<?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-7860854660310149087</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:46:51.063Z</updated><title type='text'>Estes Momentos...</title><subtitle type='html'>...momentos bons, menos bons, mas ainda assim, Momentos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>138</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6938874440543260124</id><published>2012-01-20T20:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:46:51.070Z</updated><title type='text'>E o tempo passou e continua a passar, depressa demais.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;O Miguel já tem quase 3 meses.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699818063397860610" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-IaQ9Hw_Cs/TxnSVGkvNQI/AAAAAAAABDM/IzaxpUSvJ6w/s320/ft%2Bana.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Olhando para trás e contando tudo o que mudou desde o dia 31 de Outubro acho que não chegavam os dedos de duas mãos, mas tem sido muito bom. É uma experiencia nova, muito exigente (e dizem que isto ainda não é nada!) mas simplesmente única e que recomendo :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;E pronto, estamos naquela fase em que só temos olhos para o pequeno principe que de dia para dia descobre uma coisa nova, hoje a grande descoberta foi, AS MÃOS! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-6938874440543260124?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6938874440543260124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6938874440543260124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6938874440543260124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6938874440543260124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-o-tempo-passou-e-continua-passar.html' title='E o tempo passou e continua a passar, depressa demais.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q-IaQ9Hw_Cs/TxnSVGkvNQI/AAAAAAAABDM/IzaxpUSvJ6w/s72-c/ft%2Bana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4605965817301007524</id><published>2011-07-07T22:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-07T22:15:43.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O nosso tesouro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bwurjQbdxM/ThYhva0WQ2I/AAAAAAAABDE/CVc8sHUi_Ng/s1600/home.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626721882982466402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bwurjQbdxM/ThYhva0WQ2I/AAAAAAAABDE/CVc8sHUi_Ng/s320/home.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...vem a caminho já há 22 semanas e chama-se Miguel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4605965817301007524?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4605965817301007524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4605965817301007524' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4605965817301007524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4605965817301007524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2011/07/o-nosso-tesouro.html' title='O nosso tesouro...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8bwurjQbdxM/ThYhva0WQ2I/AAAAAAAABDE/CVc8sHUi_Ng/s72-c/home.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2152421695441037950</id><published>2011-05-25T10:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T10:39:51.228+01:00</updated><title type='text'>contra todas as expectativas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Lá fomos ver do Sr. Yann, saímos de Évora com algum tempo de antecedencia para que desse para jantar descansados e ir ver o concerto em sossego (que foi coisa que não houve). Chegados perto da LX Factory entrámos numa pizzaria que cheirava maravilhosamente bem mas estava cheia, optamos então por uma espécie de restaurante chinês &lt;a href="http://estilosdevida.rtp.pt/rtp/china-pop-dim-sum-food-lounge-restaurantes-lisboa-lisboa-alcantara-501-1.html"&gt;"China POP"&lt;/a&gt;, já apertados de tempo, e pedimos uma sopa para cada um com intenção de comer mais um crepe e pronto, que com isto tudo o tempo já escasseava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A sopa demorou 35 min. já não comemos o crepe nem mais nada. Saimos dali a 7 pés, com pouca vontade de lá voltar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fomos para o concerto, e deste nem vale a pena entrar em pormenores, foi para lá de mau, não fiquei até ao fim, por aí já podem ver!!! Eram meia-noite e tal acabou aquilo a que chamaram de concerto e que eu chamo de berraria e nós com menos 25€ do bilhete e cheios de fome...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De caminho parámos em Setúbal no nosso restaurante preferido &lt;a href="http://www.pai.pt/restaurante-o-anexo-sao-sebastiao-2910-450/"&gt;"O anexo"&lt;/a&gt; e foi a nossa sorte, aliás, foi a unica coisa boa da noite, isso e a risota em que caímos ao avaliar tudo o que se tinha passado... mas ainda havia mais!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao chegar a Évora, perto das 3h da manhã, operação STOP em todas as rotundas e não só. Alguns de nós, já em carros separados, não foram mandados parar, outros foram mais do que uma vez e outros sopraram o balão várias vezes, não fossem ter parado ali nos cachorros e apanhar uma piela a caminho dos Canaviais, às 4h da manhã. Tendo em conta que tudo isto se passou num dia de semana e que no dia seguinte era dia de trabalho, convenhamos, fica para a história!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O que vale é que nem tudo são más noticias, também há das boas, mas dessas falamos mais tarde ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-2152421695441037950?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2152421695441037950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2152421695441037950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2152421695441037950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2152421695441037950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2011/05/contra-todas-as-expectativas.html' title='contra todas as expectativas'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5564725306592806646</id><published>2011-05-02T22:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T22:51:04.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É já na 5ª feira :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRxGGld9Dlk/Tb8nM4mWu0I/AAAAAAAABC4/HsReARNG3Z4/s1600/dust%2Blane%2Bpic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602239563777358658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRxGGld9Dlk/Tb8nM4mWu0I/AAAAAAAABC4/HsReARNG3Z4/s320/dust%2Blane%2Bpic.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lá estaremos ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5564725306592806646?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5564725306592806646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5564725306592806646' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5564725306592806646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5564725306592806646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-ja-na-5-feira.html' title='É já na 5ª feira :)'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HRxGGld9Dlk/Tb8nM4mWu0I/AAAAAAAABC4/HsReARNG3Z4/s72-c/dust%2Blane%2Bpic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-546784222477120873</id><published>2011-04-26T19:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T20:13:28.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De vez em quando e para que o maridinho não se esqueça que gosto dele ;) faço-lhe umas surpresas. Desta vez, como já o tinha ouvido falar disso, pensei marcar um jantarinho a dois na "&lt;a href="http://www.casadelinhares.com/"&gt;Casa de Linhares&lt;/a&gt;". Gostamos os dois bastante de fado e isso acompanhado de um jantar é sempre "do melhor que há!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resumindo, eramos, na nossa sala, os unicos Portugueses. Nunca ouvi nenhuma das fadistas dizer "Boa Noite", só "Obrigado" e era porque batiamos palmas quando acabavam de cantar. Os empregados de mesa só devem estar habituados a servir estrangeiros e não devem já saber falar português pois mal os ouvi falar, ou sorrir (também só já devem saber sorrir noutras linguas)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Isto tudo para dizer que pronto, vá foi bonzito... mas não valeu o preço! Desculpem lá mas o atendimento deixa muito mais que a desejar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pa próxima vamos a uma tasca ranhosa, deve ser melhor, pelo menos mais em conta é de certeza!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-546784222477120873?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/546784222477120873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=546784222477120873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/546784222477120873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/546784222477120873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6310069312047394402</id><published>2011-04-24T23:33:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T23:42:30.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o que se lê agora</title><content type='html'>Depois deste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcPOvUjr2cU/TbSmxcm0rdI/AAAAAAAABCw/0Fm6lY6PJnk/s1600/a-crianca-que-nao-queria%255B1%255D.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599283605151198674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcPOvUjr2cU/TbSmxcm0rdI/AAAAAAAABCw/0Fm6lY6PJnk/s320/a-crianca-que-nao-queria%255B1%255D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e deste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XosUDoLnvg/TbSmq05sI2I/AAAAAAAABCo/RqpdIbSbn5E/s1600/a-menina-que-nunca1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599283491413697378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--XosUDoLnvg/TbSmq05sI2I/AAAAAAAABCo/RqpdIbSbn5E/s320/a-menina-que-nunca1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e deste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk5ZRzM9OzY/TbSmkwoKurI/AAAAAAAABCg/z7cD2V-0cbI/s1600/uma%2Bcrianca%2Bem%2Bperigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599283387187247794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Jk5ZRzM9OzY/TbSmkwoKurI/AAAAAAAABCg/z7cD2V-0cbI/s320/uma%2Bcrianca%2Bem%2Bperigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje vamos começar a ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFDSROeESq8/TbSmfqyc_OI/AAAAAAAABCY/nn6AUN3ZCBU/s1600/torey_hayden_forca_dos_afectos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599283299720428770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tFDSROeESq8/TbSmfqyc_OI/AAAAAAAABCY/nn6AUN3ZCBU/s320/torey_hayden_forca_dos_afectos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;este!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-6310069312047394402?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6310069312047394402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6310069312047394402' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6310069312047394402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6310069312047394402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-que-se-le-agora.html' title='o que se lê agora'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bcPOvUjr2cU/TbSmxcm0rdI/AAAAAAAABCw/0Fm6lY6PJnk/s72-c/a-crianca-que-nao-queria%255B1%255D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-529751211586952406</id><published>2011-04-24T11:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T12:12:17.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>viagem ao passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando surgiu o convite eu nem podia acreditar... ia voltar a acampar com os escuteiros, ainda que só por um fim-de-semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O fim-de-semana chegou e lá rumamos a Viana, à Igreja de Nossa Senhora D'Aires. A minha tarefa e dos meus "antigos" colegas era cozinhar, estavamos encarregues de ter as refeições prontas a tempo e horas para os 100 e tal escuteiros esfomeados que nos rodeavam... correu tudo super bem mas ficaram muitas saudades e voltaram muitas recordações daquilo que passámos, daquilo que vivemos, das aventuras que tivemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faz-me sentir bem poder ajudar os outros e é nisso que tenho a minha plena realização, infelizmente e depois de muito ponderar, percebi que a minha actividade profissional é incompativel com uma dedicação a 200% ao escutismo como eu gostaria de ter. No entanto, apesar de remunerada acredito que aquilo que faço todos os dias e o prazer com que o faço também contribui para o bem estar do próximo e isso deixa-me também muito feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois o lema que um dia APRENDI é o que sigo ainda hoje,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599105683595651602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2CEm8Vo304/TbQE9DKW6hI/AAAAAAAABBw/Y1VXfn3A2Mo/s320/Ana56.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sempre ALERTA para servir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-529751211586952406?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/529751211586952406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=529751211586952406' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/529751211586952406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/529751211586952406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2011/04/viagem-ao-passado.html' title='viagem ao passado'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W2CEm8Vo304/TbQE9DKW6hI/AAAAAAAABBw/Y1VXfn3A2Mo/s72-c/Ana56.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6904819495886391912</id><published>2011-02-07T16:43:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-02-07T16:53:08.778Z</updated><title type='text'>Muitos Parabéns MÃE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TVAi7WuJtrI/AAAAAAAABBg/vrMTOm3PSRo/s1600/73319792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570991142164084402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TVAi7WuJtrI/AAAAAAAABBg/vrMTOm3PSRo/s320/73319792.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; foi ontém mas ainda vou a tempo ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E se me perguntassem  "se a tua mãe fosse uma flor, qual seria?" acho que a resposta é obvia... "seria todas!"&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/7860854660310149087-6904819495886391912?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6904819495886391912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6904819495886391912' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6904819495886391912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6904819495886391912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/muitos-parabens-mae.html' title='Muitos Parabéns MÃE!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TVAi7WuJtrI/AAAAAAAABBg/vrMTOm3PSRo/s72-c/73319792.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-7916669243383271728</id><published>2011-02-04T19:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-02-04T19:36:36.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Super Mario</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje em dia a vida é muito mais "fácil" para as crianças do que era no meu tempo, hoje em dia nem é preciso pedir, muito antes disso os seus desejos (que são ordens) já estão satisfeitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiquei muito chateada na altura... os meus pais nunca me compraram um Game Boy! E tanto que eu gostava do senhor canalizador de bigode que entrava e saia de tubos, eu queria mesmo ter tido um Game Boy... Mas esse não foi um desejo realizado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O tempo passou e há dois anos atrás (prai uns 20 anos depois daquela altura) decidi que estava na altura de satisfazer o meu desejo e comprei SÓ PARA MIM uma Nintendo DS, único e exclusivamente para jogar Super Mario!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E joguei... joguei... joguei...e realmente foi muito bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não faço ideia de como vou fazer quando a criança em questão, a que pede as coisas, for um filho meu mas uma coisa eu sei, fui muito mais feliz assim do que se tivesse tido o Game Boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569917031592029874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TUxSB5Bw7rI/AAAAAAAABBY/ifa2ftqQJkw/s320/professor-layton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Entretanto já descobri outros jogos bastante interessantes e que nos fazem puxar pela cabeça, como o da imagem, o meu preferido (a seguir ao Super Mario) Professor Layton.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(A unica coisa que tenho de ultrapassar é o trauma de dizer "É mesmo para mim!" quando a senhora pergunta "É para menino ou para menina?" ao mesmo tempo que larga bruscamente o papel de embrulho infantil... enfim...  promenores...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-7916669243383271728?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7916669243383271728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=7916669243383271728' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7916669243383271728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7916669243383271728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2011/02/super-mario.html' title='Super Mario'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TUxSB5Bw7rI/AAAAAAAABBY/ifa2ftqQJkw/s72-c/professor-layton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5115338722101370129</id><published>2010-12-31T14:40:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T14:53:49.059Z</updated><title type='text'>Provei e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TR3sTApelBI/AAAAAAAABBM/Lm4LJ1Z2qFU/s1600/84783164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556857326580700178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TR3sTApelBI/AAAAAAAABBM/Lm4LJ1Z2qFU/s320/84783164.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;... adorei, foi optimo, sushi, a minha primeira vez! Adorei e quero muito repetir :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Obrigada Duxa e Rui por nos terem convidado e proporcionado um jantar tão bom! Desde o sushi ao vinho :) , a musica, o quentinho ;) foi tudo muito bom, muito 80's.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Adorei *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fica a recordação da &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dphpDdfZUGw"&gt;música da noite &lt;/a&gt;;) o serão soube a pouco mas havemos de repetir, com saída e tudo ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5115338722101370129?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5115338722101370129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5115338722101370129' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5115338722101370129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5115338722101370129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/provei-e.html' title='Provei e...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TR3sTApelBI/AAAAAAAABBM/Lm4LJ1Z2qFU/s72-c/84783164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-3209459424641984344</id><published>2010-12-21T16:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-21T16:42:04.438Z</updated><title type='text'>Crise?!?!... qué isso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Ontém precisei de ir trocar um vale à Fnac e decidi ir à do Almada Forum. Troquei o vale e comprei mais 3 ou 4 coisas, nada de especial que isto com a crise não nos podemos aventurar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No entanto senti-me... como hei-de dizer... senti-me como se estivesse noutro mundo, um mundo onde não há crise, nem se ouve falar de tal e até me atrevia a dizer que tal palavra "crise" não existe no dicionário dessa civilização...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde sacos e sacos e sacos a carrinhos do Jumbo cheios de compras (brinquedos, é que se fosse comida ainda se dava o desconto...), cheios não CCCHHHEEEIIIOOOSSS....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É surreal... das duas uma, ou eu sou muita sovina (porque este ano prendas de Natal só há para a mana e para o afilhado) ou então eu estava mesmo noutro mundo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553176438295618386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TRDYjHOt41I/AAAAAAAABA4/fzpjrKkT7Zs/s320/compras_edited.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-3209459424641984344?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3209459424641984344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=3209459424641984344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3209459424641984344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3209459424641984344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/12/crise-que-isso.html' title='Crise?!?!... qué isso?'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TRDYjHOt41I/AAAAAAAABA4/fzpjrKkT7Zs/s72-c/compras_edited.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4724609184044626145</id><published>2010-11-24T16:30:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T16:53:08.151Z</updated><title type='text'>Sobre a GREVE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muito se diz, muito se faz, o que é certo é que ficamos todos na mesma!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...bem... na mesma, é como quem diz... eu cá, tive de fazer o meu trabalho e o daqueles que estavam de greve!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543159215359775362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TO1B7_zz0oI/AAAAAAAABAw/jeHZMjb_VSE/s320/73336433.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(não é por haver greve que vão deixar de existir casos urgentes nem tão pouco situações inesperadas de "vida ou morte"...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4724609184044626145?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4724609184044626145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4724609184044626145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4724609184044626145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4724609184044626145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/sobre-greve.html' title='Sobre a GREVE...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TO1B7_zz0oI/AAAAAAAABAw/jeHZMjb_VSE/s72-c/73336433.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-7854595982929415040</id><published>2010-11-08T16:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-08T16:38:29.964Z</updated><title type='text'>Um pouco de Céu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TNgliTRac_I/AAAAAAAABAo/NYzUnXbF4a8/s1600/IMG_6518.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537217013071115250" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TNgliTRac_I/AAAAAAAABAo/NYzUnXbF4a8/s320/IMG_6518.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;(...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cn46-AdhRO0"&gt;e hoje deixei&lt;br /&gt;de tentar erguer&lt;br /&gt;os planos de sempre&lt;br /&gt;aqueles que são&lt;br /&gt;pra outro amanhã&lt;br /&gt;que há-de ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;não quero levar o que dei&lt;br /&gt;talvez nem sequer o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;é que hoje parece bastar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cn46-AdhRO0"&gt;um pouco de céu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cn46-AdhRO0"&gt;(...) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/7860854660310149087-7854595982929415040?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7854595982929415040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=7854595982929415040' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7854595982929415040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7854595982929415040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-pouco-de-ceu.html' title='Um pouco de Céu'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TNgliTRac_I/AAAAAAAABAo/NYzUnXbF4a8/s72-c/IMG_6518.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-7421258608265212832</id><published>2010-10-31T14:35:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-10-31T14:42:18.081Z</updated><title type='text'>rir até mais não...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TM1-89v2kDI/AAAAAAAABAg/KSr19gAHISo/s1600/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534219102940729394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TM1-89v2kDI/AAAAAAAABAg/KSr19gAHISo/s320/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu sei que o filme já saiu prai há 359 meses mas eu só agora é que vi. Vi e fartei-me de rir... Adorei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(mas continua a ser uma incognita para mim como é que, estas moças andam SEMPRE de saltos hiper mega altos, nunca têm frio, nunca se sentem desconfortaveis naquelas roupas caras e têm dinheiro para as comprar...)&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/7860854660310149087-7421258608265212832?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7421258608265212832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=7421258608265212832' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7421258608265212832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7421258608265212832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/rir-ate-mais-nao.html' title='rir até mais não...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TM1-89v2kDI/AAAAAAAABAg/KSr19gAHISo/s72-c/sex-and-the-city-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2907705918283126793</id><published>2010-10-26T17:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T18:12:43.779+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A magia de M.C.Escher</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De 8 de Outubro a 30 de Janeiro, está na Fundação Eugénio de Almeida uma exposição intitulada A MAGIA DE M.C.ESCHER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já fui ver, claro! E vale a pena, se puderem passem por lá*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532398608633080674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TMcHOP9wq2I/AAAAAAAABAY/F-VD6pAEIuE/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aqui fica uma das gravuras que mais gosto (gosto muito de todas)... esta pertence às construções impossiveis. E agora digam-me cá...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Porque é que é uma construção impossivel???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;(porque sim não é resposta!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-2907705918283126793?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2907705918283126793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2907705918283126793' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2907705918283126793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2907705918283126793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/magia-de-mcescher.html' title='A magia de M.C.Escher'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TMcHOP9wq2I/AAAAAAAABAY/F-VD6pAEIuE/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6586842357767997599</id><published>2010-10-22T12:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T13:04:19.619+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quem não sabe, tenho um carro novo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é que o outro não fosse bom, mas este é melhor :) bom, só para dizer que este, ao contrário do outro, atrai paredes... e ontém não me consegui desviar de uma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#666666;"&gt;Pronto, tinha que partilhar esta azelhice convosco! E já está!&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/7860854660310149087-6586842357767997599?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6586842357767997599/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6586842357767997599' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6586842357767997599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6586842357767997599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/para-quem-nao-sabe-tenho-um-carro-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8204284316737696567</id><published>2010-10-18T18:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T18:15:52.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mara CupCakes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E foi com esta maravilha que me deparei quando, no sábado, cheguei a casa dos pais :) Uma mesa cheia de CupCakes e a Mara ainda a terminar o trabalho... Estavam uma delicia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TLx_r8Nof8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/8szTcBna2Es/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529434835378536386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TLx_r8Nof8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/8szTcBna2Es/s320/2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Adoro esta mana ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529434749768162178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TLx_m9Sh24I/AAAAAAAABAI/zUeuiipTKDs/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-8204284316737696567?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8204284316737696567/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8204284316737696567' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8204284316737696567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8204284316737696567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/mara-cupcakes.html' title='Mara CupCakes...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TLx_r8Nof8I/AAAAAAAABAQ/8szTcBna2Es/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-9028828846862678252</id><published>2010-10-02T17:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:59:13.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hummm...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flagrantedelicia.com/page/7/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523494078032196226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TKdkmWgVMoI/AAAAAAAABAA/Rlhv4UYaGHY/s320/014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mara, por estes dias, podias fazer destes :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu ia ficar tão mas tão feliz... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-9028828846862678252?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9028828846862678252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=9028828846862678252' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/9028828846862678252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/9028828846862678252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/10/hummm.html' title='hummm...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TKdkmWgVMoI/AAAAAAAABAA/Rlhv4UYaGHY/s72-c/014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4461045529714525621</id><published>2010-06-08T15:48:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T18:43:18.951+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos Felizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TA6AS92cE3I/AAAAAAAAA_o/fuC-en2iPDk/s1600/1012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480458859885368178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TA6AS92cE3I/AAAAAAAAA_o/fuC-en2iPDk/s320/1012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É com muita emoção e carinho que olhamos para estas fotos, tiradas pelo &lt;a href="http://www.eduardooliveira.com/"&gt;Eduardo&lt;/a&gt; dias antes do nosso casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;É como se lá estivesse e pudesse, de novo, cheirar e sentir tudo o que aquele delicioso final de tarde nos ofereceu... Fico feliz por estes momentos terem ficado tão bem retratados e o que mais me enche o coração é o facto de os sentimentos partilhados por nós quase se poderem tocar só de olhar para as imagens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480419261409349458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TA5cSCCDT1I/AAAAAAAAA_I/7sVY3_ny4cY/s320/1004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Este foi um momento muito especial e mágico para nós :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Quase sem perceber estávamos a fazer parte de um "filme", o filme da nossa vida, o inicio da nossa vida a dois.&lt;/p&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/7860854660310149087-4461045529714525621?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4461045529714525621/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4461045529714525621' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4461045529714525621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4461045529714525621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/06/elogio-ao-amor.html' title='Momentos Felizes'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TA6AS92cE3I/AAAAAAAAA_o/fuC-en2iPDk/s72-c/1012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5083623825493052476</id><published>2010-05-31T08:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T09:16:02.569+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMEI!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TANs01b9BZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MjDWo1jZ8zw/s1600/Prince-Of-Persia-Movie%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477341226765976978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 183px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TANs01b9BZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MjDWo1jZ8zw/s320/Prince-Of-Persia-Movie%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso dizer que o filme me deixou sem palavras. Foi lindo, espectacular, um argumento fora de série, uma adaptação do melhor que já vi... e quem achava estranho o Prince ser Jake Gyllenhaal por causa dos papeis já desempenhados pelo actor, só posso dizer que deu um Prince of Persia fenomenal, bem como todos os outros actores, aliás, nem conseguia encontrar um mau da fita tão bom como Ben Kingsley, eu até o acho parecido com o Vizir mau do 1º jogo em DOS... :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477343957171825746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TANvTw_b7FI/AAAAAAAAA_A/zugSTTw0xTk/s320/ben-kingsley-prince-of-persia%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(certo?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Fiquei fascinada. Amei o filme, está bastante fiel ao jogo sem ser muito "faz de conta" e isso é que se quer, para quem gosta dos jogos como eu, acho sempre importante que os filmes não fujam ao que estamos habituados a ver e este superou sem dúvida todas as minhas expectativas em relação a esse ponto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O próximo a ver será.. Sex and the City 2 :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5083623825493052476?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5083623825493052476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5083623825493052476' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5083623825493052476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5083623825493052476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/amei.html' title='AMEI!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TANs01b9BZI/AAAAAAAAA-4/MjDWo1jZ8zw/s72-c/Prince-Of-Persia-Movie%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8278300013156466765</id><published>2010-05-28T20:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T20:32:43.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos até à praia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.womensecret.com/index.asp?lang=en"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476405186857144882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TAAZgJC6EjI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6x_TcHDa3E4/s320/bk1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.womensecret.com/index.asp?lang=en"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476405066148962594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TAAZZHX1YSI/AAAAAAAAA-o/TdZd1kcu5S8/s320/bk.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, e os meus bikinis novos :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;espero que o Sol não se esqueça de aparecer também... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;see ya next week ;)&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/7860854660310149087-8278300013156466765?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8278300013156466765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8278300013156466765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8278300013156466765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8278300013156466765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/vamos-ate-praia.html' title='Vamos até à praia...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/TAAZgJC6EjI/AAAAAAAAA-w/6x_TcHDa3E4/s72-c/bk1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4944663700591119161</id><published>2010-05-26T16:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T16:46:47.464+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_1AUU3ea1I/AAAAAAAAA-g/XiSjwz9tgRo/s1600/100526_152026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475603439895341906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_1AUU3ea1I/AAAAAAAAA-g/XiSjwz9tgRo/s320/100526_152026.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para mim, poder beber um &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;café delta&lt;/span&gt; com esta vista maravilhosa, é um privilégio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;[E agora vou dedicar-me à "pintura da fita de fim de curso" que a queima está à porta!]&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/7860854660310149087-4944663700591119161?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4944663700591119161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4944663700591119161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4944663700591119161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4944663700591119161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/aqui.html' title='Aqui!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_1AUU3ea1I/AAAAAAAAA-g/XiSjwz9tgRo/s72-c/100526_152026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4973142090089098681</id><published>2010-05-22T14:53:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:29:42.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prince of Persia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passei muitas horas diante do nosso pc486 a jogar neste maravilhoso jogo, lançado em 1980 (não me lembro...), que aos olhos dos tempos modernos parece (e é) mais uma coisa da pré-história digital. Mas era o que havia e era optimo, sem truques nem passwords eu cheguei ao fim do jogo e derrotei o maquiavélico Vizir que tinha para lá de uma carrada de vidas. E a parte do jogo que mais gostava era no ultimo nível, quando tinhamos que passar uma fossa enorme ao som de uma música e os blocos de pedra iam surgindo à medida que íamos avançando.. era o delírio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até parece que ainda estou a ouvir a banda sonora do ínicio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474092709739138162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_fiUQeOjHI/AAAAAAAAA94/0VxsGxWuMx4/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474094575716707058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_fkA3x8qvI/AAAAAAAAA-A/lI7sBnPrZtY/s320/2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As coisas evoluiram e o jogo ficou visualmente mais atrctivo mas não era aquela coisa por aí além... e a mim particularmente nunca me cativou muito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474094776870302722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_fkMlIs9AI/AAAAAAAAA-I/LTTALzhbDN8/s320/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas eis que surge, em 2003 o primeiro jogo realmente a 3D, Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time, muito bom mesmo e muito avançado para quem estava habituado aos primórdios do jogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Em 2004 é lançado o Prince of Persia: Warrior Within, um bocado violento, mas isso, para quem está habituado a mapas de bits em que o sangue das lutas mais parecem balões a rebentar e os inimigos ficam no chão como cachorrinhos a dormir, qualquer coisa que saisse desses termos já era MUITO violento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;E finalmente em finais de 2005, é lançado o meu preferido, Prince of Persia: The Two Thrones que é dificil pa caraças e que nunca consegui acabar mas também nunca tive oportunidade de me dedicar a 100%. É um jogo espectacular com imagens maravilhosas, bastante bem conseguido de maneira que parece que estamos a ver um filme :) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474097541578633474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_fmtgeiMQI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/liS5_j-0QD0/s320/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;E vamos mesmo poder ver um filme!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Baseado neste jogo, Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time estreia já na próxima semana e promete!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Com um super elenco e um produtor bem conhecido para quem vê C.S.I., &lt;strong&gt;Jerry Bruckheimer,&lt;/strong&gt; o filme só pode ser um sucesso.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474100046684399986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_fo_UuSqXI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/X1qY2dqI6Wc/s320/5.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E não é que até está parecido :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4973142090089098681?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4973142090089098681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4973142090089098681' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4973142090089098681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4973142090089098681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/prince-of-persia.html' title='Prince of Persia'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_fiUQeOjHI/AAAAAAAAA94/0VxsGxWuMx4/s72-c/1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6038342417440730690</id><published>2010-05-18T19:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T19:07:36.368+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amigos de longa data...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gettyimages.com/detail/78368346/Brand-X-Pictures"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472672819926238754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_LW7yujhiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/X7tDS8BceXM/s320/78368346.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre fomos grandes amigos mas há uns tempos que não nos falávamos. Agora voltámos a encontrar-nos e daqui a uns dias já vos posso mostrar o resultado deste reencontro :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-6038342417440730690?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6038342417440730690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6038342417440730690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6038342417440730690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6038342417440730690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/amigos-de-longa-data.html' title='amigos de longa data...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_LW7yujhiI/AAAAAAAAA9w/X7tDS8BceXM/s72-c/78368346.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1243575364334894230</id><published>2010-05-18T11:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:51:44.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>UAU!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_JxN6x2osI/AAAAAAAAA9o/-us9CHuylL8/s1600/alice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472560981139169986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_JxN6x2osI/AAAAAAAAA9o/-us9CHuylL8/s320/alice.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-1243575364334894230?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1243575364334894230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=1243575364334894230' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1243575364334894230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1243575364334894230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/uau.html' title='UAU!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S_JxN6x2osI/AAAAAAAAA9o/-us9CHuylL8/s72-c/alice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6805310653016791838</id><published>2010-05-13T20:12:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T19:31:36.538+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 16 - 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A song that describes you'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4256921775948533170</id><published>2010-05-13T20:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:12:46.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 11 - A song that no one would expect you to love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/izWRKl06XEY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/izWRKl06XEY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4256921775948533170?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4256921775948533170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4256921775948533170' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4256921775948533170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4256921775948533170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-11-song-that-no-one-would-expect.html' title='Dia 11 - 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A song from your favorite band'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8813891203899741128</id><published>2010-05-11T17:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:38:48.076+01:00</updated><title type='text'>chamem-me antiquada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tsf.sapo.pt/PaginaInicial/Vida/Interior.aspx?content_id=1549653"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470051552138482674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S-mG57RJ0_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/9huuU1yMIh4/s320/supertramp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas eu gosto tanto... e vou vê-los!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(que já lá vão 40 anos desde o 1º album e isto nunca se sabe o dia de amanhã...)&lt;/span&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/7860854660310149087-8813891203899741128?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8813891203899741128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8813891203899741128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8813891203899741128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8813891203899741128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/chamem-me-antiquada.html' title='chamem-me antiquada...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S-mG57RJ0_I/AAAAAAAAA9g/9huuU1yMIh4/s72-c/supertramp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5160303863306923207</id><published>2010-05-10T16:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:01:48.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 9 - A song that makes you fall asleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph-pLZEVWGs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ph-pLZEVWGs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5160303863306923207?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5160303863306923207/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5160303863306923207' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5160303863306923207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5160303863306923207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-9-song-that-makes-you-fall-asleep.html' title='Dia 9 - A song that makes you fall asleep'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4473893219925184571</id><published>2010-05-10T16:41:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T17:40:04.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S-gspZsajHI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/m1OQhP2R9c4/s1600/yann_tiersen_-_on_tour_dvd1166131818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469670837224901746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S-gspZsajHI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/m1OQhP2R9c4/s320/yann_tiersen_-_on_tour_dvd1166131818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Será que passa por Portugal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eu gostava!)&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/7860854660310149087-4473893219925184571?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4473893219925184571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4473893219925184571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4473893219925184571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4473893219925184571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/sera-que-ainda-ha-bilhetes-eu-gostava.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S-gspZsajHI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/m1OQhP2R9c4/s72-c/yann_tiersen_-_on_tour_dvd1166131818.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2385328363283099276</id><published>2010-05-08T21:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T20:01:29.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 8 - A song that you can dance to</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qrO4YZeyl0I&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-2385328363283099276?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2385328363283099276/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2385328363283099276' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2385328363283099276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2385328363283099276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-9-song-that-you-can-dance-to.html' title='Dia 8 - A song that you can dance to'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1562707856210319647</id><published>2010-05-07T20:15:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T20:23:00.349+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 7 - A song that reminds you of a certain event</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://luisrolo.com/blog/2009/09/ana-e-paulo-same-day-edit/"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468610509871355714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S-RoSOfZl0I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/WEy_MIjV1n4/s320/ana.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-1562707856210319647?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1562707856210319647/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=1562707856210319647' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1562707856210319647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1562707856210319647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-7-song-that-reminds-you-of-certain.html' title='Dia 7 - 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:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5606023340660268843?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5606023340660268843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5606023340660268843' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5606023340660268843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5606023340660268843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-6-song-that-reminds-of-you-of.html' title='Dia 6 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1174371180535762352</id><published>2010-05-05T18:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T18:34:06.021+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 5 - a song that reminds you of someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN3YmfNPnvI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN3YmfNPnvI&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-1174371180535762352?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1174371180535762352/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=1174371180535762352' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1174371180535762352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1174371180535762352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-5-song-that-reminds-you-of-someone.html' title='Dia 5 - a song that reminds you of someone'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-3907513382237098753</id><published>2010-05-04T18:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:21:23.630+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou de volta ao ponto-de-cruz que adoro, e dizem que sou de pancadas, de vez em quando dá-me destas e atiro-me ao quadrilé :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andei a vasculhar os meus primórdios dos ditos bordados e descobri um trabalho inacabado praí da era jurássica, que decidi acabar,ainda não está mas está quase e depois vou pô-lo numa parede lá de casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467481481697444018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S-BlcIyaQLI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8cgjq3hl1ko/s320/100504_185948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...giro?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-3907513382237098753?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3907513382237098753/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=3907513382237098753' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3907513382237098753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3907513382237098753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S-BlcIyaQLI/AAAAAAAAA9I/8cgjq3hl1ko/s72-c/100504_185948.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8063769144777328662</id><published>2010-05-04T18:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T18:55:13.082+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia 4 - a song that makes you sad</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gv7kpYS5DaQ&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gv7kpYS5DaQ&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-8063769144777328662?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8063769144777328662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8063769144777328662' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8063769144777328662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8063769144777328662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-4-music-that-makes-you-sad.html' title='Dia 4 - a song that makes you sad'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1079428395500441568</id><published>2010-05-03T16:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:32:28.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia da MÃE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi um dia muito bem passado, com todas as mães da familia, no campo, o dia todo... muita comida e bebida (muita mesmo!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este dia da MÃE também recebi um presente, eu e a minha mana,um presente da nossa mãe, porque o dia da mãe também só épossivel porque há filhos...eheheh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este foi o que eu recebi :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467066249809159346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S97ryddm5LI/AAAAAAAAA9A/92mqj7eIv4k/s320/close-to-me.png" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Beijinhos para todas as mães e um beijinho muito especial para a minha, que é a melhor mãe do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-1079428395500441568?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1079428395500441568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=1079428395500441568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1079428395500441568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1079428395500441568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia-da-mae.html' title='Dia da MÃE'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S97ryddm5LI/AAAAAAAAA9A/92mqj7eIv4k/s72-c/close-to-me.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5457763269395087463</id><published>2010-05-03T16:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:32:02.371+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Visto que, por motivos de força maior falhei um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 2 - your least favourite song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4ALFXIqy84&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4ALFXIqy84&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 3 - a song that makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/duGbgrv9LRE&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/duGbgrv9LRE&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5457763269395087463?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5457763269395087463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5457763269395087463' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5457763269395087463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5457763269395087463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/visto-que-por-mnotivos-de-forca-maior.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1071616126200650966</id><published>2010-05-01T20:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T20:47:50.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dia1 - My favourite song</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAYHTES4whs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAYHTES4whs&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-1071616126200650966?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1071616126200650966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=1071616126200650966' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1071616126200650966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1071616126200650966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/05/dia1-my-favourite-song.html' title='dia1 - My favourite song'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-650271083007581493</id><published>2010-04-30T18:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T18:18:19.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e é assim a vidinha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Para quem me conhece, não é novidade que gosto muito de ler. E também não é novidade que gosto muito dos livros "Uma Aventura" :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Recuando uns anos, prai uns 10 ou mais, "há muito muito tempo, era eu uma criança"... ahah... e era mesmo e fartava-me de ler e escrever, cartas para a editora CAMINHO, dirigidas às escritoras, Ana Maria Magalhães e Isabel Alçada, aquilo era uma excitação quando recebia as respostas, escritas à mão, por elas próprias... hoje em dia já não se vê nada disto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Por isso mesmo decidi voltar aos tempos antigos e pegar outra vez na caneta e no papel e escrever mais uma carta às minhas escritoras favoritas :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:white;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Apeteceu-me, sei lá... Quero que elas saibam que me marcaram, que ainda hoje compro os livros "Uma Aventura" e que tenho muitas saudades dos livros das "Viagens no Tempo", e que aquele livro no qual existe uma dedicatória a mim, tem e terá sempre um lugar especial na minha estante e no meu coração.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:white;"&gt;. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465980765428271026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S9sQi9B4R7I/AAAAAAAAA84/umtMvSFyAKg/s320/imageCA0996U8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;Não deixa de ser engraçado saber que o primeiro livro da colecção, "Uma Aventura na Cidade" foi publicado no ano em que nasci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;:)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-650271083007581493?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/650271083007581493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=650271083007581493' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/650271083007581493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/650271083007581493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-e-assim-vidinha.html' title='e é assim a vidinha!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S9sQi9B4R7I/AAAAAAAAA84/umtMvSFyAKg/s72-c/imageCA0996U8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4064698888542555550</id><published>2010-04-30T17:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T17:36:02.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora bem, respondendo ao desafio da querida &lt;a href="http://tutuinrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lady C&lt;/a&gt;, em que tenho que postar músicas de acordo com a lista, durante 20 dias, aqui vai:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Day 01 - Your favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 02 - Your least favorite song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 03 - A song that makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 04 - A song that makes you sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 05 - A song that reminds you of someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 06 - A song that reminds of you of somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 07 - A song that reminds you of a certain event&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 08 - A song that you can dance to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 09 - A song that makes you fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 10 - A song from your favorite band&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 11 - A song that no one would expect you to love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 12 - A song that describes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 13 - A song from your favorite album&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 14 - A song that you listen to when you’re angry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 15 - A song that you listen to when you’re happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 16 - A song that you listen to when you’re sad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 17 - A song that you want to play at your wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 18 - A song that you want to play at your funeral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 19 - A song that makes you laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt; Day 20 - Your favorite song at this time last year&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;Ahh e desafiar outros blogues...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;1º - aquele sopro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;2º - amigos e companhia ldª.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;3º - Drama Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;4º - Dogus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Trebuchet MS'; COLOR: #0d0600; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;(se quiserem, claro!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4064698888542555550?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4064698888542555550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4064698888542555550' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4064698888542555550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4064698888542555550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/desafio.html' title='Desafio'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4737181428646233812</id><published>2010-04-28T10:34:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:26:27.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1492</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje apetece-me ouvir isto!&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQF80CPlbZQ"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465138893365217698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S9gS3jM0iaI/AAAAAAAAA8o/vbUNj-sroro/s320/Vangelis-1492-_Conquest_of_Paradise.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*) nada a ver com campanhas politicas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4737181428646233812?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4737181428646233812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4737181428646233812' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4737181428646233812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4737181428646233812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/1492.html' title='1492'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S9gS3jM0iaI/AAAAAAAAA8o/vbUNj-sroro/s72-c/Vangelis-1492-_Conquest_of_Paradise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4426977382476422664</id><published>2010-04-19T19:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T19:41:36.774+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Já voltei mas não me apetecia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7860854660310149087-4426977382476422664?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4426977382476422664/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4426977382476422664' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4426977382476422664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4426977382476422664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5810653819518564874</id><published>2010-04-17T14:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T14:43:25.522+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou só &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.conventodoespinheiro.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ali &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;descansar dois dias e já volto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5810653819518564874?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5810653819518564874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5810653819518564874' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5810653819518564874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5810653819518564874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/vou-so-ali-descansar-dois-dias-e-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-374800564545519372</id><published>2010-04-13T18:26:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T19:11:17.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy que te quero happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S8Sw8DRdipI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2qANJVvfLtc/s1600/happywoman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459683193997068946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S8Sw8DRdipI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2qANJVvfLtc/s320/happywoman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este mês foi o segundo mês que li a resvista "&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Happy Woman&lt;/span&gt;" e gostei. Raramente gosto e mais raramente ainda compro revistas, sejam elas de moda, de imprensa cor-de-rosa ou outras, já comprei uma vez ou outra, ou li porque alguém comprou, mas nunca gostei muito a pontos de repetir a proeza e achei sempre que o dinheiro fazia mais falta noutras caixas registadoras. Que é como quem diz, dinheiro gasto em revistas é dinheiro mal gasto. Mas isso são outros assuntos e não vamos entrar por aí, que isto o que é importante para uns não tem que ser necessariamente importante para outros. Felizmente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora como eu estava a dizer, foi o segundo mês que li a &lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;Happy Woman&lt;/span&gt; e verdade seja dita... ADOREI a revista... só me pergunto como é que não a descobri mais cedo e aí a minha consciência responde: "então mas não és, ou eras, tu que achavas que comprar revistas era dinheiro mal gasto?" Pois ERA! mas já não é... Amigas, esta revista tem conselhos de moda que são um mimo, artigos que nos predem a atenção e são realmente interessantes, fala de tudo um pouco e não despego enquanto não chego ao fim. Isto é raro em mim, a sério. Sempre gostei muito de ler mas não revistas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resumindo, acho que é uma revista bastante positiva e disso é que se precisa neste momento... Happy women's!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(...e das duas uma... ou ando mais atenta ou ando a dar uma de consumista... hummm... se consumista inclui ser leitora assidua da HappyWoman a partir de agora, então sou, pois claro!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Beijinhos *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-374800564545519372?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/374800564545519372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=374800564545519372' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/374800564545519372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/374800564545519372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-que-te-quero-happy.html' title='Happy que te quero happy!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S8Sw8DRdipI/AAAAAAAAA8g/2qANJVvfLtc/s72-c/happywoman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6390541061139937267</id><published>2010-04-10T17:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T18:47:37.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S8C5ioKGPlI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nQqHP8TYtOg/s1600/eighties.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458566752919502418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S8C5ioKGPlI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nQqHP8TYtOg/s320/eighties.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Recentemente, já há umas semanas, podemos ouvir nos nossos rádios um novo posto, situado no 106.4, a M80. Eu gosto bastante e oiço sempre... bem, sempre sempre não. Mas quase sempre, vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Pois que um belo dia, farta de ouvir que as festas da rádio eram sempre no Norte do país (não tenho nada contra o Norte) decidi enviar um mail para informar que "aqui em baixo" também gostamos da musiquinha dos eighties e passou-se assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;email:ana-teodoro@hotmail.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;nome: Ana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;comentario: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obrigada por estarem sempre presentes quando estou a trabalhar e sempre que entro no carro ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;É maravilhoso poder ouvir todas estas músicas que já julgava em vias de extinção :) e já agora, para quando uma festa M80 no Sul???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aqui no Alentejo, com a nova emissora em Évora 106.4 todo o pessoal anda com o posto sintonizado. Queremos muito uma festa vossa aqui!Beijinhos e parabéns *"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Resposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"Olá Ana,&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe a demora na resposta ao seu e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba que ainda no domingo li o seu e-mail no ar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à festa em Évora... só o tempo dirá mas no que toca à minha vontade era já esta semana.&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho grande&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana Moreira&lt;br /&gt;Locutora"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;E foi assim que pedinchei uma festa M80 aqui no Alentejo... já sabem, se ela se realizar é a mim que têm que agradecer :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijinhos*&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/7860854660310149087-6390541061139937267?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6390541061139937267/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6390541061139937267' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6390541061139937267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6390541061139937267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was.html' title='I was...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S8C5ioKGPlI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/nQqHP8TYtOg/s72-c/eighties.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-315379046687252394</id><published>2010-04-04T20:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T20:31:05.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que todos tenham um Páscoa tão boa como a minha, passada com a família (só faltou a Mara)... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456366851010478050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S7jove6yP-I/AAAAAAAAA8I/_WY4cKqANic/s320/95915057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;E se for caso disso, boas férias ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-315379046687252394?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/315379046687252394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=315379046687252394' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/315379046687252394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/315379046687252394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/04/que-todos-tenham-um-pascoa-tao-boa-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S7jove6yP-I/AAAAAAAAA8I/_WY4cKqANic/s72-c/95915057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2048081094738092676</id><published>2010-03-31T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T15:30:48.773+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto faz-me rir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="WIDTH: 425px" id="__ss_1226759"&gt;&lt;strong style="MARGIN: 12px 0px 4px; DISPLAY: block"&gt;&lt;a title="Os Novos Livros Da Anita" href="http://www.slideshare.net/pepemelo/os-novos-livros-da-anita"&gt;Os Novos Livros Da Anita&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=osnovoslivrosdaanita-090331063400-phpapp02&amp;amp;stripped_title=os-novos-livros-da-anita"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=osnovoslivrosdaanita-090331063400-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=os-novos-livros-da-anita" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 12px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 5px"&gt;View more &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/pepemelo"&gt;pepemelo&lt;/a&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/7860854660310149087-2048081094738092676?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2048081094738092676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2048081094738092676' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2048081094738092676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2048081094738092676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/isto-faz-me-rir.html' title='Isto faz-me rir!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-987204893771895570</id><published>2010-03-23T21:45:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:49:15.038Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é um bom dia para ligar a televisão e ver as noticias, TODAS COM MUITA ATENÇÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e chegar à conclusão que, &lt;strong&gt;a este país só falta mesmo o narizinho vermelho para a palhaçada ser completa*&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(*&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou a pensar emprestar o meu, o que é que dizem&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Acho que ficava perfeito numas quantas personagens&lt;/span&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-987204893771895570?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/987204893771895570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=987204893771895570' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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6 meses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...e 4 dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451444217087266338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S6droehYDiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/XtjSo6s4buk/s320/333.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;que começamos esta feliz caminhada *&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-3986405421260675858?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3986405421260675858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=3986405421260675858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3986405421260675858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3986405421260675858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-ja-foi-ha-6-meses.html' title='E já foi há 6 meses...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S6droehYDiI/AAAAAAAAA8A/XtjSo6s4buk/s72-c/333.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-3156515518157808540</id><published>2010-03-18T14:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-18T15:00:43.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Um dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;vou conseguir fazer 45 minutos de cycle sem parar e já agora sem cair quando descer da bicicleta, mas tenho para mim que esse dia vem lá beeeemmmm longe....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449988570986138018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S6I_uuORSaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/bR3_VvrpgOQ/s320/78463721.jpg" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Georgia', 'serif'; FONT-SIZE: 12pt; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-bidi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT"&gt;Por agora vou treinando!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-3156515518157808540?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3156515518157808540/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=3156515518157808540' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3156515518157808540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3156515518157808540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-dia.html' title='Um dia'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S6I_uuORSaI/AAAAAAAAA7o/bR3_VvrpgOQ/s72-c/78463721.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5717537761662996148</id><published>2010-03-16T19:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T19:34:38.799Z</updated><title type='text'>Decidi que....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;...amanhã vou começar a ir ao ginásio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449316237197295554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5_cPvrpv8I/AAAAAAAAA7g/uYDKv3ommbg/s320/92148748.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E vou deixar de lado todas (estas) coisas que não combinam com ginásio... vou ter a ajuda da minha mana... se fosse para ir sozinha acho que só ia a primeira vez!(ohh God, odeio ginásios!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;(e adoro todas aquelas tais coisas que não combinam com ginásios)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;"&gt;wish me luck!&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/7860854660310149087-5717537761662996148?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5_cPvrpv8I/AAAAAAAAA7g/uYDKv3ommbg/s72-c/92148748.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8911467406614776164</id><published>2010-03-10T12:35:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:36:39.933Z</updated><title type='text'>Acho que vou.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5eSTFYAJPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/W2a34rgHrV8/s1600-h/alphaville.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446983130885924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5eSTFYAJPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/W2a34rgHrV8/s320/alphaville.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-8911467406614776164?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8911467406614776164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8911467406614776164' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8911467406614776164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8911467406614776164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/acho-que-vou.html' title='Acho que vou.'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5eSTFYAJPI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/W2a34rgHrV8/s72-c/alphaville.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5636430833720512612</id><published>2010-03-09T17:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:23:58.563Z</updated><title type='text'>And your real age is...  (trrrrrr) ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seguindo o exemplo da &lt;a href="http://eudramaqueen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Drama Queen&lt;/a&gt; enchi-me de coragem e de "desenvergonha" (é que me envergonha por isto aqui) e fiz o teste. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446693227095046402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5aKodmGuQI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zAdw3-XIiQg/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Tendo em conta que tenho 27 anos (idade de calendário, como lhe chamam)... quer dizer... não tou lá grande coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que devia ir ao ginásio, que devia arrastar o meu marido comigo, que devia comer mais peixe e menos carne, beber menos coca-cola, comer menos chocolates e mais fruta, enfim... devia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os que quiserem seguir o desafio fica aqui: &lt;a href="http://www.realage.com/"&gt;http://www.realage.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...mas ... já comprei um arco para fazer hulla up, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;será que conta a meu favor?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e na semana passada fiz meia hora de wii!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5636430833720512612?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5636430833720512612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5636430833720512612' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5636430833720512612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5636430833720512612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/seguindo-o-exemplo-da-drama-queen-enchi.html' title='And your real age is...  (trrrrrr) ....'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5aKodmGuQI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/zAdw3-XIiQg/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4379413164610391460</id><published>2010-03-08T15:01:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:01:05.189Z</updated><title type='text'>Expectativas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5UYf5TkZFI/AAAAAAAAA6w/K9ebORwPst8/s1600-h/alice11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446286260612392018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5UYf5TkZFI/AAAAAAAAA6w/K9ebORwPst8/s320/alice11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os comentários não prometiam grande argumento mas sempre havia a expectativa dos efeitos especiais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi com grande surpresa que demos com a sessão das 18.30 esgotadissima e tivemos que esperar pales 21.30, menos mal, assim deu para fazer umas comprinhas, que isto de ter que se sir de Évora em largos kilometros para ir ao cinema não está com nada, mas enfim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446286479101519570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 138px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5UYsnPb5tI/AAAAAAAAA64/k6L2I5atlW4/s320/tim-burton-alice-in-wonderland-chatty-flowers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Para mim o filme está simplesmente maravilhoso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adorei!  (mas não AMEI)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4379413164610391460?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4379413164610391460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4379413164610391460' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4379413164610391460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4379413164610391460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/expectativas.html' title='Expectativas...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5UYf5TkZFI/AAAAAAAAA6w/K9ebORwPst8/s72-c/alice11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2823070895243078935</id><published>2010-03-06T16:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:42:49.893Z</updated><title type='text'>Forever young...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5KFyvbSMeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/aiPdSGl9DCk/s1600-h/calvin-and-hobbes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445562006215209442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5KFyvbSMeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/aiPdSGl9DCk/s320/calvin-and-hobbes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Se não visse este desenho nunca acreditaria que o Calvin tinha crescido (tanto) :(&lt;br /&gt;...fica estranho!&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/7860854660310149087-2823070895243078935?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2823070895243078935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2823070895243078935' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2823070895243078935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2823070895243078935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/forever-young.html' title='Forever young...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S5KFyvbSMeI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/aiPdSGl9DCk/s72-c/calvin-and-hobbes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2642826966642995095</id><published>2010-03-05T17:34:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-05T17:41:49.731Z</updated><title type='text'>Sim, porque parece que é mas não é!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma senhora toda chique, assim até com uma blusa cheia de brilhantes e tudo, e depois ao ler, em alto e bom som, uma revista que por ali apanhou, hãmm.... chamada REGISTO, pois que lhe mudou o nome para RESISTO, parece-me a mim que é do verbo RESISTAR...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"olha lá, atão o que é istu? Resisto? Mas que revista éi esta?!" e repetia "Resisto!" (para ler com sotaque fortemente alentejano)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-2642826966642995095?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2642826966642995095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2642826966642995095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2642826966642995095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2642826966642995095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/sim-porque-parece-que-e-mas-nao-e.html' title='Sim, porque parece que é mas não é!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4559286180955596107</id><published>2010-03-03T19:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T19:42:24.141Z</updated><title type='text'>Ca neura!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não só porque fiz noite, nem só porque os dias estão maus, nem só porque me farto de trabalhar e ainda tenho que ir às compras e trazer as compras para casa e carregá-las à chuva, nem só porque a vida é mesmo assim para poder-mos dar o valor às coisas boas que conseguimos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terapia: fazer bolachas de cerveja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444494823514571938" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S467MiEKBKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/GFQ2oaZCi50/s320/123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;E ficaram uma delicia :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4559286180955596107?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4559286180955596107/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4559286180955596107' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4559286180955596107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4559286180955596107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/ca-neura.html' title='Ca neura!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S467MiEKBKI/AAAAAAAAA6I/GFQ2oaZCi50/s72-c/123.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2007489167575393109</id><published>2010-03-02T18:48:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:10:36.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Irrita-me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...quando vou a uma sapataria e não há o meu número!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.colcci.com.br/internacional/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444110941776786482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S41eDrJsNDI/AAAAAAAAA54/D_OxCNml07Y/s320/colcci1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E ainda por cima não consigo encontrar nenhuma imagem de jeito para por aqui e para poderem ver que as sandálias são assim qualquer coisa de fenomenal!&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/7860854660310149087-2007489167575393109?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2007489167575393109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2007489167575393109' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2007489167575393109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2007489167575393109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/03/irrita-me.html' title='Irrita-me...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S41eDrJsNDI/AAAAAAAAA54/D_OxCNml07Y/s72-c/colcci1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8685368811936109507</id><published>2010-02-21T22:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T22:41:04.283Z</updated><title type='text'>fim-de-semana-de-sofá</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O fim-de-semana avizinhava-se livre de trabalho e compromissos. Maravilha, havia planos, vamos sair, até à Serra da Estrela, boa!! (deve estar mau tempo, neve e estradas cortadas, humm esquece!) Bora ao Parque das Nações, passeamos e essas coisas... (chuva, chuva e mais chuva, humm... esquece lá isso!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sair é bom, ahh pois é, é optimo.. mas com esta chuva... hummm não me parece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440829599707305026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G1sbX8FEI/AAAAAAAAA5I/FW3R1Q2zVow/s320/74854193.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-8685368811936109507?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8685368811936109507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8685368811936109507' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8685368811936109507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8685368811936109507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/fim-de-semana-de-sofa.html' title='fim-de-semana-de-sofá'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G1sbX8FEI/AAAAAAAAA5I/FW3R1Q2zVow/s72-c/74854193.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5960462239643627397</id><published>2010-02-10T11:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:42:08.175Z</updated><title type='text'>?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S3KbQ_uGJSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/sWOywbMFBII/s1600-h/escher_dia_noite2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436578416474596642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S3KbQ_uGJSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/sWOywbMFBII/s320/escher_dia_noite2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Porque é que isto me faz lembrar as aulas de matemática do ciclo??? ;) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5960462239643627397?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5960462239643627397/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5960462239643627397' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5960462239643627397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5960462239643627397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='?'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S3KbQ_uGJSI/AAAAAAAAA5A/sWOywbMFBII/s72-c/escher_dia_noite2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4784627624767336288</id><published>2010-02-03T03:39:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T03:58:21.096Z</updated><title type='text'>Nova paixão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recentemente apaixonei-me inexplicavelmente ;) por.... estátuas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas não são uma estátuas quaisquer, são estas que aqui mostro... adoro-as. A primeira que vi foi na suiça, mas a loja estava fechada e eu pronto, não pude fazer muito. Limitei-me a fotografar a estátua, que era um anjo, e tentei depois pesquisar na net mais alguma informação. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas antes de o fazer, quando cheguei à nossa bela cidade, deparei-me com uma quantidade razoável destas estatuas na montra da papelaria Salesianos... of course!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://willowtree.info/product/bright-star"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433860278936761778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S2jzIkUhdbI/AAAAAAAAA44/-hbjRVJuUjk/s320/bright-star.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;BRIGHT-STAR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://willowtree.info/product/promise"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433859104921599234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S2jyEOxfvQI/AAAAAAAAA4w/vxfWO1g3Nw4/s320/promise.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;PROMISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Podem visitar o site &lt;a href="http://willowtree.info/"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4784627624767336288?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4784627624767336288/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4784627624767336288' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4784627624767336288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4784627624767336288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/02/nova-paixao.html' title='Nova paixão'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S2jzIkUhdbI/AAAAAAAAA44/-hbjRVJuUjk/s72-c/bright-star.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1728046735158324955</id><published>2010-01-31T19:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:48:30.873Z</updated><title type='text'>Todos os dias são bons para salvar vidas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há alturas em que curiosamente acontece o que está a acontecer nesta fase, os &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DADORES&lt;/span&gt; são de menos e as &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;NECESSIDADES&lt;/span&gt; são demais.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DAR SANGUE&lt;/span&gt; é um acto deveras nobre e é daquelas coisas que apenas quem tem boa vontade e &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DESEJO DE AJUDAR&lt;/span&gt; os outros pode fazer. Não vale a pena falar muito no assunto, todos sabemos que é uma situação que falando a verdade, uns &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEPENDEM&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BOA VONTADE&lt;/span&gt; dos outros, muitas das vezes para &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SOBREVIVER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podia relatar aqui muitos casos assim, de jovens, muito jovens e outros não tão jovens, de quem precisa por acidente ou porque a vida assim o ditou, mas isso não seria ético da minha parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433000051734466434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S2XkwwRPz4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/x07te80q2w0/s320/100131_152055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quero apenas apelar a todas as pessoas que por aqui passarem que se lembrem, todos os dias há quem dependa de uma &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;UNIDADE DE SANGUE&lt;/span&gt;. E é tão fácil &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DAR&lt;/span&gt;! Basta &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;QUERER&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hoje estou a trabalhar e o "&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;BANCO DE SANGUE&lt;/span&gt;" (frigorifico que serve para guardar as unidades de sangue), já viu melhores dias... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Obrigada a todos os que são &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DADORES&lt;/span&gt;, obrigada a todos os que virão a ser.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Boa semana para todos*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-1728046735158324955?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S2XkwwRPz4I/AAAAAAAAA4g/x07te80q2w0/s72-c/100131_152055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-7382014547858677815</id><published>2010-01-29T12:53:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:00:40.027Z</updated><title type='text'>Alice in Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S2LbKvObLoI/AAAAAAAAA4I/vwxsNzFRgXA/s1600-h/alicestill2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432145078084382338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S2LbKvObLoI/AAAAAAAAA4I/vwxsNzFRgXA/s320/alicestill2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mais um filme, de certeza, espectacular!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;de TIM BURTON com JOHNNY DEPP... claro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkuvgxkcw2c&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kkuvgxkcw2c&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-7382014547858677815?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7382014547858677815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=7382014547858677815' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7382014547858677815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7382014547858677815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/alice-in-wonderland.html' title='Alice in Wonderland'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S2LbKvObLoI/AAAAAAAAA4I/vwxsNzFRgXA/s72-c/alicestill2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8055913552129941228</id><published>2010-01-22T20:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T20:35:57.442Z</updated><title type='text'>ideias originais ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWjZX57QQDY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rWjZX57QQDY&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;e na passagem de ano também...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/615wZhPGLAA&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/615wZhPGLAA&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-8055913552129941228?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8055913552129941228/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8055913552129941228' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8055913552129941228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8055913552129941228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/ideias-originais.html' title='ideias originais ;)'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6536651034293243958</id><published>2010-01-16T22:30:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T19:34:09.131Z</updated><title type='text'>O melhor presente de aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Veio como um presente de aniversário mas acabou por ser bem mais do que isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Foi dia 6 de Outubro do ano passado que fiz 27 anos, os planos eram ir jantar fora com o marido :) só os dois, talvez sair depois disso mas nada mais, apenas um jantarinho assim pró romantico :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele é que marcou por isso só tive que me preparar e esperar que chegasse a hora. Lá fomos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao chegar ao restaurante o jantar a dois transformou-se num jantar a 15 pois a famila estava lá toda :) Foi uma bela surpresa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428151016810763122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S1SqlxguU3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/wLUHsb0QyKg/s320/DSC02968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Mas a melhor surpresa ainda estava para vir :) ... e que surpresa :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Foi o melhor presente de aniversário que já recebi. Interagir com os golfinhos, no Zoomarine. O que implicava logo à partida um fim-de-semana por terras Algarvias :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Eu ia Interagir com golfinhos... era uma coisa que nunca tinha pensado fazer. Até estava assim com um certo receio. Mas não ia sozinha :) tinha o meu primito para levar comigo. Iriamos os dois, nadar com golfinhos dia 24 de Outubro... daí a uns dias :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;O tempo, diga-se de passagem, passou a voar e o dia chegou. Fomos, a familia toda a caminho do Algarve para no dia seguinte a viagem não ser tão grande. E foi com grande entusiasmo que chegamos ao Zoomarine (entusiasmo, alguns; já eu estava mais pó nervosa)...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para vestir o fato foi logo o primeiro filme... Eu, o Tiago e a minha tia Dália, os 3 na mesma divisória... mas lá se conseguiu. Estava quase quase na hora. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427468860456549314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S1I-LDEBu8I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/Ot04PniUY90/s320/DSC03136.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A primeira meia hora foi ocupada com uma mini aula sobre golfinhos, dada por uma monitora do parque a Amélia, que explicou tudo muito muito bem e foi incansável a ajudar-me com o Tiago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;O resultado final foi este&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428162447501864338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S1S0_IJ2rZI/AAAAAAAAA3o/Wlk5mqqy2T8/s320/ana+e+tiago.png" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma experiencia a repetir... adorei e o Tiago também :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Beijinhos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-6536651034293243958?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6536651034293243958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6536651034293243958' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6536651034293243958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6536651034293243958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-melhor-presente-de-aniversario.html' title='O melhor presente de aniversário'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S1SqlxguU3I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/wLUHsb0QyKg/s72-c/DSC02968.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1772729670352590879</id><published>2010-01-11T17:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:47:34.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Começar bem :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi com uma pequena viagem que iniciei o novo ano... Estava lá bastante frio e no dia de vir embora até nevou... mas é sempre bom... e eu adoro, a Suiça :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425537528080347618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S0thotTHseI/AAAAAAAAA3I/YtXp6vV395c/s320/IMG_1573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Luzern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-1772729670352590879?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1772729670352590879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=1772729670352590879' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1772729670352590879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1772729670352590879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/comecar-bem.html' title='Começar bem :)'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S0thotTHseI/AAAAAAAAA3I/YtXp6vV395c/s72-c/IMG_1573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4226161285652997645</id><published>2010-01-09T17:41:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-11T13:08:57.203Z</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S0sipN_L6rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/btTCLZjeHeE/s1600-h/91527972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425468267622558386" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S0sipN_L6rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/btTCLZjeHeE/s320/91527972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quero desejar a todos um Feliz Ano Novo, com muitas coisas boas e que nunca vos falte saúde. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que todos os vossos desejos para 2010 se realizem e que sejam sempre muito felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Beijinhos*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4226161285652997645?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4226161285652997645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4226161285652997645' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4226161285652997645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4226161285652997645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S0sipN_L6rI/AAAAAAAAA3A/btTCLZjeHeE/s72-c/91527972.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8096553950168392849</id><published>2009-10-15T19:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T11:09:19.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro dia do resto das nossas Vidas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Aconteceu dia 19 de Setembro e para mim e para o Paulo é como se tivesse sido um dia de conto de fadas. Todos estavam presentes, a nossa familia do coração e os nossos amigos queridos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Houve momentos que nunca iremos esquecer. Realmente o casamento é uma coisa mesmo especial... se querem um conselho... CASEM!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393872421493279938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/StriY67iDMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/6Gr8QG5YFfM/s320/EO-CAS-0909-AnaPaulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Foto de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eduardooliveira.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eduardo Oliveira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Clip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luisrolo.com/blog/2009/09/ana-e-paulo-same-day-edit/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://luisrolo.com/blog/2009/09/ana-e-paulo-same-day-edit/"&gt;http://luisrolo.com/blog/2009/09/ana-e-paulo-same-day-edit/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;de Luis Rolo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Começamos a preparação desde dia talvez um ano antes de ele se realizar. Queríamos que tudo fosse perfeito, que as pessoas não achassem que o dia só era bom para os noivos mas que se divertissem e que lhes ficasse na memória e principalmente no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Foi bastante dificil. Ao longo desse ano houve momentos em que me apeteceu desistir, mas aí o Paulo, os pais e as manas, davam uma força e as coisas passavam... E se me perguntarem se valeu a pena...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Valeu! E voltava a fazer tudo de novo e talvez até mais algumas coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Os pormenores e todas as coisas a tratar são mais do que poderei aqui explicar mas não passam disso mesmo, pormenores!... coisas que daí a um tempo, por mais bonita que seja uma cerimónia ou por mais animada que seja uma festa, poucas pessoas se lembram como se lá estivessem... Isso talvez só aconteça mesmo com os noivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eu ainda me lembro, todos os dias, desse dia especial, de todas as coisas que fiz, dos sorrisos das pessoas, e das lágrimas também, isso ficou gravado no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Graças a todas as pessoas que partilharam connosco este dia e que o conseguiram tornar tão especial e a 3 profissionais da imagem, poderemos recordar para sempre este dia. Através do trabalho do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eduardooliveira.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Eduardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;, do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://luisrolo.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Luis e do Pedro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; podemos reviver os momentos de uma forma especial, como só eles os conseguem transmitir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Obrigada a toda a nossa Familia por ter estado presente e festejado connosco, aos nossos Amigos e a todas as Pessoas que trabalharam para que tudo corresse bem, como correu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Obrigada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Ana e Paulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-8096553950168392849?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8096553950168392849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8096553950168392849' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8096553950168392849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8096553950168392849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-primeiro-dia-do-resto-das-nossas.html' title='O primeiro dia do resto das nossas Vidas!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/StriY67iDMI/AAAAAAAAA2E/6Gr8QG5YFfM/s72-c/EO-CAS-0909-AnaPaulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8166295072096850048</id><published>2009-08-24T08:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T09:00:29.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste momento falta-me tempo para quase tudo o que queria poder fazer antes de ser uma senhora casada :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma delas era ir jantar com as minhas amigas (sem ser na despedida de solteira) que eu sei que andam a tramar alguma coisa nas minhas costas... pressinto-o...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joana e Tânia.. ao menos um cafézinho não...?! Vá lá que ainda temos algum tempo :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Beijocas às duas**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-8166295072096850048?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8166295072096850048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8166295072096850048' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8166295072096850048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8166295072096850048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/08/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5732697242455614536</id><published>2009-06-25T19:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T20:09:55.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>CPM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No fim de semana passado, eu e o Paulo tivemos que cumprir uma missão "espinhosa"... lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já estavamos inscritos há um tempo no CPM, &lt;em&gt;Centro de Preparação para o Matrimónio&lt;/em&gt;. Era composto por 3 reuniões, sexta-feira à noite, das 21.30 às 23.30 (depois de uma semana inteira de trabalho e pior que isso... o 1º dia da feira, eu adoro ir à feira!), sábado à tarde, das 14.30 às 17.30 (um calor do caraças, só pensavamos na piscina que tinhamos à nossa espera) e domingo de manhã das 10h às 12h (quando o pessoal quer dormir mais um bocado)... Não podia ser pior!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sexta-feira depois de jantar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paulo (de pé, na sala): &lt;em&gt;Ana, vai-te despachar para irmos embora...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ana (deitada no sofá): &lt;em&gt;Não me apetece... tou tão cansada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paulo: Vá lá... despacha-te!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado ao almoço (14h)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ana:&lt;em&gt; Tão Paulo, bora???&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paulo:&lt;em&gt; Já? Ainda só são 2 horas.. aquilo é as 2 e meia... posso acabar de almoçar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domingo de manhã (no final do CPM)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ana:&lt;em&gt; Quem me dera que houvesse mais reuniões...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Paulo:&lt;em&gt; Podes crer!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Beijinhos e bom fim-de-semana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5732697242455614536?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5732697242455614536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5732697242455614536' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5732697242455614536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5732697242455614536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/cpm.html' title='CPM'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-7623013351775819176</id><published>2009-06-05T20:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T20:35:49.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Se eu estiver a trabalhar, está Sol. Se eu estiver de folga está de chuva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para qualquer esclarecimento vão a este site: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://sweet.ua.pt/~pant29/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;leis de Murphy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7860854660310149087-7623013351775819176?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7623013351775819176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=7623013351775819176' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7623013351775819176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7623013351775819176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/06/ta-de-chuva.html' title='...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2686054248034404761</id><published>2009-05-29T12:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T12:45:33.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monólogos da Vagina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desde que soube que cá estariam novamente os "Monólogos da Vagina" que chateava o Paulo para irmos ver. Mas o tempo é tramado... passa depressa e havia muitas coisas que fazer, muito trabalho... desliguei da ideia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas ele não... e uma tarde quando vou a sair do trabalho depois de um dia extenuante tinha de presente dois bilhetes para este espectáculo no meu cacifo.. foi uma bela surpresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foi cansativo sair de Évora depois do dia de ontém, chegar lá ver a peça e voltar às tantas da noite, mas valeu cada minuto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sh_JBRYaBTI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-hm-OMETE2k/s1600-h/2518.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341208706767521074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sh_JBRYaBTI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-hm-OMETE2k/s320/2518.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Parabéns a estas três senhoras!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E um beijinho muito grande para o meu Paulinho*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&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/7860854660310149087-2686054248034404761?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2686054248034404761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2686054248034404761' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2686054248034404761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2686054248034404761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/monologos-da-vagina.html' title='Monólogos da Vagina'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sh_JBRYaBTI/AAAAAAAAA0g/-hm-OMETE2k/s72-c/2518.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-3106001199380541072</id><published>2009-05-19T20:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:41:28.295+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu e a Rita, uma grande amiga minha, todos os anos trocamos prendas de aniversário e de Natal. Não temos nenhum dia especifico para o fazer, aliás, nos ultimos anos tornou-se hábito dar as duas prendas só depois do Natal...bem depois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este ano foi na semana passada (eheheh, já ela está quase a fazer anos de novo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acho que é só mais um pretexto para marcarmos um almoço descontraído e por a conversa em dia do que outra coisa. E resulta ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Recebi duas prendinhas, claro está, das quais gostei bastante mas uma delas adorei mais que tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi um livro "A Criança Que Não Queria Falar " de Torey Hayden. Sempre gostei de ler mas ultimamente acho os livros desinteressantes, aborrecidos e teatrais... não andava com a minima paciencia para eles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coloquei o livro na mesinha de cabeceira sexta-feira à noite... talvez me apetecesse ler... não apeteceu e ele lá continuou até domingo de manhã. Nesse dia entrei ao serviço às 8 da manhã e quando estava a arrumar as coisas para levar decidi pegar no dito livro e coloca-lo na mala, não acreditando que o lesse, mas enfim... o titulo até era sugestivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nessa tarde tive pouco trabalho e decidi num intervalo começar a ler... nesse dia não o terminei mas fi-lo no dia seguinte. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Posso dizer que é totalmente viciante e aconselho vivamente a sua leitura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adorei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Obrigada Rita ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337622234237094914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/ShMLJGDtzAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/qn-xeCofBfk/s320/rapariganoqueriafalargk4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinopse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta é a história verídica e comovente da relação entre uma professora que ensina crianças com dificuldades mentais e emocionais e a sua aluna, Sheila, de seis anos, abandonada por uma mãe adolescente e que até então apenas conheceu um mundo onde foi severamente maltratada e abusada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Relatada pela própria professora, Torey Hayden, é uma história inspiradora, que nos mostra que só uma fé inabalável e um amor sem condições são capazes de chegar ao coração de uma criança aparentemente inacessível.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Considerada uma ameaça que nenhum pai nem nenhum professor querem por perto de outras crianças, Sheila dá entrada na sala de Torey, onde ficam as crianças que não se integram noutro lugar. É o princípio de uma relação que irá gerar fortes laços de afecto entre ambas, e o início de uma batalha duramente travada para esta criança desabrochar para uma vida nova de descobertas e alegria. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desde a sua publicação, em 1980, o livro já vendeu 8 500 000 exemplares no Reino Unido e foi traduzido em 27 línguas, tendo sido um bestseller em vários países.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-3106001199380541072?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/3106001199380541072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=3106001199380541072' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3106001199380541072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/3106001199380541072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/ShMLJGDtzAI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/qn-xeCofBfk/s72-c/rapariganoqueriafalargk4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1966934109298384546</id><published>2009-05-15T21:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:27:08.179+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dia de auditoria</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336149871775329826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sg3QCUdqLiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/d2ObFgrrhss/s320/10093914.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há nada como uma boa auditoria para animar o dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a auditora que pergunta sempre aquilo que não deve....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(eu acho que os auditores vêm de Marte!!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-1966934109298384546?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/1966934109298384546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=1966934109298384546' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1966934109298384546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/1966934109298384546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia-de-auditoria.html' title='dia de auditoria'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sg3QCUdqLiI/AAAAAAAAAzI/d2ObFgrrhss/s72-c/10093914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5271073931890793062</id><published>2009-05-06T19:25:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T19:45:51.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Domingo em grande</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No domingo passado realizou-se o VII passeio TT do bairro dos Canaviais. Foi uma experiencia nova para mim. Gostei bastante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Havia duas voltas diferentes, uma só para motas, quer de duas, quer de quatro rodas outra de jipes e motas. A concentração foi às 8h da manhã e a volta durou até perto das 15h com um lanche pelo meio, no castelo de Valverde.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332782400265794914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SgHZVrhMNWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/JGpjz7OOw-8/s320/4.bmp" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332782145187792850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SgHZG1R2x9I/AAAAAAAAAyw/zRAH7ZF1gak/s320/3.bmp" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332781844966661266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SgHY1W3j3JI/AAAAAAAAAyo/9RIDYFRIDkE/s320/2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332782613894031234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SgHZiHWIZ4I/AAAAAAAAAzA/Wo27ufl7kok/s320/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o próximo ano aviso com antecedência para quem quiser participar :) Beijinhos***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5271073931890793062?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5271073931890793062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5271073931890793062' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5271073931890793062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5271073931890793062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-domingo-em-grande.html' title='Um Domingo em grande'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SgHZVrhMNWI/AAAAAAAAAy4/JGpjz7OOw-8/s72-c/4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5556744079778460500</id><published>2009-04-27T11:54:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:22:22.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>olho mágico</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje lembrei-me de um livro que tive, e se calhar ainda tenho, para lá no meio dos outros tantos que li. Mas este em particular gostei bastante porque não era para ler, era para "ver" mas para ver com o nosso "Olho Mágico"...eh eh eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O próprio livro chama-se Olho Mágico e é um grande desafio para quem não conhece nem nunca viu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consiste em padrões de imagem que à primeira vista não têm nada de especial mas depois de conseguirmos aprender a técnica de visualização destas imagens podemos ver através do padrão imagens de 3 dimensões.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uma das técnicas que me ensinaram quando comecei a tentar aprender foi, colocar o nariz a tocar na imagem e depois, lentamente ir afastando a cara da imagem... Comigo resultou, não à primeira nem à segunda mas depois de muitas tentativas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boa sorte para quem quiser tentar*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagem 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329327678525898466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SfWTSaIxfuI/AAAAAAAAAx4/6qKt-zr-cyo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imagem 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329328918029896674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 354px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SfWUajpji-I/AAAAAAAAAyI/0HPH6YwQK1g/s320/Olho_06.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Imagem 3&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329329144336160114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SfWUnutLFXI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/uiLHV8LotH8/s320/Olho_01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Boa semana ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Espero respostas ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5556744079778460500?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5556744079778460500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5556744079778460500' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5556744079778460500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5556744079778460500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/olho-magico.html' title='olho mágico'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SfWTSaIxfuI/AAAAAAAAAx4/6qKt-zr-cyo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8387809377555703190</id><published>2009-04-25T12:18:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T12:25:34.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Há sempre aquelas músicas que nos dizem algo... não sabemos bem o quê.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comigo é assim com as musicas de um senhor chamado Yann Tiersen. A banda sonora do filme de que já falei outras vezes, "O fabuloso Destino de Amélie" é tocada por ele e se tiverem tempo vale a pena escutarem algumas no YOUTUBE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta que aqui coloco é das que mais gosto de ouvir, chama-se "La Noyee" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/duGbgrv9LRE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/duGbgrv9LRE&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É sem dúvida uma boa banda sonora para o fim-de-semana que se aproxima ;) ficar em casa no quentinho a ouvir estas músicas ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;* Beijinhos a todos e bom fim-de-semana *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/7860854660310149087-8387809377555703190?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8387809377555703190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8387809377555703190' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8387809377555703190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8387809377555703190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ha-sempre-aquelas-musicas-que-nos-dizem.html' title=''/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-9155547437433123491</id><published>2009-04-13T15:10:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T16:39:09.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Paços da Serra</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JA4KfgrYzwQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JA4KfgrYzwQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não foram muitas as vezes que por lá me perdi mas já quase que chegam para encher uma mão. &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Da primeira vez achei o caminho comprido, 4 horas de viagem é muito, é cansativo, as pernas ficam fartas de ir encolhidas e as costas doem...Normalmente fazemos a viagem de noite, não porque goste... simplesmente para aproveitar mais uma noite lá, já que é tão longe vamos aproveitar para ir "1 dia" mais cedo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não sei se vou conseguir descrever o sentimento que se vive lá pois é uma coisa muito genuína quase indescritivel. Os sentimentos têm muito peso, a religião é um modo de vida e um "Bem Haja" é um Obrigado.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;À chegada é paragem obrigatória a padaria, a unica que lá existe, onde comemos pão acabado de fazer, quentinho :) que bem que sabe, com manteiga.. hummm e levamos para o pequeno almoço do dia seguinte, claro!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os dias são passados na casa dos tios e primos, onde temos sempre que comer qualquer coisa em todas as "paragens" se não o fizermos até pode ser uma ofensa, mas não há problema, queijo da serra, bolinhos, chá ou café caem sempre bem. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sexta-feira à noite foi a procissão, não faltámos, pressinto que ninguém faltou, desde o mais novo ao mais velho... a banda também acompanhou, foi unico. Mas é assim mesmo nestes sitios onde parece que o tempo parou, onde parece que a unica crise é quando a geada queima a plantação ou a chuva não vem quando deve. Onde ainda se consegue viver um dia de cada vez, onde nos podemos esquecer da agitação do dia a dia, onde vemos histórias nas rugas de quem as conta....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324199933302375538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SeNboWmlhHI/AAAAAAAAAxI/sY20soQaEkY/s320/090410_184133.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Se tiverem 3 minutos passem neste site &lt;a href="http://www.pacosdaserra.com/"&gt;http://www.pacosdaserra.com/&lt;/a&gt;, se tiverem 3 dias passem por lá... vale a pena.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-9155547437433123491?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SeNboWmlhHI/AAAAAAAAAxI/sY20soQaEkY/s72-c/090410_184133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-1766988093375049647</id><published>2009-04-06T20:10:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T20:13:52.027+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPq_J9PHJ10&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SPq_J9PHJ10&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma grande careta para todos! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-6548695089276392777?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6548695089276392777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6548695089276392777' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6548695089276392777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6548695089276392777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/04/caretas.html' title='caretas!!!'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SdN6gjGgUII/AAAAAAAAAw4/YPoqDuZg5wE/s72-c/c%26h.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-9140665227696589169</id><published>2009-03-28T12:17:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T12:19:47.297Z</updated><title type='text'>Compal goiaba</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkjOm4NJgNs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zkjOm4NJgNs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossivel não rir quando vejo este anúncio... lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-9140665227696589169?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/9140665227696589169/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=9140665227696589169' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/9140665227696589169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/9140665227696589169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/compal-goiaba.html' title='Compal goiaba'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-7733173391840685782</id><published>2009-03-27T11:48:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T11:59:46.127Z</updated><title type='text'>Cartão do Cidadão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje perdi meia manhã para ser atendida no registo civil, com a finalidade de fazer o cartão do cidadão também designado cartão único ou simplesmente CU!... eheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como é obvio, alguém teve a ideia de fazer humor com estas iniciais, passo para aqui um mail que recebi há um tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E já agora quero dizer que, ao contrário do que ia à espera fui muito bem atendida e afinal não demorou tanto tempo como ia a pensar... podia ter sido a manhã toda... :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;O PS de José Sócrates vai criar um CARTÃO ÚNICO para todos os Portugueses!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Você tem inúmeros documentos e tem que decorar números como o BI, NIF, Beneficiário da Caixa, Cartão de Eleitor, Código de Multibanco, etc..., vai ficar feliz com o lançamento do CARTÃO ÚNICO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Este cartão vai acabar com a burocracia de uma vez por todas, dando a cada português um CARTÃO ÚNICO (CU).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Veja como o CU passará a ser importante na sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Inicialmente, irá usar o CU apenas para as necessidades básicas mas, com o tempo, poderá vir usufruir das várias facilidades que o CU lhe proporcionará.&lt;br /&gt;Ao requerer um empréstimo, por exemplo: é só dar o CU ao gerente do banco, que através de uma simples consulta à Central Nacional do CU, disponibilizará um montante compatível com o seu CU.&lt;br /&gt;Numa compra é só dizer ao empregado: “Meta-me no CU, por favor”. As suas compras ficarão pagas. Tudo será debitado no seu CU.&lt;br /&gt;Ao praticar um calote, deixará de ter o seu nome sujo na praça e passará a ter, sim, o CU sujo.&lt;br /&gt;Imagine a cena: O gerente do banco explicando – “O senhor desculpe-me, mas não podemos aprovar o crédito pretendido, porque o seu CU está sujo”.&lt;br /&gt;O seu CU servirá também como identificador numa operação da polícia, por exemplo: quando for mandado parar, em vez de procurar uma determinada quantidade de documentos, basta mostrar o CU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Além disso, o seu CU servirá também a causa da segurança, porque um bandido saberá que poderá ser facilmente reconhecido pelo CU, o qual será inutilizado por um período previsto na lei. Isto intimidará o larápio, porque quem tem CU tem medo.&lt;br /&gt;Também numa rusga da polícia poderá ficar prevenido, esperando com o CU na mão.&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o momento de perguntar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#666666;"&gt;“Será que estou preparado para usar o CU?”&lt;br /&gt;Se acha que sim, comece a falar do CU a toda a gente, no início vai achar estranho tanta gente a pedir-lhe o CU, mas não tenha medo, segundo José Sócrates, vai acabar por gostar de dar o CU diariamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&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/7860854660310149087-7733173391840685782?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7733173391840685782/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=7733173391840685782' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7733173391840685782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7733173391840685782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/cartao-do-cidadao.html' title='Cartão do Cidadão'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-8893349586087827385</id><published>2009-03-15T21:04:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:00:24.650Z</updated><title type='text'>Ratatouille</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta noite para o jantar, eu e a Mara aventuramo-nos numa nova receita que há muito queriamos experimentar, por termos visto o famoso filme de animação da Pixar "&lt;a href="http://disney.go.com/disneyvideos/animatedfilms/ratatouille/main.html"&gt;Ratatouille&lt;/a&gt;", que a quem não viu, aconselho vivamente que veja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Deixo-vos a receita, nada dificil de fazer, mas que demora um bocadinho de tempo :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ingredientes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 courgette cortada em rodelas finas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 berinjela cortada em rodelas finas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 tomates cortados em rodelas finas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pimenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Azeite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313529793782428882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sb1zMfXbNNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/x5wYBeEsxHo/s320/DSC02004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para o molho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 tomates sem pele e sem sementes&lt;br /&gt;1 dente de alho picado&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cebola picada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alecrim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Manjericão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tomilho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pimenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Azeite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Modo de Preparação&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fazer o molho numa panela, aquecer o azeite e refogar a cebola e o alho. Acrescente os tomates e deixar refogar 5 minutos. Acrescentar o sal, a pimenta e as ervas aromáticas picadas. Passar tudo com a varinha mágica até ficar em creme. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313534048326786546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sb13EIx2HfI/AAAAAAAAAwI/CZt5DTn3ulA/s320/DSC02006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Montar a Ratatouille&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocar no fundo de um pirex uma camada do molho de tomate. Colocar, alternadamente, rodelas de tomate, berinjela e courgette. Temperar com sal e pimenta. Regar com azeite. Cobrir com papel vegetal do tamanho do pirex, de maneira a formar uma tampa. Levar ao forno a 200°C aproximadamente 40 minutos ou até os legumes ficarem cozidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sb10RpYkxSI/AAAAAAAAAvg/4oB-Qzg9JRA/s1600-h/DSC02013.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313535717866881986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sb14lUTOQ8I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/r2hbjSs4iQ0/s320/DSC02013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313535888178861794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sb14vOww1uI/AAAAAAAAAwY/-gYqcNOFRJI/s320/DSC02016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313536063568038226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sb145cIzSVI/AAAAAAAAAwg/NXHUPoAOeOg/s320/DSC02017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;et voilá....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313533286768799682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sb12XzwRb8I/AAAAAAAAAwA/xRCcLuX5uAI/s320/DSC02020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...Bon apetit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-8893349586087827385?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/8893349586087827385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=8893349586087827385' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8893349586087827385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/8893349586087827385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/ratatouille.html' title='Ratatouille'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/Sb1zMfXbNNI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/x5wYBeEsxHo/s72-c/DSC02004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5736441187940232742</id><published>2009-03-11T19:50:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T20:10:04.880Z</updated><title type='text'>As "partidas" da vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tudo muda num segundo... O que era já não é... O que agora é... daqui a nada pode já não ser e nunca mais voltar a ser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As coisas que acontecem conseguem fazer com que experimentemos sentimentos tão distintos como revolta, tristeza, saudade... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312023961359665266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SbgZpgc0yHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YHxNW_qyqaA/s320/85271577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;...tudo ao mesmo tempo, tudo num segundo, tudo num só coração, num só ser...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5736441187940232742?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5736441187940232742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5736441187940232742' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5736441187940232742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5736441187940232742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-partidas-da-vida.html' title='As &quot;partidas&quot; da vida'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SbgZpgc0yHI/AAAAAAAAAvI/YHxNW_qyqaA/s72-c/85271577.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5042729564209958917</id><published>2009-02-08T12:32:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T12:43:17.077Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/y8FAhO3WpIY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" 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Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7071372892256110933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7071372892256110933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/01/bruno-aleixo-conversa-com-nuno-markl.html' title='Bruno Aleixo à conversa com Nuno Markl'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2504085323149759612</id><published>2009-01-16T15:30:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T15:47:26.441Z</updated><title type='text'>Entre AMIGAS...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faz alguns meses que não vinha a este agradável sitio... ;) Já tinha saudades!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No entanto não me tenho esquecido desta nossa comunidade bloguista e andei bastante tempo à procura de um assunto interessante... lol para postar! E encontrei!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um belo jantar entre AMIGAS!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291916398993113586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SXCp7VcMgfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/UAFdHut78Ik/s320/090115_223810.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como já há muito tempo não tinha... momentos descontraidos, sem pressas, sem pensar em nada... um fabuloso jantar, feito pela Joana, perú estufado e para sobremesa arroz doce... divinal e a 2ª sobremesa, feita por mim... lol "petit gateau" ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291916596995938658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SXCqG3Dv2WI/AAAAAAAAAtk/Epm6kB1IaM8/s320/090115_230752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beijinhos para vocês amoras, obrigada por tudo! Amo-vos*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-2504085323149759612?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2504085323149759612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2504085323149759612' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2504085323149759612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2504085323149759612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2009/01/faz-alguns-meses-que-no-vinha-este.html' title='Entre AMIGAS...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SXCp7VcMgfI/AAAAAAAAAtc/UAFdHut78Ik/s72-c/090115_223810.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-2516817778230661150</id><published>2008-10-09T14:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:28:08.937+01:00</updated><title type='text'>6 de Outubro</title><content type='html'>.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SO4Gffc9ofI/AAAAAAAAAf0/uFJRMY2j7rA/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255144953276637682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SO4Gffc9ofI/AAAAAAAAAf0/uFJRMY2j7rA/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SO4E4S9i3JI/AAAAAAAAAfs/vL9xxmlu4F0/s1600-h/426083.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já lá vai mais um aninho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-2516817778230661150?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/2516817778230661150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=2516817778230661150' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2516817778230661150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/2516817778230661150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2008/10/6-de-outubro.html' title='6 de Outubro'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SO4Gffc9ofI/AAAAAAAAAf0/uFJRMY2j7rA/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-528222587074912148</id><published>2008-09-19T09:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:58:38.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esses dias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Hoje como em quase todos os dias e já há cinco anos, acordei cedo, saí de casa à pressa para chegar a tempo de "picar o ponto" às 8h, fiz o rapidamente o caminho ou tentei porque hoje estava um nevoeiro quase cerrado ali para os lados da "Républica Independente dos Canaviais"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Bom, quando cheguei perto da minha rotunda preferida desta cidade, e que não é só MINHA preferida, há quem goste tanto dela que insiste em "estacionar lá dentro", falo da rotunda que fica ao fundo da rampa do seminário, quando cheguei aí vi uma imensidão de alunos que se dirigiam para a escola Gabriel Pereira, nada de especial, mas foi uma coisa que me deixou a pensar... um dia já fiz aquele trajecto e hoje faço outro que passa perto daquele, será que daqui a um tempo farei outro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Seja como for, fiquei com saudades daquele tempo, do toque do feriado, dos amigos que via todos os dias e agora anda, cada um para seu lado, das escapadelas até as lojas com as amigas, até dos profs e dos testes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;É das tais coisas, como se costuma dizer, só damos valor quando passamos por elas e nos apercebemos que o tempo já não volta atrás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Há um poema que me faz lembrar essa altura da nossa vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Rosa branca ao peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Teu corpinho adolescente cheira a princípio do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda está por soprar a brisa que há-de agitar a tua seara.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda está por romper a seara que há-de rasgar o teu solo fecundo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda está por arrotear o solo que há-de sorver a água clara.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda está por ascender a nuvem que há-de chover a tua chuva.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda está por arder o sol que há-de evaporar a água da tua nuvem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo te espera desde o princípio do mundo:&lt;br /&gt;a doce brisa, a verde seara, o solo fecundo.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo te espera desde o princípio de tudo:&lt;br /&gt;a água clara, a fofa nuvem, o sol agudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu sabes, tu sabes tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és como a doce brisa, a verde seara e o solo fecundo&lt;br /&gt;que sabem tudo desde o princípio do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és como a água clara, a fofa nuvem e o sol agudo&lt;br /&gt;que desde o princípio do mundo sabem tudo.&lt;br /&gt;O teu cabelo sabe que há-de crescer&lt;br /&gt;e que há-de ser louro.&lt;br /&gt;As tuas lágrimas sabem que hão-de correr&lt;br /&gt;nas horas de choro&lt;br /&gt;Os teus peitos sabem que hão-de estremecer&lt;br /&gt;no dia do riso.&lt;br /&gt;O teu rosto sabe que há-de enrubescer&lt;br /&gt;quando for preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te sentires perdida&lt;br /&gt;fecha os olhos e sorri.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo da Vida&lt;br /&gt;que a Vida vive por si.&lt;br /&gt;Tu és como a doce brisa, a verde seara e o solo fecundo&lt;br /&gt;que sabem tudo desde o princípio do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;tu és como a água clara, a fofa nuvem e o sol agudo.&lt;br /&gt;A tua inocência sabe tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(António Gedeão)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-528222587074912148?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/528222587074912148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=528222587074912148' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/528222587074912148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/528222587074912148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/esses-dias.html' title='Esses dias...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-6224016427870697090</id><published>2008-09-13T10:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T10:57:58.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sultans of Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dire Straits foi uma banda de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;ock Britânica formada em 1977 por &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mark Knopfler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;guitarra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;vocais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;), seu irmão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;David Knopfler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (guitarra), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;John Illsley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;baixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;) e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Pick Withers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bateria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;). Embora formada em uma época em que o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;punk rock&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; reinava absoluto, decidiram lidar com as convenções do rock clássico, firmando-se numa sonoridade mais leve, que agradou ao público cansado do som superproduzido do rock dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anos 70&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. Não tardou para que a banda se tornasse conhecida mundialmente, ganhando o status de disco de platina logo no seu primeiro álbum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Entre as suas canções mais conhecidas estão "Sultans of Swing", "Once Upon a Time in The West", "Romeo and Juliet", "Private Investigations", "So Far Away", "Money for Nothing", "Walk of Life", "Your Latest Trick" e "Brothers in Arms".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SEULZIHru0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_SEULZIHru0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Apesar do grande sucesso, a banda terminou sem estardalhaços em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;1995&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;, quando Mark Knopfler expressou o desejo de não mais fazer turnés em larga escala, passando imediatamente a se dedicar integralmente à sua carreira solo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dire_Straits"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dire_Straits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqyKIAaEboE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oqyKIAaEboE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É uma das bandas que mais gosto e que continuo a ouvir sempre sem me fartar das musicas, espero que também gostem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;... a voz e a guitarra estão iguais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-6224016427870697090?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/6224016427870697090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=6224016427870697090' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6224016427870697090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/6224016427870697090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/sultans-of-swing.html' title='Sultans of Swing'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-4591269360032894469</id><published>2008-09-02T12:31:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T12:42:47.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"love is..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje acordei com uma ideia no pensamento, daquelas com que acordamos às vezes e não sabemos porquê... lembram-se de uns bonecos despidos dos quais havia uma colecção de cromos e pastilhas elásticas que davam pelo nome de "love is..."?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu lembro-me e ainda hoje associo isso à escola primária quando a minha mãe me ia levar depois do almoço e com o café que ela bebia comprava-me sempre umas pastilhas elásticas cor-de-rosa que tinham desenhados esses bonecos e das quais eu lhe pedia sempre para me dizer o que estava lá escrito e ela com uma paciencia enorme lá me ia dizendo o que estava em inglês nas benditas pastilhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu achava e ainda hoje acho bastante piada por os bonecos estarem nus e mesmo assim não ter maldade nenhuma e até serem para entertenimento infantil... hoje em dia já não se veêm coisas destas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É pena.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0lzFrRGAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ycEk5RxRwVA/s1600-h/love+is+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241387100956334082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0lzFrRGAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ycEk5RxRwVA/s320/love+is+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0ltN0YP3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/CAvNIsVqf3c/s1600-h/love+is+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241387000062820210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0ltN0YP3I/AAAAAAAAAe8/CAvNIsVqf3c/s320/love+is+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0lkoPD0JI/AAAAAAAAAes/hpFAx3gLjRs/s1600-h/love+is+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241386852535226514" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0lkoPD0JI/AAAAAAAAAes/hpFAx3gLjRs/s320/love+is+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0mPb9MetI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-7BrnZ0obys/s1600-h/love+is+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241387587973446354" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0mPb9MetI/AAAAAAAAAfM/-7BrnZ0obys/s320/love+is+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-4591269360032894469?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/4591269360032894469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=4591269360032894469' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4591269360032894469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/4591269360032894469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2008/09/love-is.html' title='&quot;love is...&quot;'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SL0lzFrRGAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/ycEk5RxRwVA/s72-c/love+is+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-7110957261971461013</id><published>2008-08-21T22:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T23:03:30.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>De volta ao trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foram alguns dias de férias que passaram à velocidade de um furacão. Mas foram muito boas, inesqueciveis até... por momentos que passei, por coisas que aconteceram, por tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Entre a piscina, a Praia da Rocha e a Praia da Manta Rota os dias foram passando, as noites também foram passando entre bares, discotecas ao ar livre ou não, até um banho na noite de Lua cheia na praia, obrigada por estes maravilhosos dias...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 426px; HEIGHT: 320px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-98.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=ok&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=2522015791335178392&amp;amp;site=widget-98.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div style="WIDTH: 426px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ok&amp;amp;ct=1&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791335178392&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-98.slide.com/d1/2522015791335178392/ok_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=ok&amp;amp;ct=1&amp;amp;at=un&amp;amp;id=2522015791335178392&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://widget-98.slide.com/d2/2522015791335178392/ok_t062_v000_s0un_f00/images/xslide2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas vai haver mais...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-7110957261971461013?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/7110957261971461013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=7110957261971461013' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7110957261971461013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/7110957261971461013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2008/08/de-volta-ao-trabalho.html' title='De volta ao trabalho'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-110622245619474849</id><published>2008-07-30T22:26:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T23:37:27.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aconteceu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SJDpfLQRi0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/DLnXo2pQSJw/s1600-h/Ana++Moura+7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228935889183411010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SJDpfLQRi0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/DLnXo2pQSJw/s320/Ana++Moura+7.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ana Moura, Monsaraz, 19 de Julho de 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WBF2YlfgDxQ&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Aconteceu... &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não estava à tua espera,&lt;br /&gt;E tu não me procuravas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabias quem eu era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava ali,&lt;br /&gt;Só porque tinha que estar,&lt;br /&gt;E tu chegaste,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tinhas que chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhei p'ra ti,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo inteiro parou,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse instante a minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...a minha vida mudou!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero que gostem de ouvir este fado... ao vivo é muito bonito, e cantado pela Ana Moura, nem se fala...&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/7860854660310149087-110622245619474849?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/110622245619474849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=110622245619474849' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/110622245619474849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/110622245619474849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2008/07/ana-moura-monsaraz-museu-aberto.html' title='Aconteceu...'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_KMSvZpGci60/SJDpfLQRi0I/AAAAAAAAAeU/DLnXo2pQSJw/s72-c/Ana++Moura+7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7860854660310149087.post-5978312652141616224</id><published>2008-07-26T14:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T14:21:46.710+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RODA PÉ no You Tube</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora já podem ver e ouvir alguns temas do RODA PÉ. Esta actuação foi no Fórum Eugénio de Almeida e os videos estão disponiveis no YOUTUBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero que gostem tanto de ouvir estes temas como eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá vem Aurora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzvn6pE6xXo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/yzvn6pE6xXo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campainhas Amarelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN3YmfNPnvI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NN3YmfNPnvI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machadinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vfo1dlvL7DU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vfo1dlvL7DU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moda dos Dois Passos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2oN0NH8mg8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z2oN0NH8mg8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos a todos*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7860854660310149087-5978312652141616224?l=estes-momentos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/feeds/5978312652141616224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7860854660310149087&amp;postID=5978312652141616224' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5978312652141616224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7860854660310149087/posts/default/5978312652141616224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estes-momentos.blogspot.com/2008/07/agora-j-podem-ver-e-ouvir-alguns-temas.html' title='RODA PÉ no You Tube'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15657145568546130201</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KMSvZpGci60/S4G5oAbBJHI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/aMmqGvi_zPo/S220/IMG_1959.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
