingredientes (penso eu para os meus botões).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;15 minutos depois lá estou eu a colocar a salada russa na travessa e vou ao armário buscar o atum. Ou melhor, ia buscar o atum porque o dito cujo desapareceu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim sendo, tinha para o jantar: batatas, cenouras e ervilhas. Nada mau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Mãe, o atum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Está a ser pescado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vamos comer isto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Que rica cozinheira me saiste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Sou boa, não sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota 1 - Após um telefonema vim a descobrir que a filhota mais velha "açambarcou" 10 latas de atum e não se lembrou de me avisar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nota 2 -&amp;nbsp; E só hoje é que é sexta-feira 13.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4235338329052472387?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4235338329052472387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4235338329052472387&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4235338329052472387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4235338329052472387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/salada-russa-na-verdadeira-acepcao-do.html' title='Salada russa (na verdadeira acepção do termo)'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-9028973416779220672</id><published>2012-01-12T20:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T23:31:40.547Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De Ouvir'/><title type='text'>O que é que está sempre escondido no armário de uma mulher?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngk2DQA9xqY/Tw9Fwgq1NEI/AAAAAAAAEjc/nkse8g20bkg/s1600/d3e9dd97d3d214ef630a46e3840eea85ffa7c692.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngk2DQA9xqY/Tw9Fwgq1NEI/AAAAAAAAEjc/nkse8g20bkg/s320/d3e9dd97d3d214ef630a46e3840eea85ffa7c692.jpeg" width="291" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Costumam dizer que é uma criatura divertida chamada "nada para vestir".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Pois eu não acho a criatura nada divertida. E, pelo andar da carruagem, qualquer dia saio de casa apenas com uns óculos de sol e um cachecol.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;É que são as únicas coisas que ainda me ficam bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ld_CX0zfi0Y/Tw9F9CxPdiI/AAAAAAAAEjk/OdHvLn-4Lcw/s1600/a87b3d2bc9e954bf17e0729a4b5f6a19cac2c39a.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ld_CX0zfi0Y/Tw9F9CxPdiI/AAAAAAAAEjk/OdHvLn-4Lcw/s320/a87b3d2bc9e954bf17e0729a4b5f6a19cac2c39a.jpeg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E o pior é quando eu me queixo ao homem cá de casa e ele responde: "Tadita".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;"Tadita" o raio... Homens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VV1XWJN3nJo" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-9028973416779220672?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/9028973416779220672/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=9028973416779220672&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9028973416779220672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9028973416779220672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-que-e-que-esta-sempre-escondido-no.html' title='O que é que está sempre escondido no armário de uma mulher?'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ngk2DQA9xqY/Tw9Fwgq1NEI/AAAAAAAAEjc/nkse8g20bkg/s72-c/d3e9dd97d3d214ef630a46e3840eea85ffa7c692.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5963500168153497242</id><published>2012-01-12T09:26:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-12T09:29:09.650Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dos outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afectos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De Ouvir&#x9;sociedadehistórias de amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Quem tem coragem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgM4jeQzU-Y/Tw6m9fz6NAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/-XVUTkRvvzY/s1600/aquele_abraco22.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="259" kba="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgM4jeQzU-Y/Tw6m9fz6NAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/-XVUTkRvvzY/s320/aquele_abraco22.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque é preciso coragem para expressar os nossos sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque é preciso coragem&amp;nbsp;para enfrentar o que sentimos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque é preciso coragem para dar o primeiro passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Porque a história não se lembra dos fracos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E depois?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Bom, depois há aquela música que retrata exactamente o que sentimos num determinado momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aquela música que diz o que queremos dizer sem necessidade de criar palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E ficámos a ouvir vezes sem conta com a secreta esperança que a nossa mensagem seja ouvida por quem queremos, mesmo quando sabemos que não ouvirá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Assim sendo, e porque o que tem que ser tem muita força, não percam tempo com parvoíces que não interessam a ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amam alguém*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Então parem um bocadinho e mandem um sms, um&amp;nbsp;mail, o que seja,&amp;nbsp;a dizer isso mesmo. Pode ser que a pessoa que está "do outro lado" esteja a precisar de ouvir isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E, sim, admito. Estou na minha fase de romantismo agudo pisciano. Terrível, meus caros. Terrível....até porque já não tenho idade para estas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ito5ELbyyxs" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;* E não se esqueçam que a amizade é uma forma de amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(E com este post mando um abraço enorme a ti. Sinto a tua falta. Todos os dias.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5963500168153497242?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5963500168153497242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5963500168153497242&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5963500168153497242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5963500168153497242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/quem-tem-coragem.html' title='Quem tem coragem?'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jgM4jeQzU-Y/Tw6m9fz6NAI/AAAAAAAAEjU/-XVUTkRvvzY/s72-c/aquele_abraco22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5960893409921480785</id><published>2012-01-11T15:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T16:14:41.750Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos; Amizade'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChN1zvEGJwQ/Tw2vT4b7GmI/AAAAAAAAEjM/cl3qjd1eWaE/s1600/DECEPO%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChN1zvEGJwQ/Tw2vT4b7GmI/AAAAAAAAEjM/cl3qjd1eWaE/s320/DECEPO%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" As pessoas que mais gostamos são as que mais nos decepcionam, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois pensamos que são perfeitas e esquecemos que são humanas"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;Giulia Passagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu até sou capaz de concordar. Mas porque raio é que errar é huma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;no? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou melhor, porque razão é que os humanos erram? Ou, melhor ainda, porque razão é que um erro do humano&amp;nbsp;prejudica mais o outro do que quem o pratica? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Seria bem mais interessante que aqueles de quem gostamos pensassem um pouco antes de nos decepcionarem. Mas são humanos. Já percebi... (às vezes custa, mas chego lá).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 11pt; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5960893409921480785?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5960893409921480785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5960893409921480785&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5960893409921480785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5960893409921480785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pensamento-do-dia_11.html' title='Pensamento do dia ...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ChN1zvEGJwQ/Tw2vT4b7GmI/AAAAAAAAEjM/cl3qjd1eWaE/s72-c/DECEPO%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-683116331272195747</id><published>2012-01-11T09:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T09:35:22.271Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Em que gosto de acreditar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zU17oGrdAyY/Tw1XmFPXBuI/AAAAAAAAEjE/aFQ01i-Sv28/s1600/25152d70d3a9e0fb64d06f6f00f675b5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zU17oGrdAyY/Tw1XmFPXBuI/AAAAAAAAEjE/aFQ01i-Sv28/s320/25152d70d3a9e0fb64d06f6f00f675b5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como sou crente doutorada, "&lt;em&gt;gosto de acreditar&lt;/em&gt;" que o amor encontra sempre um caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;O problema é que os meus 47 anos, (ok, ainda não os tenho mas faltam apenas dois meses), impedem-me de acreditar no Pai Natal, na Fada dos Dentes, no Princípe Encantado, no Tesouro do Arco-Íris, na Ilha Encantada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Em que acredito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que as pessoas, de uma maneira geral, se aproveitam umas das outras e se estão a "borrifar" se com as suas atitudes magoam alguém. Que o egoísmo é, definitivamente, a atitude mais em voga no último século e que a palavra "amor" é a mais banalizada e que mais facilmente se vende por meia dúzia de tostões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Entre o "acreditar" e que "gostaria de acreditar" vai um grande passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mas vamos lá acreditar que... "Love Always finds a way... ", apesar do tema musical dos Reamonn não ser esse porque hoje apetece-me dizer "milion miles from you "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6l_UhLxPBBo" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-683116331272195747?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/683116331272195747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=683116331272195747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/683116331272195747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/683116331272195747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/em-que-gosto-de-acreditar.html' title='Em que gosto de acreditar?'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zU17oGrdAyY/Tw1XmFPXBuI/AAAAAAAAEjE/aFQ01i-Sv28/s72-c/25152d70d3a9e0fb64d06f6f00f675b5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-282204245797700277</id><published>2012-01-10T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T20:18:55.778Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade; Pensamentos; As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><title type='text'>Oração para os incautos em matéria de amizade e amor... (versão copy past da autora)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já há bastante tempo que não trazia aqui a rubrica "consultório sentimental".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais eis que esta tarde, em "conversa virtual" com a "P", (vamos designá-la assim), acabou-se por falar de amores e desamores (olha a novidade). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É claro que quando duas amigas falam deste tema só se dizem asneiras. Mas depois lembrei-me de um post que fiz no longínquo ano de 2009 sobre este tema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;E como nos últimos tempos o meu humor anda de rastos, (mas eu disfarço muito bem), aqui fica o texto que então fiz quando alguém me perguntou sobre a melhor forma de esquecer uma pessoa e que começava assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como sou solidária, criei uma pequena oração que ele deve dizer, em sinal de penitência, durante um bom par de anos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sw1cFfZ6KfI/AAAAAAAADCc/ThP5SliLXWE/s1600/rezar2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408079976941103602" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sw1cFfZ6KfI/AAAAAAAADCc/ThP5SliLXWE/s400/rezar2004.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 266px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peço a alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;que afaste os males de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;para o pólo norte e aí fiquem congelados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sou forte e sei que vou esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;a dor que agora sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e que as feridas vão sarar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Prometo nunca mais cair em tentação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;e gostar de quem não merece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se acredito na oração? Não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mais certo é caíres na mesma esparrela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas sonhar que é possível esquecer uma dor ainda é de borla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vocês que são todos optimistas vão já dizer que é possível esquecer alguém enquanto se toma um duche frio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas experimentem esquecer alguém enquanto ouvem esta música do Pedro. Ah...pois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/uDTt03k9LzE" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&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/1363299328310652248-282204245797700277?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/282204245797700277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=282204245797700277&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/282204245797700277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/282204245797700277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/oracao-para-os-incautos-em-materia-de.html' title='Oração para os incautos em matéria de amizade e amor... (versão copy past da autora)'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sw1cFfZ6KfI/AAAAAAAADCc/ThP5SliLXWE/s72-c/rezar2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-9026489445271723744</id><published>2012-01-10T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T11:54:53.096Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para Relaxar'/><title type='text'>Meninos, tenham sempre cuidado com aquilo que desejam...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6mB7rbC7GE/Twwmhy0hwnI/AAAAAAAAEi8/dPTbDmFKzTQ/s1600/a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6mB7rbC7GE/Twwmhy0hwnI/AAAAAAAAEi8/dPTbDmFKzTQ/s400/a.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E hoje, definitivamente, não estou nos meus dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-9026489445271723744?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/9026489445271723744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=9026489445271723744&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9026489445271723744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9026489445271723744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/meninos-tenham-sempre-cuidado-com.html' title='Meninos, tenham sempre cuidado com aquilo que desejam...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j6mB7rbC7GE/Twwmhy0hwnI/AAAAAAAAEi8/dPTbDmFKzTQ/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-9103247998811176138</id><published>2012-01-10T08:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-10T08:53:22.722Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para Relaxar'/><title type='text'>Garanto-vos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando vi esta imagem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEkV7QpyIJc/Twv8NESzQbI/AAAAAAAAEi0/QaJBpHf9onE/s1600/132615208257.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEkV7QpyIJc/Twv8NESzQbI/AAAAAAAAEi0/QaJBpHf9onE/s400/132615208257.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Apenas me veio à cabeça&amp;nbsp;a imagem de um menino(a?) do "jet set" nacional. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem um "je ne sais quoi".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-9103247998811176138?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/9103247998811176138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=9103247998811176138&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9103247998811176138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9103247998811176138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/garanto-vos.html' title='Garanto-vos...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EEkV7QpyIJc/Twv8NESzQbI/AAAAAAAAEi0/QaJBpHf9onE/s72-c/132615208257.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1804602968110101829</id><published>2012-01-09T10:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T10:28:03.277Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade; Pensamentos; As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Pensamento do dia ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGBLenYSwRg/Twq5LxyHtWI/AAAAAAAAEis/fn3NwIxsF6M/s1600/1326054182493.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGBLenYSwRg/Twq5LxyHtWI/AAAAAAAAEis/fn3NwIxsF6M/s320/1326054182493.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Daí que o número de amigos é inversamente proporcional à idade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SWST3Egi5ew" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1804602968110101829?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1804602968110101829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1804602968110101829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1804602968110101829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1804602968110101829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='Pensamento do dia ...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WGBLenYSwRg/Twq5LxyHtWI/AAAAAAAAEis/fn3NwIxsF6M/s72-c/1326054182493.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-6971100069126171175</id><published>2012-01-08T22:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T22:40:04.875Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulher gorda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Mulher gorda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_RDCqvBr70/TwoZxM5DnfI/AAAAAAAAEik/haVvgqzC2BQ/s1600/mulher-gorda-magra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_RDCqvBr70/TwoZxM5DnfI/AAAAAAAAEik/haVvgqzC2BQ/s320/mulher-gorda-magra.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ascartasquenaoescrevi.blogspot.com/2012/01/conclusao-logica-sobre-algumas-mulheres.html"&gt;&lt;b style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;Este&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; post do Confuskos fez-me recordar uma dúvida existencial que sempre tive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A grande maioria dos homens gostam de uma mulher bem feita de corpo. Mas isso não chega. Uma mulher até pode ser bem feita de corpo e ser proporcional mas se tiver uma gordurinha a mais.. está fora da equação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;De facto, a mulher até pode ser toda desproporcionada mas se for magra é um ícone da beleza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;Naomi Wolf no seu livro &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O Mito da Beleza&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt; escreve a dado passo que a mulher é vista como um troféu, e como uma mulher gorda é  considerada um ser desprezível, não será apropriado um homem que visa o sucesso escolher uma mulher gorda.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas o que me deixa admirada é que são as próprias mulheres que tudo fazem, (muitas vezes colocando a própria saúde em risco), para terem um corpo de pele e osso e mamas do tamanho que eles gostam. Mas não se contentam em se transformarem nas "mulheres ideais". é que são as próprias mulheres as que mais criticam aquelas que não conseguem atingir a "magreza exigível".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não querem saber se é por uma questão física, hormonal ou outra qualquer. Os epítetos variam desde "desmazelada", "desleixada", "descuidada", entre outros. Mas o objectivo é sempre o mesmo: denegrir a imagem de outra pessoa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu tenho consciência que sou suspeita porque tenho mais 9 Kg do que devia, mas, mesmo assim, a minha dúvida continua: o objectivo de qualquer ser humano não é ser apreciado e amado por aquilo que é e não por aquilo que tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-6971100069126171175?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/6971100069126171175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=6971100069126171175&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6971100069126171175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6971100069126171175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/mulher-gorda.html' title='Mulher gorda...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y_RDCqvBr70/TwoZxM5DnfI/AAAAAAAAEik/haVvgqzC2BQ/s72-c/mulher-gorda-magra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-9208428837376907503</id><published>2012-01-08T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-08T19:01:25.056Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade; Pensamentos; As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='histórias de amor'/><title type='text'>Devia ser proibido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fazerem filmes como "Casablanca" e a "Casa do Lago".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E, aproveitando a oportunidade, o livro "Persuasão" de Jane Austen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Porque ultimamente a minha glândula lacrimal anda avariada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-Gu7s3JuFjw" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-9208428837376907503?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/9208428837376907503/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=9208428837376907503&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9208428837376907503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/9208428837376907503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/devia-ser-proibido.html' title='Devia ser proibido...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/-Gu7s3JuFjw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8049756915022595669</id><published>2012-01-07T09:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-07T09:45:02.708Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRBIyG8oo74/TwgTtmmgXyI/AAAAAAAAEic/SpNjzX6nET4/s1600/3-reis-magos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="299" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRBIyG8oo74/TwgTtmmgXyI/AAAAAAAAEic/SpNjzX6nET4/s320/3-reis-magos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;É verdade que o dia de Reis se comemora a 6 de Janeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas, não é menos verdade que qualquer altura é boa para reunir os amigos que temos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E como dia 6 foi dia de trabalho, "alteramos" o calendário e vamos hoje comemorar o dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E faço como no Natal.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A mesa decorada (não esquecendo o "miminho" ao lado de cada um dos pratos), os doces de natal, o tradicional bacalhau com batatas cozidas e couve e o molho fervido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Apenas vai faltar a presença de um amigo que contava ter ao meu lado nesta altura. Mas a vida prega-nos algumas partidas e daquelas tão bem feitas que tudo o que façamos não adianta nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Assim sendo, desejo-vos um grande fim-de-semana, com ou sem ouro, incenso e mirra. Eu agora vou andar à "volta dos tachos".&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/1363299328310652248-8049756915022595669?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8049756915022595669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8049756915022595669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8049756915022595669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8049756915022595669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRBIyG8oo74/TwgTtmmgXyI/AAAAAAAAEic/SpNjzX6nET4/s72-c/3-reis-magos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-2701623697701957727</id><published>2012-01-06T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:09:29.405Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><title type='text'>Conexões...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z2ty-_bW8s/Twb--7Hf8RI/AAAAAAAAEiU/zzqgYCRCrMA/s1600/384155_10150409879458360_290539813359_8272124_1140148740_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="350" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z2ty-_bW8s/Twb--7Hf8RI/AAAAAAAAEiU/zzqgYCRCrMA/s400/384155_10150409879458360_290539813359_8272124_1140148740_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Recebida por mail&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A evolução tecnológica é contínua. Mas há diferenças imutáveis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Mas há lá maior beleza do que a diferença entre homens e mulheres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Já imaginaram um mundo que fosse todo preto e branco? Em que todos tivessem a mesma opinião? A mesma crença? Os mesmos valores? Os mesmos gostos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Se assim fosse, durante a noite em vez de contarmos carneiros estaríamos a contar seres humanos (independentemente das noites correrem bem melhor quando sonhámos com um).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-2701623697701957727?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2701623697701957727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=2701623697701957727&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2701623697701957727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2701623697701957727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/conexoes.html' title='Conexões...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7z2ty-_bW8s/Twb--7Hf8RI/AAAAAAAAEiU/zzqgYCRCrMA/s72-c/384155_10150409879458360_290539813359_8272124_1140148740_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3761102503991097478</id><published>2012-01-06T09:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-06T09:55:21.790Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Para Relaxar'/><title type='text'>Agora imaginem as noites ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkvEVq9eoPQ/TwbE9MZLZNI/AAAAAAAAEiM/Hez5vo1SEuA/s1600/132581429939.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="272" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkvEVq9eoPQ/TwbE9MZLZNI/AAAAAAAAEiM/Hez5vo1SEuA/s400/132581429939.jpg" width="400" /&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/1363299328310652248-3761102503991097478?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3761102503991097478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3761102503991097478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3761102503991097478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3761102503991097478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/agora-imaginem-as-noites.html' title='Agora imaginem as noites ...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QkvEVq9eoPQ/TwbE9MZLZNI/AAAAAAAAEiM/Hez5vo1SEuA/s72-c/132581429939.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-6278400189281258638</id><published>2012-01-05T18:06:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:10:59.452Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade; Pensamentos; As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Porque hoje me apetece dizer isto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKf2NZysi0/TwXloxMi0YI/AAAAAAAAEiE/0GaPvya_Vpk/s1600/mulher%252Bnua_j.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKf2NZysi0/TwXloxMi0YI/AAAAAAAAEiE/0GaPvya_Vpk/s320/mulher%252Bnua_j.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Quando se ama, não esquece.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando se importa, não abandona.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E quando quer, não desiste."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;A contrario sensu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E venham com as desculpas que bem entenderem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;A música? De alguém que eu gosto de ouvir. Infelizmente é mais conhecido por ser marido de quem é quando merecia ser reconhecido pelo seu próprio talento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/B-oKxpQrRY4" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-6278400189281258638?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/6278400189281258638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=6278400189281258638&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6278400189281258638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6278400189281258638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque-hoje-me-apetece-dizer-isto.html' title='Porque hoje me apetece dizer isto...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tKf2NZysi0/TwXloxMi0YI/AAAAAAAAEiE/0GaPvya_Vpk/s72-c/mulher%252Bnua_j.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4186616364842186691</id><published>2012-01-05T10:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-05T10:02:06.505Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade; Pensamentos; As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dos outros'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Do que não entendo nas relações - Parte II - A moldagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFkmAUGoLbY/TwVzXRkevjI/AAAAAAAAEh4/8TOGBXnBnpE/s1600/molde_cortar_galletas_puzzle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFkmAUGoLbY/TwVzXRkevjI/AAAAAAAAEh4/8TOGBXnBnpE/s1600/molde_cortar_galletas_puzzle.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou a tentativa de fazer do outro a pessoa que queremos e/ou idealizamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ou, ainda, de "transformar" o outro à nossa imagem e semelhança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Se é verdade que numa relação saudável não nos devemos acomodar pois tal postura acaba&amp;nbsp;por desgastar uma relação, não consigo entender como é que alguém pensa que é possível moldar o(a) companheiro (a) usando, (e abusando), das reclamações/exigências. Muito(a)s chegam mesmo a utilizar a famigerada “chantagem psicológica”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O(a) nosso (a) companheiro (a) pode ter atitudes e/ou comportamentos que nos incomodam. Sendo que o inverso também é verdadeiro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é menos verdade que todos devemos fazer um esforço no sentido de evitar comportamentos que, sabemos, afectam a outra parte. Mas não tenhamos a veleidade de pensar que todas as mudanças são fáceis. Não são. Mais, ainda, algumas delas podem nunca ocorrer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como alguém disse, “não se muda de ideia de um dia para o outro, e nem porque a outra pessoa precisa”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Numa relação saudável há que conversar dizendo claramente que aquele comportamento nos incomoda e se é possível a outra parte fazer um esforço no sentido de mudar. Pode ser que seja possível a mudança e então há que dar tempo. Não sendo possível apenas duas soluções subsistem: ou aceitamos o(a) outro(a) como é, ou terminámos a relação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Não existem os “Sir’s Lancelot’s” nem as “Dulcineias”. O mundo da fantasia pode ser doce, romântico, idílico e intemporal. O mundo real é composto por pessoas individuais com gostos e personalidades diferentes e que só mudam quanto acreditam que a mudança pode ser positiva para eles. Ainda não inventaram, (e ainda bem), uma máquina de moldes humanos universal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais a mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Gostamos de alguém porque; amamos alguém apesar de. "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: navy; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;(Henri de Montherland)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XmSdTa9kaiQ" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4186616364842186691?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4186616364842186691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4186616364842186691&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4186616364842186691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4186616364842186691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-que-nao-entendo-nas-relacoes-parte_05.html' title='Do que não entendo nas relações - Parte II - A moldagem'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FFkmAUGoLbY/TwVzXRkevjI/AAAAAAAAEh4/8TOGBXnBnpE/s72-c/molde_cortar_galletas_puzzle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8561424135189337667</id><published>2012-01-04T18:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:04:56.782Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulher gorda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mulheres'/><title type='text'>Conversa de trintonas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LKcJycyM4Q/TwSS0VY9myI/AAAAAAAAEhs/VU0gKqBI4FQ/s1600/1325617096904.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="147" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LKcJycyM4Q/TwSS0VY9myI/AAAAAAAAEhs/VU0gKqBI4FQ/s400/1325617096904.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É que desde o início do ano só ouço trintonas a&amp;nbsp;lamentarem-se que aumentaram de peso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Deve ser mesmo um problema de idade. É que eu não aumentei uma grama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Cá entre nós, estou convencida que o motivo é outro. É que, de uma maneira geral, as trintonas gostam de passar o Natal&amp;nbsp;em casa dos pais&amp;nbsp;e pouco ou nada têm que fazer. Já&amp;nbsp;as quarentonas recebem a "famelga" toda em casa e têm que trabalhar que nem umas doidas).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E fiquem com a música que me está a fazer companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RIZdjT1472Y" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8561424135189337667?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8561424135189337667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8561424135189337667&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8561424135189337667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8561424135189337667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/conversa-de-trintonas.html' title='Conversa de trintonas...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0LKcJycyM4Q/TwSS0VY9myI/AAAAAAAAEhs/VU0gKqBI4FQ/s72-c/1325617096904.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1295984046241354933</id><published>2012-01-04T10:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:08:58.040Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade'/><title type='text'>Conversa de quarentonas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Ni, estás livre no dia 14?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Estou. Porquê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Queria convidar-te para uma noite de gajas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Espera aí...noite de gajas? O que tens em mente? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Vamos jantar as duas e depois assistimos ao espectáculo do Jorge Palma. Vai ser cá uma noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;(Pausa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Para ti noite de gajas é isso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;- Esquece. Mas não digas a ninguém que vais ter uma noite de gajas. Diz que vais sair com uma amiga.&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/1363299328310652248-1295984046241354933?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1295984046241354933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1295984046241354933&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1295984046241354933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1295984046241354933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/conversa-de-quarentonas.html' title='Conversa de quarentonas...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-582248472903089457</id><published>2012-01-03T18:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T18:03:04.489Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas dos outros'/><title type='text'>Porque é importante parar para pensar quando falámos com alguém...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--y7OZ6YeeOE/TwNCaxenSVI/AAAAAAAAEhg/8Dr3TRQFaFc/s1600/132508648236.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="396" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--y7OZ6YeeOE/TwNCaxenSVI/AAAAAAAAEhg/8Dr3TRQFaFc/s400/132508648236.jpg" width="400" /&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/1363299328310652248-582248472903089457?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/582248472903089457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=582248472903089457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/582248472903089457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/582248472903089457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/porque-e-importante-parar-para-pensar.html' title='Porque é importante parar para pensar quando falámos com alguém...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--y7OZ6YeeOE/TwNCaxenSVI/AAAAAAAAEhg/8Dr3TRQFaFc/s72-c/132508648236.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5983028751280510455</id><published>2012-01-03T09:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T09:57:13.925Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade; Pensamentos; As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade; Coisas dos outros'/><title type='text'>Do que não entendo nas relações - Parte I - A anulação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE9dbodJ5p0/TwLQZeDYGfI/AAAAAAAAEhU/kXpXeskARpM/s1600/ausencia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rea="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE9dbodJ5p0/TwLQZeDYGfI/AAAAAAAAEhU/kXpXeskARpM/s1600/ausencia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou subserviência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Ou como alguém pode pensar que será feliz se esquecer que é um ser único. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Que será feliz se deixar de lado os seus gostos pessoais, os seus amigos, os seus sonhos, só porque o (a) companheiro (a) assim o exige. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Que é capaz de controlar a situação porque se colocou nela de forma consciente, quiçá por algum sentimento de culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada um de nós tem&amp;nbsp;sentimentos, emoções, valores. Cada um de nós tem a sua forma de demonstrar e partilhar os seus afectos. É essa a nossa essência. A nossa natureza. A nossa marca. Anularmos a nossa forma de ser e de estar é destruir o nosso equilíbrio emocional. E destruir o nosso equilíbrio emocional é destruir qualquer hipótese de manter uma relação saudável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É que, das duas uma: ou se anula por completo e deixa de viver para passar a ser uma marioneta nas mãos de alguém, ou se revolta mais tarde ou mais cedo. O problema é que quando se revolta tarde de mais pouco ou nada há que salvar de uma relação que nunca o foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E nunca foi porque uma relação saudável sobrevive da reciprocidade, da cumplicidade, da união entre duas pessoas individuais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Quando assim não é, apenas nos estamos a enganar a nós próprios e a adiar o inevitável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Deixo-vos com um tema que nos anos 80 foi um hino à luta travada pelas mulheres do Chile. A internet quase que não era utilizada entre nós. Os telemóveis estavam nas nãos de mai dúzia de pessoas. A rádio era a grande mensageira das causas. E eu tive o privilégio de participar nesta causa. E daquele pequeno estúdio com pouco mais de 6 metros quadrados, o movimento iniciado por algumas ONG'S ganhou força entre nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MS_bN5ECJTI" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5983028751280510455?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5983028751280510455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5983028751280510455&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5983028751280510455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5983028751280510455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/dos-que-nao-entendo-nas-relacoes-parte.html' title='Do que não entendo nas relações - Parte I - A anulação'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gE9dbodJ5p0/TwLQZeDYGfI/AAAAAAAAEhU/kXpXeskARpM/s72-c/ausencia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-2032190539598360581</id><published>2012-01-02T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:31:16.982Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Afectos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos; As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>1º Pensamento de 2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu não me importo se você é,negro, branco, hétero, bissexual, gay, lésbica, baixo, alto, gordo, magro, rico ou pobre. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se você for gentil comigo, eu serei gentil com você. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Simples assim."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;É mesmo simples.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/D4hAVemuQXY" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-2032190539598360581?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2032190539598360581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=2032190539598360581&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2032190539598360581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2032190539598360581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/1-pensamento-de-2012.html' title='1º Pensamento de 2012'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/D4hAVemuQXY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4282522039800687005</id><published>2012-01-01T19:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-01T19:07:20.014Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>O primeiro de 2012...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde há muito tempo que não passava o ano em casa de amigos. Gosto de estar nesta época na "minha ilha".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas acabou por ser um bom fim-de-semana. A noitada terminou por volta das 4 da manhã com um passeio na areia mesmo junto ao mar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Como não consegui adormecer quando todos acordaram já estava tudo preparado para...voltar à mesa. Acreditem, não consigo entender como é que conseguimos ingerir "tamanha" quantidade de comida. Arre...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não fosse o facto do meu maridinho ter que levar a filha mais velha às Caldas da Rainha&amp;nbsp; e ainda estaríamos a contribuir para a taxa de obesidade mundial.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E não me perguntem como é que amanhã vou conseguir enfrentar o meu primeiro dia de trabalho de 2012.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4282522039800687005?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4282522039800687005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4282522039800687005&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4282522039800687005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4282522039800687005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-primeiro-de-2012.html' title='O primeiro de 2012...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-132517027477024938</id><published>2011-12-31T05:00:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T05:00:10.615Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>O Novo Ano...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Que planos tenho para 2012? Nenhum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que vou pedir para 2012? Saúde e força para enfrentar os desafios da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma coisa que aprendi no ano que hoje finda é que sempre que faço planos eles não se concretizam. Sempre que desejo algo e luto por isso, algo ou alguém impede que o meu desejo se concretize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que foi para mim 2011?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Em 2011, e em termos profissionais, tive que deixar de fazer o que mais gostava e encetar novas funções. Vi deixarem "cair" o trabalho ao qual dediquei cinco anos da minha vida de forma intensa. E perdi colegas de trabalho. Alguns deles muito novos ( A. tenho imensas saudades do teu sorriso amável e sincero. Terás sempre um lugar especial na minha memória).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Perdi um amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lutei e venci uma pequena batalha com um tumor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Revivi o sonho da rádio graças ao meu querido Confuskos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Conheci jovens excepcionais graças à S*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha família continua unida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que desejo para 2012? Viver um dia de cada vez e enfrentar diariamente os desafios que a vida me vai colocando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O que desejo para vocês? Que lutem por aquilo em que acreditam. Que não desistam perante as adversidades da vida. Que privilegiem os afectos. Uma palavra amiga, um sorriso cúmplice, um olhar terno, um abraço, fazem milagres e, na maioria das vezes, são bem mais importantes do que qualquer bem material. Que sejam vocês próprios. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um bom 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-132517027477024938?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/132517027477024938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=132517027477024938&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/132517027477024938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/132517027477024938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-novo-ano.html' title='O Novo Ano...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-2124359985384239374</id><published>2011-12-31T00:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-31T00:02:00.659Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astros e afins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><title type='text'>Previsão para 2012 para o Signo Peixes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E, finalmente, o signo mais importante do Zodíaco, ou não fosse Peixes o meu signo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Pena é que não acredite que vá acontecer o que &lt;u style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/comportamento/previsoes-para-os-signos-em-2012-peixes/n1597401682674.html?tema=peixes"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/u&gt;diz. Mas, para quem acredita, aqui ficam as previsões:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv8hiQ5siu0/Tv5NXpa55vI/AAAAAAAAEhI/BwQMmbTBEqk/s1600/peixes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv8hiQ5siu0/Tv5NXpa55vI/AAAAAAAAEhI/BwQMmbTBEqk/s1600/peixes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peixes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascidos entre 21/02 e 20/03&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"Amor e sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Finalmente os piscianos vão conseguir entender os sinais que Netuno, o  regente do seu signo, enviou no passado, quando, pela primeira vez  depois de 184 anos, entrou na sua própria casa. No ano passado, a visita  só durou quatro meses (entre abril e junho), mas em 2012 ele vai se  instalar e permanecer por lá até 2025. Isso significa que durante os  próximos 13 anos os piscianos vão saber muito melhor quem eles são, o  que vieram fazer neste planeta e, por consequência, que tipo de  companheiro ou companheira querem encontrar. Para isso vão contar com a  ajuda de Marte, o deus da guerra e dos desejos individuais, em movimento  retrógrado na casa das parcerias e de todas as relações estáveis. Se  ele estivesse sozinho, poderia provocar um desastre, mas como está em  harmonia com Plutão, Vênus e Júpiter, representa apenas um aviso de que  vai ser outra pessoa que vai apontar o caminho da felicidade. E que os  piscianos vão seguir “como encantados ao seu lado.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Carreira e negócios &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; A magia que vai envolver a vida pessoal dos piscianos também vai  interferir na vida profissional.  Num ano regido pela Lua, que comanda a  casa dos desafios pessoais e confiantes por causa da presença Netuno no  próprio signo eles vão conseguir fazer as mudanças que Urano, desde  2009 na casa relacionada com a maneira como se ganha dinheiro, está  pedindo.  O mesmo Marte que pode trazer um novo amor pode trazer um novo  sócio muito mais crítico e realista do que os filhos de Netuno em geral  são. No princípio pode ser meio difícil de aturar, mas depois eles vão  perceber que pode ser muito bom ter um parceiro com os pés solidamente  plantados no chão. De qualquer forma, as coisas vão ficar muito mais  claras depois de outubro quando Saturno entrar na casa das grandes  viagens.  Só aí eles vão saber para onde o deus do mar está conduzindo o  barco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saúde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; O ano começa com a Lua em Netuno no seu próprio signo e os piscianos vão  perceber até onde a sua vitalidade e a sua energia dependem deles  estarem mais ou menos felizes e da existência de um bom sentido de  adequação. Dito de outra forma: se eles estão infelizes ou sentem que  não estão fazendo aquilo que nasceram para fazer, a saúde balança  imediatamente. A extrema sensibilidade que muitas vezes conduz a um  quadro de alergias, principalmente respiratórias, vai continuar forte,  mas é bem provável que eles encontrem um bom médico capaz de decifrar os  sintomas confusos que às vezes levam a erros de diagnóstico. Os três  eclipses que vão acontecer no eixo que une Gêmeos e Sagitário podem  interferir na saúde. Não é para se apavorar, mas sim para fazer os  exames que precisam ser feitos e cuidar da prevenção das doenças que  podem ser evitadas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/1363299328310652248-2124359985384239374?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/2124359985384239374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=2124359985384239374&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2124359985384239374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/2124359985384239374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/previsao-para-2012-para-o-signo-peixes.html' title='Previsão para 2012 para o Signo Peixes...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv8hiQ5siu0/Tv5NXpa55vI/AAAAAAAAEhI/BwQMmbTBEqk/s72-c/peixes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7971998546828643333</id><published>2011-12-30T15:31:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T23:41:54.461Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astros e afins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><title type='text'>Previsão para 2012 para o Signo Capricórnio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora muito bem. Amanhã termina o ano e faltam apenas as previsões para dois signos: Capricórnio e, o mais importante, Peixes. Hoje vamos até ao signo do "menino" que me atura há quase 25 anos e amanhã terminamos o ano em beleza com o meu signo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Uma coisa é certa: é bom que os "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/comportamento/previsoes-para-os-signos-em-2012-capricornio/n1597401670676.html?tema=capricornio" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;ditos cujos&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;" tenham razão quanto às previsões para o Capricórnio em matéria de amor porque a ser verdade eu é que saio beneficiada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQPNVPK7f90/Tv2_Uv61-kI/AAAAAAAAEg8/rllbmIXtuO8/s1600/capr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQPNVPK7f90/Tv2_Uv61-kI/AAAAAAAAEg8/rllbmIXtuO8/s1600/capr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capricórnio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nascidos entre 22/12 e 20/01&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Amor e Sexo &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bela conjunção entre Vênus e Júpiter no signo de Touro que vai estar  no céu do ano-novo astrológico é uma promessa de inúmeras possibilidades  afetivas em 2012. O único problema é que Júpiter às vezes gosta de se  divertir trazendo mais de uma pessoa ao mesmo tempo. Isso pode ser  divertido se for encarado com bom humor, mas atrapalha um pouco o desejo  de compromisso desses filhos de Saturno que estão mais voluntariosos do  que nunca desde que Plutão começou a passear neste signo.   Como esse  ano é regido pela Lua e o signo de Câncer colore a casa dos  relacionamentos estáveis dos capricornianos essa área vai estar  envolvida por uma áurea de romantismo e pode merecer tanto poesias como  lindas declarações de amor criadas por Netuno na casa da comunicação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carreira e trabalho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida profissional dos capricornianos continua se ressentindo da crise  que começou em 2008 e que atingiu pessoalmente os nativos deste signo.  Este ano, que começa com Júpiter e Vênus na casa dos desafios pessoais e  Marte na casa dos estudos superiores e das grandes viagens, o céu pode  oferecer um recomeço através de um curso de aprimoramento profissional  ou de um contato com pessoas ou firmas de fora do país.    A entrada de  Netuno na casa da comunicação interfere nesses contatos e alivia a  confusão que estava instalada na casa onde se decide como e onde ganhar  dinheiro. O panorama deve mudar em outubro quando Saturno entrar no  signo de Escorpião e começar a exigir uma reformulação na maneira como  os capricornianos participam das questões sociais  e, por consequência,  nos seus projetos de longo prazo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saúde &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com Plutão no seu próprio signo, numa casa que se relaciona com a  vitalidade e com o corpo físico, os capricornianos ainda estão tendo que  lidar com os efeitos da passagem de Saturno pelo signo de Libra que  aumentou muito a sensibilidade dos rins e, por causa da oposição com  Urano, pode ter provocado problemas com a pressão arterial. Depois de  outubro essa tensão tende a desaparecer, mas como Mercúrio, o planeta  que rege a casa da saúde, começa o ano aparentemente andando para trás e  muito perto de Urano eles podem ter que lidar com a volta de algum  problema antigo que parecia resolvido. Com a entrada de Netuno no signo  de Peixes esse problemas podem atingir a área respiratória ou serem  ligados a algum tipo de alergia. Com a última quadratura exata entre  Plutão e Urano, este pode ser o momento certo para parar de fumar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7971998546828643333?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7971998546828643333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7971998546828643333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7971998546828643333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7971998546828643333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/ora-muito-bem.html' title='Previsão para 2012 para o Signo Capricórnio...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QQPNVPK7f90/Tv2_Uv61-kI/AAAAAAAAEg8/rllbmIXtuO8/s72-c/capr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7934366989134091402</id><published>2011-12-30T14:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:11:00.745Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sociedade'/><title type='text'>Vá lá..no final do ano vamos todos dedicar uma música à Troika...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Afinal, eles foram os nossos chefes no ano que está a terminar e vão mandar em nós mais alguns anitos. E convém agradar ao chefe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="157" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/e22P3bhYlzM" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7934366989134091402?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7934366989134091402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7934366989134091402&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7934366989134091402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7934366989134091402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/va-lano-final-do-ano-vamos-todos.html' title='Vá lá..no final do ano vamos todos dedicar uma música à Troika...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/e22P3bhYlzM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8676621575516740811</id><published>2011-12-30T11:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T11:16:18.193Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amizade; 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mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0cm; mso-para-margin-right:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Já foi dito que o tempo cura todas as feridas... Não concordo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A ferida continua.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Com o tempo, a mente se protege da insanidade&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; cobrindo a ferida com cicatrizes,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; e a dor diminui, mas nunca desaparece."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Rose Kennedy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E, de quando em vez, a cicatriz abre e infecta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; Custa fazer o curativo? Claro que custa. Só de imaginar tirar o adesivo que cobre a "cicatriz aberta" dá-nos um calafrio pela espinha acima. E depois há infecções mais graves do que outras. Até há quem defenda que a ferida cura mais rápido se estiver livre de pensos e afins.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas deixar a ferida aberta para se curar é só para os corajosos (entenda-se, aqueles que não têm medo de viver).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas se acreditamos que a vida não é amiga de quem prescinde de lutar por aquilo em que  acredita e que não perdoa àqueles que se mantêm fechados no passado, então o melhor é mesmo deixar a ferida aberta e ao ar livre e o melhor tratamento seja mesmo pensar que só se vive uma vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LxrUkFQHYpg" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8676621575516740811?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8676621575516740811/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8676621575516740811&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8676621575516740811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8676621575516740811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/solo-se-vive-una-vez.html' title='Solo se vive una vez...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LxrUkFQHYpg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3897396661440165570</id><published>2011-12-29T22:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T22:40:28.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Homens e Mulheres'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sociedade; Coisas dos outros'/><title type='text'>As verdades vêm sempre ao de cima...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOnKBd2DKZk/Tvzr8azOOSI/AAAAAAAAEgw/7BSDw53Yu5U/s1600/zzz+zvelhinhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOnKBd2DKZk/Tvzr8azOOSI/AAAAAAAAEgw/7BSDw53Yu5U/s320/zzz+zvelhinhos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou como nunca se deve guardar provas de infidelidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou, ainda, como uma infidelidade ocorrida há setenta anos ainda faz mossa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A história pode-se resumir assim:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O António, com a bonita idade de 99 anos, ao remexer nuns velhos "baús", descobre que a sua "amada" há 77 anos, a Rosa que já conta com 96 anos, o traiu no longínquo ano de 1940.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Vai daí...bate um record e entra na história como sendo o casal mais velho do mundo a pedir o divórcio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Se quiserem ler a notícia na íntegra podem ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sol.sapo.pt/inicio/Vida/Interior.aspx?content_id=37426" style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-3897396661440165570?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3897396661440165570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3897396661440165570&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3897396661440165570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3897396661440165570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/as-verdades-vem-sempre-ao-de-cima.html' title='As verdades vêm sempre ao de cima...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fOnKBd2DKZk/Tvzr8azOOSI/AAAAAAAAEgw/7BSDw53Yu5U/s72-c/zzz+zvelhinhos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1092783625995860997</id><published>2011-12-29T14:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T14:39:55.801Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astros e afins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><title type='text'>Previsões para 2012 para os que pertencem ao signo de Sagitário...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tal a que pertence a minha filhota mais velha. E se os &lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/comportamento/previsoes-para-os-signos-em-2012-sagitario/n1597401669070.html?tema=sagitario"&gt;iluminados&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;tiverem razão, o "arqueiro" conseguiu atingir a troika com o seu &lt;span class="cinzabemescuro11"&gt;arco e flecha. Só é pena que não a tenha mandado para um sítio longínquo e inacessível. Mas isso são outras histórias.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-rvydmnmPc/TvxIpNXlPSI/AAAAAAAAEgk/eLo2DcDy8HY/s1600/481919.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-rvydmnmPc/TvxIpNXlPSI/AAAAAAAAEgk/eLo2DcDy8HY/s1600/481919.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sagitário&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nascidos entre 22/11 e 21/12&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;" Amor e sexo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num ano que começa com Júpiter, o regente do signo em conjunção com  Vênus, o mínimo que os sagitarianos podem esperar é um grande amor.  Com  Urano definitivamente instalado na casa dos romances, o céu promete  muitas novidades, mas não necessariamente relações muito estáveis ou  duradouras. Como a Lua, regente da casa e ligada à sexualidade, também é  a regente do ano essa área será movimentada, mas vai passar por muitas  oscilações. A conjunção entre a Lua e Netuno no signo de Peixes adora  amores platônicos e cai na casa da família e dos sentimentos que esse  ano vão estar envoltos numa névoa de sonho e encantamento. Tudo isso  pode falar de expectativas exageradas e de uma tendência forte para a  ilusão, mas todos os grandes amores não são formados exatamente desse  material?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carreira e trabalho &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se em relação à vida amorosa, os sagitarianos vão viver um ano prá lá de  romântico, na vida profissional eles vão estar muito realistas e se  beneficiarão muito do grande triângulo dos signos de terra que vai estar  no céu na noite do ano-novo. A harmonia entre Marte e Plutão promete um  forte desejo de conquista e de afirmação pessoal no trabalho enquanto  Vênus e Júpiter vão multiplicar as oportunidades nesta área.  Os  problemas podem ser provocados pelo excesso de audácia de Urano no signo  de Áries ou por uma tendência a acumular mais tarefas do que é  possível, ou aconselhável, assumir. Mesmo assim, se eles aparecerem, a  boa sorte de Júpiter e de Vênus vai se manifestar e salvar a pátria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saúde &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é uma grande vantagem para a vida profissional pode ser um  problema para a saúde dos sagitarianos que podem se ressentir do  estresse provocado pelo excesso de trabalho. É verdade que eles estão  “protegidos” pela boa posição de Júpiter, o regente do signo, no momento  do ano-novo, mas o sentimento de onipotência e a auto indulgência do  pai de todos os deuses pode agravar uma tendência antiga para o  sedentarismo e para os excessos alimentares. É verdade que a harmonia  com Marte em Virgem e com Plutão em Capricórnio pode funcionar como um  excelente antídoto para preguiça e para a gula. De qualquer forma, é bom  prestar atenção ao fígado, que é a parte do corpo regida pelo signo de  Sagitário."  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1092783625995860997?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1092783625995860997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1092783625995860997&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1092783625995860997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1092783625995860997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/previsoes-para-2012-para-os-que.html' title='Previsões para 2012 para os que pertencem ao signo de Sagitário...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y-rvydmnmPc/TvxIpNXlPSI/AAAAAAAAEgk/eLo2DcDy8HY/s72-c/481919.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-7931438476931914230</id><published>2011-12-29T10:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-29T10:50:40.071Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Desapareceste?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não. É mesmo falta de inspiração para escrever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é que não tivesse vontade de "desaparecer" por uns dias para um local estar junto ao mar, sozinha, a ouvir música e a ler um bom livro.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas como tal não é possível limito-me a dar um tratamento aos músculos ao arrastar móveis de um lado para o outro (para depois ficarem onde estavam), a tirar coisas das gavetas (para depois as colocar de novo). E isto enquanto vou espreitando para os canais Hollywood e AXN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; Típico de quem se lembra de tirar férias...para ficar em casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ryNwSfFa16I" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-7931438476931914230?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/7931438476931914230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=7931438476931914230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7931438476931914230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/7931438476931914230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/desapareceste.html' title='Desapareceste?'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/ryNwSfFa16I/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3685194138164506829</id><published>2011-12-27T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:49:05.181Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Rescaldo e o que se segue...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Rescaldo do Natal? Bom, muito trabalho,como sempre, mas tive amigos e familiares em minha casa como gosto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Não tive muitas prendas mas também não é o mais importante. O meu parceiro decidiu-me dar uma prenda que, imaginem, ora vou encontrar no quarto da minha filha mais velha, ora no da mais nova, ora no meu quarto...nas mãos de quem me ofereceu. Bem me parecia que o I-PAD tinha outros destinatários que não a "je".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Este Natal também serviu para levar um valente "pontapé" de alguém de quem não esperava mas, verdade seja dita, ninguém me manda ser ingénua.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Desde o século passado, (já podemos afirmar tal), que tiro sempre férias nesta altura para rumar à minha "ilha" para descansar uns dias e comemorar da melhor forma a entrada do novo ano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Este ano, quase em cima do acontecimento, decidimos não ir. Resultado: estou em casa a...fazer mudanças. É que não consigo estar deitada num sofá&amp;nbsp; a ler ou a ver televisão durante muito tempo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;O fim-de-ano será passado em casa de um casal amigo bem junto ao mar como um bom "peixe" gosta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amanhã será tempo de tratar da festa surpresa para o meu companheiro há quase 25 anos e que amanhã faz anos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Era assim que planeava terminar o ano? Nem de longe, nem de perto. Mas podia ser bem pior.&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/1363299328310652248-3685194138164506829?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3685194138164506829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3685194138164506829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3685194138164506829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3685194138164506829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/rescaldo-e-o-que-se-segue.html' title='Rescaldo e o que se segue...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1327590569199065299</id><published>2011-12-26T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-26T20:59:48.583Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astros e afins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><title type='text'>Previsões para 2012 para o signo Escorpião...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E depois de um curto interregno continuamos a nossa viagem pelos signos do Zodíaco e as previsões que os entendidos garantem que vão ser realidade. Se não se concretizarem, já sabem onde &lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/comportamento/previsoes-para-os-signos-em-2012-escorpiao/n1597401668549.html?tema=escorpiao"&gt;reclamar. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8FbBRminVs/TvjgLf6BxxI/AAAAAAAAEgY/jUdyP0ptw34/s1600/escorp.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8FbBRminVs/TvjgLf6BxxI/AAAAAAAAEgY/jUdyP0ptw34/s1600/escorp.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escorpião&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascidos entre 23/10 e 22/11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Amor e sexo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Com Netuno na casa dos romances e Júpiter e Vênus começando o ano juntos  na casa dos relacionamentos estáveis, os filhos de Escorpião vão viver  um ano super movimentado. As oportunidades afetivas vão se multiplicar e  uma delas pode ser a que vai durar muito tempo e atender a todos os  sonhos e expectativas de quem nasceu neste signo. O único problema é que  estes sonhos e expectativas podem crescer tanto que dificilmente  poderão ser atendidas por um ser humano. As coisas só vão se definir em  outubro, quando Saturno, o planeta que sempre nos põe em contato com a  realidade, entrar em Escorpião. De qualquer maneira, até lá, vai dar  para brincar e se divertir muito. Aproveite porque, quando Saturno  chegar vai estar na hora de assumir ou romper um compromisso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carreira e trabalho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesma conjunção entre Júpiter e Vênus no signo de Touro que vai  movimentar a vida afetiva dos escorpianos também vai atuar na vida  profissional oferecendo novos contratos, novos sócios e a perspectiva de  muitos lucros já que Júpiter rege o signo de Sagitário que colore a  casa relacionada aos ganhos individuais. Além disso, Plutão e Marte  também em signos de terra falam de novas escolhas e novos projetos muito  bem sucedidos. Como se isso não bastasse, Urano na casa da rotina do  cotidiano continua provocando reviravoltas e exigindo uma renovação  radical dessa área da vida. O único problema está numa tendência para  avaliar mal a própria capacidade que vai ser provocado pela entrada de  Netuno na casa dos desafios pessoais. Resumindo: o ano vai ser muito  positivo, mas antes de se meter numa atividade de risco é melhor ouvir  os parceiros e consultar um bom advogado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Saúde &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os órgãos ligados à reprodução e à eliminação, que são os mais sensíveis  do corpo dos que nasceram em Escorpião, vão estar em evidência nesse  ano regido pela Lua. As reações emocionais, que sempre interferem nessa  área, vão ser muito fortes e podem se manifestar no corpo. Tanto para o  bem, como para o mal. A extraordinária sensibilidade da Lua em Peixes em  conjunção com Netuno, que vai estar no céu no ano novo astrológico,  pode aumentar a vulnerabilidade a todas as formas de intoxicação. Por  isso, vai ser necessário dar uma importância maior e ter um cuidado  especial com a alimentação. A presença de Urano na casa da saúde vai  ajudar muito quem estiver disposto a se livrar de dependências ou  hábitos prejudiciais.  De qualquer forma, se alguma coisa acontecer, a  harmonia entre Marte e Plutão oferece muita força de vontade e Júpiter  vai se encarregar de trazer bons médicos. Mas eles vão ser mais  necessários depois de outubro quando Saturno entrar nesse signo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1327590569199065299?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1327590569199065299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1327590569199065299&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1327590569199065299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1327590569199065299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/previsoes-para-2012-para-o-signo.html' title='Previsões para 2012 para o signo Escorpião...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8FbBRminVs/TvjgLf6BxxI/AAAAAAAAEgY/jUdyP0ptw34/s72-c/escorp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-5405564183272142942</id><published>2011-12-25T22:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:03:42.613Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;E depois destes dois dias apenas quero descansar....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Um dos meus maiores prazeres é ter a minha casa cheia de gente. Mas quem me conhece sabe que na cozinha só entro eu.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;Resultado: só me quero deitar e tentar ter uma boa noite de sono que foi coisa a que não tive direito a noite anterior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-5405564183272142942?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/5405564183272142942/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=5405564183272142942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5405564183272142942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/5405564183272142942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/blog-post_25.html' title='....'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-6702774326473143304</id><published>2011-12-23T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T22:17:40.303Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astros e afins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><title type='text'>Previsões para 2012 do signo Balança....</title><content type='html'>Chegámos ao signo dos "equilibrados". Como sempre, as previsões residem &lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/comportamento/previsoes-para-os-signos-em-2012-libra/n1597401601320.html?tema=libra"&gt;&lt;u style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;aqui&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIRFcTv9uQk/TvT988NMhII/AAAAAAAAEgM/rxSr9jXmRKE/s1600/481917.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIRFcTv9uQk/TvT988NMhII/AAAAAAAAEgM/rxSr9jXmRKE/s1600/481917.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Balança&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascidos entre 23/09 e 22/10&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amor e Sexo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Até outubro, os librianos ainda terão que lidar com a insegurança que se  instalou na vida deles desde o final de 2009, quando Saturno entrou no  seu signo.  Uma insegurança agravada pela presença de Plutão na casa dos  sentimentos e das relações com a família.  Mas, apesar do medo de  mudar, a vida vai oferecer aos librianos oportunidades raras de  parcerias e de encontros profundos e transformadores já que Vênus, o  planeta regente de Libra, começa o ano em Touro, signo onde também está  no seu trono, em conjunção com Júpiter, o mais benéfico de todos os  planetas. No céu dos librianos, Touro rege a casa da sexualidade, das  crises e de todas as transformações irreversíveis. Pode ser que depois  de outubro eles consigam finalmente aceitar a revolução afetiva que  Urano está lhes propondo desde o começo de 2010.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carreira e trabalho&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A conjunção entre Vênus e Júpiter no signo de Touro é  extraordinariamente benéfica para a vida profissional dos librianos.  Este ano pode trazer convites inesperados ou propostas de sociedade  altamente lucrativas. O problema maior está na entrada definitiva de  Netuno no signo de Peixes que vai aumentar ainda mais a tendência que os  nativos de Libra têm de assumir mais tarefas do que dão conta e a  desorganizar ainda mais um cotidiano que já é naturalmente um pouco  caótico. Isso só não vai ser problema para quem trabalha com qualquer  tipo de arte. Para estes, Netuno vai representar apenas uma inundação de  inspiração no trabalho cotidiano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saúde&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A já naturalmente delicada saúde dos librianos vai ficar ainda mais  sensível. Por isso, merece cuidados especiais, principalmente em relação  aos rins que são a área do corpo regida por este signo. Com Netuno  entrando na casa da saúde, que é a casa que ele mesmo rege, a  sensibilidade para todos os tipos de intoxicação vai ficar ainda maior.  Ao mesmo tempo a presença de Netuno pode trazer curas quase milagrosas  para os problemas que podem ter surgido quando Saturno entrou nesse  signo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&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/1363299328310652248-6702774326473143304?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/6702774326473143304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=6702774326473143304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6702774326473143304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/6702774326473143304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/previsoes-para-2012-do-signo-balanca.html' title='Previsões para 2012 do signo Balança....'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIRFcTv9uQk/TvT988NMhII/AAAAAAAAEgM/rxSr9jXmRKE/s72-c/481917.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-4401488359119095703</id><published>2011-12-23T14:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T15:22:07.061Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='natal'/><title type='text'>Porque alguns de vós amanhã terão outros afazeres e não estarão nestas andanças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib5_XPtrHyA/TvSVjn9LONI/AAAAAAAAEgA/B7dy_TqYdhY/s1600/email_natal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="220" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib5_XPtrHyA/TvSVjn9LONI/AAAAAAAAEgA/B7dy_TqYdhY/s320/email_natal.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Como escrevi esta manhã, os conhecimentos, mesmo que virtuais, desenham linhas de união entre as pessoas. Umas linhas são mais fortes que outras e mesmo quando esticadas prevalecem firmes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo a todos um Feliz Natal, junto daqueles que são verdadeiramente importantes para cada um de vós, porque o Natal é, acima de tudo, a partilha dos momentos festivos com aqueles que fazem parte do nosso caminho e é o símbolo da importância da nossa partilha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O mundo dos afectos não é complicado e, no final, é bem mais gratificante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Aproveitem para dar um afecto, um carinho, um sorriso, um abraço. O Natal é, apenas e tão só, um reflexo do que verdadeiramente somos e o custo de "fugirmos" do que sentimos é quase sempre bastante elevado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-4401488359119095703?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/4401488359119095703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=4401488359119095703&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4401488359119095703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/4401488359119095703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/porque-alguns-de-vos-amanha-terao.html' title='Porque alguns de vós amanhã terão outros afazeres e não estarão nestas andanças...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ib5_XPtrHyA/TvSVjn9LONI/AAAAAAAAEgA/B7dy_TqYdhY/s72-c/email_natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-8876700937232480556</id><published>2011-12-23T09:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T09:37:55.488Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As Músicas Que Gosto De OuvirCoisas minhas'/><title type='text'>A minha prenda de Natal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFB5erF9cXg/TvRKrC1MiwI/AAAAAAAAEf0/W6TlFyKDncc/s1600/1324599697749.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFB5erF9cXg/TvRKrC1MiwI/AAAAAAAAEf0/W6TlFyKDncc/s400/1324599697749.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu serei um ícone da moda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="199" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5aw2yuYAKoE" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-8876700937232480556?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/8876700937232480556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=8876700937232480556&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8876700937232480556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/8876700937232480556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/minha-prenda-de-natal.html' title='A minha prenda de Natal...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-aFB5erF9cXg/TvRKrC1MiwI/AAAAAAAAEf0/W6TlFyKDncc/s72-c/1324599697749.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1499975658876658509</id><published>2011-12-22T20:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T20:39:10.841Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astros e afins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><title type='text'>Previsões para 2012 para quem é Virgem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;De signo, entenda-se. E por este andar nunca mais chega ao meu signo. Peixes tinha logo que ser o último do zodíaco. Mas, por aquilo que já li, cheira-me que no final de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;2012 vão ser muitas as reclamações para &lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/comportamento/previsoes-para-os-signos-em-2012-virgem/n1597401600885.html?tema=virgem"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29Dby9HoHhI/TvOVZTuaaBI/AAAAAAAAEfo/tRTbD1ZQ7RM/s1600/481916.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29Dby9HoHhI/TvOVZTuaaBI/AAAAAAAAEfo/tRTbD1ZQ7RM/s1600/481916.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Virgem&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nascidos entre 23/08 e 22/09&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Amor e sexo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Com Marte no seu signo desde o início até quase a metade do ano, os  virginianos estão mais audaciosos do que nunca.  O problema é que todo  esse entusiasmo vai bater de frente com a entrada de Netuno no signo de  Peixes, aquele que colore a casa dos relacionamentos estáveis. O  encantamento de Netuno desarma completamente a impulsividade e a crítica  cortante de Marte no signo de Virgem. Como Netuno vai permanecer nessa  casa pelos próximos 13 anos, os virginianos vão ter que se acostumar com  a ideia de que não vão ter nenhum controle sobre os parceiros atuais ou  sobre aqueles que a vida ainda vai lhes trazer. Mas se concordarem em  abrir mão voluntariamente do seu natural desejo de controle e  conseguirem superar a sua natureza desconfiada podem ser surpreendidos  pelos amores mais bonitos da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Carreira e trabalho&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o mês de outubro, quando Saturno sai do signo de Libra, os  virginianos ainda vão sentir os efeitos da passagem desse planeta pela  casa que registra a nossa relação com o mundo material. O mais  complicado desses efeitos é a insegurança a respeito do próprio talento  ou da capacidade de superar crises. Mas desde o final desse ano os  planetas em signos de terra estão trazendo coragem, determinação e  abrindo as portas de um mundo novo e novos horizontes na vida  profissional.  A questão mais complicada vai estar na área das parcerias  e sociedades. Com Netuno chegando por lá elas tanto podem ser a ruína  como a salvação. Vai ser preciso confiar nas boas intenções de Netuno no  seu próprio signo, mas pedir sempre a outra pessoa que reveja ou releia  todos os contratos que vão ser assinados.  Como diz a sabedoria  popular, vai ser preciso confiar desconfiando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Saúde &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a mudança de signo de Netuno pode trazer problemas na área das  parcerias e sociedades, vai representar, ao mesmo tempo, um alivio  enorme para a saúde dos virginianos.  De uma hora para outra pode  aparecer o diagnóstico correto para sintomas que vinham provocando muito  desconforto. Como Júpiter e Netuno, os dois regentes de Peixes, vão  estar muito bem no céu, os ganhos para a saúde serão muitos. O único  risco é a autoindulgência que pode levar a comer ou a beber mais do que o  bom senso recomenda. Com Mercúrio começando o ano entre o Sol e Urano  no signo de Áries esta também pode ser a hora de mudar radicalmente o  estilo de vida e integrar hábitos muito mais saudáveis. São dois  caminhos diametralmente opostos. A escolha de um deles vai estar  completamente na área do livre arbítrio.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1499975658876658509?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1499975658876658509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1499975658876658509&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1499975658876658509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1499975658876658509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/previsoes-para-2012-para-quem-e-virgem.html' title='Previsões para 2012 para quem é Virgem...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-29Dby9HoHhI/TvOVZTuaaBI/AAAAAAAAEfo/tRTbD1ZQ7RM/s72-c/481916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-3067147477850293910</id><published>2011-12-22T11:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-22T11:17:45.997Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coisas minhas'/><title type='text'>Bonito...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Acabei de queimar o cabelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Solução? Pegar na tesoura e cortar um belo bocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fico linda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fosga-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;N.B - E já sei que fumar faz mal...ao cabelo&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/1363299328310652248-3067147477850293910?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/3067147477850293910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=3067147477850293910&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3067147477850293910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/3067147477850293910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/bonito.html' title='Bonito...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S220/rosa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1363299328310652248.post-1654513067870352915</id><published>2011-12-21T21:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-21T21:03:37.802Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='astros e afins'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Signos'/><title type='text'>E, agora, as previsões  para 2012 do Signo Leão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Quem for do signo Leão que se acuse. A caixa de reclamações é &lt;a href="http://delas.ig.com.br/comportamento/previsoes-para-os-signos-em-2012-leao/n1597401600676.html?tema=leao"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjzxn3ry0Ss/TvJJiwl-kgI/AAAAAAAAEfc/UKWe9rKVfiE/s1600/481915.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bjzxn3ry0Ss/TvJJiwl-kgI/AAAAAAAAEfc/UKWe9rKVfiE/s1600/481915.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nascidos entre 22/07 e 22/08&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Amor e sexo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; O encontro entre a Lua e Netuno no signo de Peixes que vai acontecer no  céu do ano novo astrológico é um marco importante para a vida amorosa  dos leoninos.  Em abril do ano passado Netuno já tinha chegado lá e  levantado a ponta de uma névoa que cobriu a casa das relações estáveis  dos leoninos nos últimos quatorze anos e fez com que eles se  equivocassem muitas vezes nas escolhas de parcerias. A partir de agora,  eles vão saber direitinho qual é o seu objeto de desejo, mas vão ter que  lidar com outro tipo de desafio. A casa oito, aonde Netuno vai se  instalar pelos próximos 13 anos, tem como um dos seus significados mais  fortes a maneira de lidar com a sexualidade. É muito complicado prever o  que o deus do mar vai fazer por lá já que esta é a primeira vez que  isso acontece na vida de todos os leoninos que estão vivos. Tanto ele  pode trazer um encantamento positivo com um refinamento especial da  sexualidade como pode gerar um fortíssimo laço de dependência ou, até  mesmo, um sacrifício total da sexualidade para atender às necessidades  do parceiro. Como Netuno está no seu trono quando entra em Peixes dá  para esperar o melhor dessa configuração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carreira e trabalho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o ano astrológico começando com Júpiter e Vênus no ponto mais alto  do céu dos leoninos, eles podem esperar um ano extraordinariamente  produtivo na área profissional.  Júpiter e Vênus vão multiplicar as  oportunidades enquanto Marte e Plutão, também em signos de terra, vão  fornecer a determinação e a disciplina necessária para aproveitar as  mais viáveis. Até mesmo a oposição entre Marte e Netuno num eixo  diretamente ligado à vida material pode trazer bons resultados. Marte  avisa que os lucros vão chegar através do trabalho e do esforço  individual, mas Netuno diz que a chave do sucesso está na inspiração e  pode trazer uma ajuda importante. Principalmente para os negócios  ligados com qualquer forma de arte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Saúde&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; Com Capricórnio regendo a casa da saúde, a saúde dos leoninos vai se  beneficiar muito do grande triângulo dos signos de terra que vai estar  desenhado no céu na noite de ano novo. Mesmo que eles, em algum momento,  tenham que enfrentar um problema nessa área, vão se recuperar muito  rapidamente. Até o mês de outubro, precisam continuar a tomar cuidado  com os rins por causa da presença de Saturno (o regente de Capricórnio)  no signo de Libra.  Quando Saturno entrar em Escorpião, a área mais  delicada vai ser aquela que está ligada às alterações hormonais e aos  órgãos sexuais, mas, Saturno também vai estabelecer uma relação muito  positiva com Netuno e as surpresas podem ser positivas, como, por  exemplo, uma gravidez muito desejada, mas que parecia difícil de  acontecer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1363299328310652248-1654513067870352915?l=ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/feeds/1654513067870352915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1363299328310652248&amp;postID=1654513067870352915&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1654513067870352915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1363299328310652248/posts/default/1654513067870352915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ni-entreamigos.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-agora-as-previsoes-para-2012-do-signo.html' title='E, agora, as previsões  para 2012 do Signo Leão...'/><author><name>NI</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14194351308678361425</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jd5YXnRTGcQ/Sf7KFTo1SaI/AAAAAAAACYM/gc2t5odSOUs/S22
