<?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-8756493980471922382</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:03:47.999Z</updated><title type='text'>Há Sombra Naquela Miragem</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-2894804001407266498</id><published>2012-01-19T15:52:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:59:04.833Z</updated><title type='text'>Sede de ser!!</title><content type='html'>E surge uma ansiedade que me diz “Sê algo único, luta por algo diferente...” e um tremer repetido me faz questionar se sou ou não realmente capaz.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar com a perfeição inatingível neste mundo hipócrita e de aparências, sentir que na verdade não pertenço aqui... Quero ser mais, quero ser maior!&lt;br /&gt;Não obrigatoriamente um luxo continuo de vida de gente rica... mas algo único, que surpreenda, que envolva as outras pessoas da forma mais mágica e perfeita, como eu a estou a sentir!!&lt;br /&gt;Criar... Fazer algo meu e só meu,  mas que os outros também o sintam como seu!&lt;br /&gt;A magia da imaginação é o poder do homem, é a arma que nos poderá fazer vencer na realidade crua que é a vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar com olhos de ver...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir com o tacto apurado...&lt;br /&gt;Viver as experiências mais incríveis!&lt;br /&gt;Respirar... e perceber que o que sonhamos poderá ser real.&lt;br /&gt;Desenhar cuidadosamente a história que um dia vou ter para contar!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-2894804001407266498?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2894804001407266498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2012/01/sede-de-ser.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/2894804001407266498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/2894804001407266498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2012/01/sede-de-ser.html' title='Sede de ser!!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-5629591001181339834</id><published>2011-06-08T16:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T16:45:04.425+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tempo</title><content type='html'>Existe quem sinta que o tempo voa...&lt;br /&gt;ou que o tempo não chega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe quem não aproveita o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;deixa-o voar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe quem veja o tempo como solução para tudo,&lt;br /&gt;e nada muda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe quem no tempo veja a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;que mais tarde pode encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe quem faça do tempo algo infinito,&lt;br /&gt;incrivelmente alucinante!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existe quem pare no tempo...sem se dar conta que o tempo está sempre a passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q59p_g1ResQ/Te-V9QmkqdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_2fTNxsLGbc/s1600/tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q59p_g1ResQ/Te-V9QmkqdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_2fTNxsLGbc/s400/tempo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615872140015610322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-5629591001181339834?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5629591001181339834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-tempo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5629591001181339834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5629591001181339834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-tempo.html' title='O Tempo'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q59p_g1ResQ/Te-V9QmkqdI/AAAAAAAAAOc/_2fTNxsLGbc/s72-c/tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-995959386475248614</id><published>2011-03-11T18:43:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-11T19:00:27.915Z</updated><title type='text'>A crise dos 25...</title><content type='html'>Existem as famosas crises em determinadas idades, e aos 25 anos? Existe alguma conhecida crise??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em determinadas alturas, sendo ou não uma crise, as pessoas sentem uma misteriosa vontade de mudar, de fazer novas coisas e de viver novas emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida é tão curta que se a estabilidade se apodera de nós vamos deixar de ter magnificas histórias para contar aos nossos filhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os 25 tem um aspecto que a mim me parece característico, faltam 5 anos para chegar aos 30... Parece que os 30 é a linha que obriga a uma estabilidade e uma conduta diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta variação surpreendente faz-me sentir que tenho 5 anos para viver experiências novas, novas culturas, novos trabalhos, novas casas e cidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar o suficiente para viver tranquilamente o resto da vida, pensando "Ufa... Não deixei nada por fazer" (quando no fundo deixei inúmeras coisas, mas sinto-me tranquila!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser humano é  inconstante do que toca a estabilidade, mas mais ainda se não sentir que viveu, se não estiver feliz e realizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada se perde, nada se muda e o que tiver de ficar... FICARÁ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOR2KCqwII/TXptjHpTVtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qfkYNsVYU1Q/s1600/20081223083746.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOR2KCqwII/TXptjHpTVtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qfkYNsVYU1Q/s400/20081223083746.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582895138194282194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJxgjigHcaY/TXpttRbOxcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SbCjbzzWjvo/s1600/tumblr_lfsuqrfTLt1qdbehno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJxgjigHcaY/TXpttRbOxcI/AAAAAAAAAOI/SbCjbzzWjvo/s400/tumblr_lfsuqrfTLt1qdbehno1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582895312618309058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-995959386475248614?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/995959386475248614/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2011/03/crise-dos-25.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/995959386475248614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/995959386475248614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2011/03/crise-dos-25.html' title='A crise dos 25...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vIOR2KCqwII/TXptjHpTVtI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qfkYNsVYU1Q/s72-c/20081223083746.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-5932359459762754619</id><published>2011-03-10T13:40:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-10T16:34:02.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu e o Meu País</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma grande ausência, volto com...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De distrito em distrito&lt;br /&gt;De freguesia em freguesia&lt;br /&gt;E quando os teus braços chegam aos meus&lt;br /&gt;Nós somos só um&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e o meu país&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que me amavas, adoravas, entendias&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que me querias me estimavas, percebias&lt;br /&gt;E se à noite me sorris, De dia pouco me falas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna dancing with myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é tanta a rotunda que já nem sei chegar a ti&lt;br /&gt;Neste silencio, neste pantanal&lt;br /&gt;Sou turista acidental&lt;br /&gt;Neste anuncio, neste postal&lt;br /&gt;Sou turista acidental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e tu, tu oh tu meu país&lt;br /&gt;Mas e tu, tu oh tu meu país diz-me&lt;br /&gt;Onde ficas tu neste postal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(O´questrada)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3TxMJzZv3U/TXjV2B2gyCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TdDJnjdngEo/s1600/los-tranvias-una-autentica-postal-de-lisboa-300x225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3TxMJzZv3U/TXjV2B2gyCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TdDJnjdngEo/s400/los-tranvias-una-autentica-postal-de-lisboa-300x225.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582446862312458274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8756493980471922382-5932359459762754619?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5932359459762754619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-meu-pais.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5932359459762754619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5932359459762754619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-meu-pais.html' title='Eu e o Meu País'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C3TxMJzZv3U/TXjV2B2gyCI/AAAAAAAAAN4/TdDJnjdngEo/s72-c/los-tranvias-una-autentica-postal-de-lisboa-300x225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-1233296693151616916</id><published>2009-11-26T00:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-26T17:30:07.586Z</updated><title type='text'>O Retiro a Preto e Branco</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3SiwGG8EI/AAAAAAAAANY/pj93sXfDh_c/s1600/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3SiwGG8EI/AAAAAAAAANY/pj93sXfDh_c/s400/6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408210222009741378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3SikvHXQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_PGwazlgRhI/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3SikvHXQI/AAAAAAAAANQ/_PGwazlgRhI/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408210218960510210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3SiaFp23I/AAAAAAAAANI/PdsmHQve7y0/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3SiaFp23I/AAAAAAAAANI/PdsmHQve7y0/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408210216102255474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3ShyLdUuI/AAAAAAAAANA/zKx_hVKnX_E/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3ShyLdUuI/AAAAAAAAANA/zKx_hVKnX_E/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408210205389181666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3ShvyZoJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/e3ZZ8V3yNBc/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3ShvyZoJI/AAAAAAAAAM4/e3ZZ8V3yNBc/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408210204747210898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vida não chega...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dois lírios sobre a mesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma janela aberta sobre o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trago em mim a certeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De quem espera pelo teu voltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um cheirinho a café&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fotografias caídas pelo chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E no ar uma canção&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trás-me uma recordação &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho tanto por dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto por te contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho o céu e tenho o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tanto para te dar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que a vida não chega&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho um poema escrito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guardado num lugar perto do mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho o olhar no infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E suspiro devagar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo aqui parou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde que te foste embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Só a saudade ficou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já não aguento tanta demora! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-1233296693151616916?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1233296693151616916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-retiro-preto-e-branco.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1233296693151616916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1233296693151616916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-retiro-preto-e-branco.html' title='O Retiro a Preto e Branco'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sw3SiwGG8EI/AAAAAAAAANY/pj93sXfDh_c/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-5691060989987295685</id><published>2009-10-30T19:29:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-10-30T19:59:19.915Z</updated><title type='text'>Una noche loca en Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutEOZ1xV5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/zCD9pHKk_9k/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutEOZ1xV5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/zCD9pHKk_9k/s400/5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483592578946962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutEOFw3DBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u8BpVWXmbPE/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutEOFw3DBI/AAAAAAAAAMo/u8BpVWXmbPE/s400/4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483587189640210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutEN61KllI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y_bvrc08QoI/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutEN61KllI/AAAAAAAAAMg/Y_bvrc08QoI/s400/3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483584254907986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutENoUIg9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/8hLYxzRCqaw/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutENoUIg9I/AAAAAAAAAMY/8hLYxzRCqaw/s400/2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483579284521938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutENo01hPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dRQ_wOGa-Zo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutENo01hPI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/dRQ_wOGa-Zo/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398483579421689074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;La noche, las copas, la buena gente, el loco, la música, la mente abierta ... algunas de las calificaciones de lo que está pasando aquí!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-5691060989987295685?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5691060989987295685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-noche-loca-en-madrid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5691060989987295685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5691060989987295685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/10/una-noche-loca-en-madrid.html' title='Una noche loca en Madrid'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SutEOZ1xV5I/AAAAAAAAAMw/zCD9pHKk_9k/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-4796886406473137399</id><published>2009-10-19T23:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T23:58:48.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Xuxus em Madrid =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Stzubrc-SxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ru8mWLmNus4/s1600-h/DSC04244.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Stzubrc-SxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ru8mWLmNus4/s400/DSC04244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394448612971137810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/StzubDvjAqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SdwyMgbnPvc/s1600-h/DSC04232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/StzubDvjAqI/AAAAAAAAAMA/SdwyMgbnPvc/s400/DSC04232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394448602311623330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Stzuas1v4hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GOPaSswsNJo/s1600-h/DSC04222.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Stzuas1v4hI/AAAAAAAAAL4/GOPaSswsNJo/s400/DSC04222.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394448596163617298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/StzuaKweokI/AAAAAAAAALw/75Ru-gI6gDk/s1600-h/DSC04215.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/StzuaKweokI/AAAAAAAAALw/75Ru-gI6gDk/s400/DSC04215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394448587014709826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/StzuZvoNBQI/AAAAAAAAALo/-xE82fqlPrU/s1600-h/DSC042081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/StzuZvoNBQI/AAAAAAAAALo/-xE82fqlPrU/s400/DSC042081.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394448579732243714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madrid recebeu uma visita especial... ahah&lt;div&gt;Vejam como estamos bonitos no parque do retiro e nos nossos passeios nocturnos! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada pela tua visita, adorei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-4796886406473137399?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4796886406473137399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/10/xuxus-em-madrid.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4796886406473137399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4796886406473137399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/10/xuxus-em-madrid.html' title='Xuxus em Madrid =)'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Stzubrc-SxI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Ru8mWLmNus4/s72-c/DSC04244.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-5094977053962469305</id><published>2009-10-06T00:36:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T01:40:08.953+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joana @ Madrid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqQRSwq59I/AAAAAAAAALg/lQ3f1mcxqww/s1600-h/blog9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqOBmzARkI/AAAAAAAAAK4/oaHAT8m8MrI/s400/blog4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389276062347707970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqOBIRNjEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GimFBlNASEY/s1600-h/blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqOBIRNjEI/AAAAAAAAAKw/GimFBlNASEY/s400/blog3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389276054152907842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqOAz1ndJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eQt6vUfVSwY/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqOAz1ndJI/AAAAAAAAAKo/eQt6vUfVSwY/s400/blog2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389276048668456082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqKRYLexcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EzQajxiSEnI/s1600-h/blog1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqKRYLexcI/AAAAAAAAAKg/EzQajxiSEnI/s400/blog1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389271935255233986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora de uma forma diferente... Noutra cidade, noutra casa, mas no coração com as pessoas de sempre!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não estava a conseguir por fotos mas encolhi-as... e surpresa! Cá estão elas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por aqui está tudo bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje acabei os últimos pormenores da re-decoração, embora esteja aqui visível ao vivo é bem mais giro, têm de vir ver com os vossos próprios olhos!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hasta Luego Chicos! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-5094977053962469305?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5094977053962469305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/10/joana-madrid.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5094977053962469305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5094977053962469305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/10/joana-madrid.html' title='Joana @ Madrid'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SsqQRSwq59I/AAAAAAAAALg/lQ3f1mcxqww/s72-c/blog9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-1275670931760786087</id><published>2009-09-15T03:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T03:40:13.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um lugar à beira Tejo plantado!</title><content type='html'>Falamos de um caso pertinente, actual e pouco abordado pelo menos na sua verdadeira ascensão.&lt;div&gt;Não quero fazer disto uma discussão partidária, até porque nem é esse o caso que me parece relevante, mas saliento a abordagem de António Costa no programa 5 para a meia noite à cerca do desfecho das docas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falamos de uma zona turística, agradável e que cria movimento na nossa zona ribeirinha, falamos de bastantes restaurantes e de espaços nocturno activos... Fará sentido ponderar "eliminar" este espaço em prol de contentores com tantos espaços inactivos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questiono-me à cerca desta luta de interesses que passa por despercebida em prol de supostos benefícios mal especificados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Homenageio Luís Filipe Borges pela sua abordagem e pela relevância dada a este tema tão pertinente.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-45ee617e9480207a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45ee617e9480207a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331913102%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B0F2A8CD9BAE0A1862F494588B929F110192337.61F5BCAD3FFCF96A4C005FC8608A1895385AC07C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45ee617e9480207a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC7Ytd9kdD3Qlo1-zvoopHLnv1Uo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D45ee617e9480207a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331913102%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4B0F2A8CD9BAE0A1862F494588B929F110192337.61F5BCAD3FFCF96A4C005FC8608A1895385AC07C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D45ee617e9480207a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DC7Ytd9kdD3Qlo1-zvoopHLnv1Uo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-1275670931760786087?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=45ee617e9480207a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1275670931760786087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-lugar-beira-tejo-plantado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1275670931760786087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1275670931760786087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-lugar-beira-tejo-plantado.html' title='Um lugar à beira Tejo plantado!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-667317776086837922</id><published>2009-08-28T02:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T02:58:47.920+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Proibido!</title><content type='html'>Depois de uma grande ausência, volto com um pedido de sugestão!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Questiono o que é um amor proibido? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que alguém pode proibir este tipo de emoções, de sensações...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olhar e pensar em alguém que à partida já se sabe de ante mão que é um "fruto" proibido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terá isso mais emoção...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo de nada em concreto, falo apenas por falar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias nos cruzamos com inúmeras pessoas, umas apenas por que sim, outras que fazem algum sentido e outras que embora nem uma palavra cruzemos nos fazem suspirar e passar melhor o dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volto a salientar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo de ninguém em concreto, mas falo de um alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo de um amigo, mas falo de um conhecido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo de um constante, mas sim de um pontual!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algo que nos faz sorrir sem sabermos porque, que nos faz pensar sem o nome sabermos, que nos dá vontade de viver!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AHAHAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um incógnito!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Volto sempre na ânsia de uma emoção! =)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-667317776086837922?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/667317776086837922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-proibido.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/667317776086837922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/667317776086837922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/08/amor-proibido.html' title='Amor Proibido!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-4903389177231937761</id><published>2009-08-03T03:01:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T10:21:41.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reaparecer!</title><content type='html'>Existem momentos em que sem razão aparente, "voltamos" ao mundo e tudo o que está em nosso redor, toma agora proporções diferentes.&lt;div&gt;Parece que basta um click para que a vida nos surpreenda, nos transforme e nos ensine a crescer, uma subida vertiginosa surge então deixando lá ao longe as memórias do passado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdi uma estrela, mas no fundo, fiquei com a luz que ela me havia transmitido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agradeço às meninas pela noite de ontem, simplesmente genial... e claro por toda a dedicação desta semana! Agradeço os presentes, as surpresas e a companhia (aos meninos também, claro)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo aqui...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, -webkit-fantasy;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BjHURhckiI8&amp;amp;hl=en&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/BjHURhckiI8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre;font-size:-webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora já vão poder aprender a letra para cantarmos no jipe a caminho da tour! AHAAH&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-4903389177231937761?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4903389177231937761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/08/reaparecer.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4903389177231937761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4903389177231937761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/08/reaparecer.html' title='Reaparecer!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-8162789048526896955</id><published>2009-07-23T15:12:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T15:51:23.973+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Está mesmo à nossa volta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-126010a6ab221d6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0126010a6ab221d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331913102%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D235A34867A4241D5CF6E635C8AA15D63C558AB.7F55AD6EA8FCB5D2CCB73A01384168A484DE173C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D126010a6ab221d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOeHp5h4p7r2lSGzy5o4KMHpIVDI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0126010a6ab221d6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331913102%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1D235A34867A4241D5CF6E635C8AA15D63C558AB.7F55AD6EA8FCB5D2CCB73A01384168A484DE173C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D126010a6ab221d6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOeHp5h4p7r2lSGzy5o4KMHpIVDI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;É evidentemente uma recriação... Mas está presente todos os dias, à nossa volta, quando às vezes nem conta damos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Deixo-vos um trabalho de realização cinematográfica (UCP)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Um elenco de Luxo, uma produção fantástica mas não subestimem a realização, está de génio!! AHAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Obrigada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-8162789048526896955?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/8162789048526896955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/07/esta-mesmo-nossa-volta.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8162789048526896955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8162789048526896955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/07/esta-mesmo-nossa-volta.html' title='Está mesmo à nossa volta...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-8366425281667809061</id><published>2009-07-08T00:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T00:34:10.361+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Os vip´s no Camping</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbT3bbl7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/IsqcW4BHzKE/s1600-h/IMG_1497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbT3bbl7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/IsqcW4BHzKE/s400/IMG_1497.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355865516216653746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbTQUH0LI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wFB0Ku_ANgI/s1600-h/IMG_1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbTQUH0LI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wFB0Ku_ANgI/s400/IMG_1492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355865505717014706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbTPmqeKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wbZacivoQn4/s1600-h/IMG_1526.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbTPmqeKI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wbZacivoQn4/s400/IMG_1526.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355865505526347938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbSqzkDNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/a7zhjcRJC5Y/s1600-h/IMG_1524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbSqzkDNI/AAAAAAAAAKA/a7zhjcRJC5Y/s400/IMG_1524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355865495648341202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbSTSdZlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XWK40-Ze-FM/s1600-h/IMG_1470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbSTSdZlI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/XWK40-Ze-FM/s400/IMG_1470.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355865489335477842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sol, Paria, Reggae, Amigos, Cerveja, Tenda Vip, Camping, Electro, Drum&amp;amp;Bass, Daikiri, Miúdas, Miúdos, CHUVA!&lt;div&gt;Hum... e o mais importante fez de mim uma verdadeira Angelina Jolie! AH AH AH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-8366425281667809061?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/8366425281667809061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-vips-no-camping.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8366425281667809061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8366425281667809061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/07/os-vips-no-camping.html' title='Os vip´s no Camping'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlPbT3bbl7I/AAAAAAAAAKY/IsqcW4BHzKE/s72-c/IMG_1497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-4808053328995361938</id><published>2009-07-06T17:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T18:12:48.291+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há Amores assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlIu9X9Y7cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IGX0htx7zkk/s1600-h/DSC04026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlIu9X9Y7cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IGX0htx7zkk/s400/DSC04026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355394538835340738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amores assim&lt;div&gt;Que nunca têm início&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muito menos têm fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na esquina de uma rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ou num banco de jardim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando menos esperamos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há amores assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não demores tanto assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto espero o céu azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cai a chuva sobre mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me importo com mais nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se és direito ou avesso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tu fores o meu final &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu serei o teu começo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou ganhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem me lamentar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou pronta a saltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cabeça contra o mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vou medir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem julgar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero arriscar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho encontro marcado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem tempo nem lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Je t´aime, j´adore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amor nunca se escolhe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sei que vais reparar em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo te quiero tanto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E converso com o meu santo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu rezo e até peço em latim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem lágrima caída&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou dona da minha vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem nada mais nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DE BEM COM A VIDA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Donna Maria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de uma ausência, deixo um poema que eleva um "suspiro" de um Amor!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Imagem da Costa ao anoitecer, estou feita uma artista...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-4808053328995361938?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4808053328995361938/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-amores-assim.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4808053328995361938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4808053328995361938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/07/ha-amores-assim.html' title='Há Amores assim...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SlIu9X9Y7cI/AAAAAAAAAJw/IGX0htx7zkk/s72-c/DSC04026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-1065324542096301668</id><published>2009-06-22T17:30:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:32:56.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Santos Populares</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Santo António, Santo António&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que bonito que tu és&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou-te comprar um manjerico&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E vou pô-lo a teus pés"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Nas noites de calor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou para a rua festejar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cantar ao desafio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para a malta alegrar"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yvqeSQdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0l8jgwHsB4M/s1600-h/DSC03864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yvqeSQdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0l8jgwHsB4M/s400/DSC03864.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350191414264349138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yvBtu-fI/AAAAAAAAAJg/F3HT_MPy92g/s1600-h/DSC03856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yvBtu-fI/AAAAAAAAAJg/F3HT_MPy92g/s400/DSC03856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350191403323292146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yu1lNZiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EiQn72paSb4/s1600-h/DSC03848.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yu1lNZiI/AAAAAAAAAJY/EiQn72paSb4/s400/DSC03848.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350191400066311714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yurfMAaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HmhT7xsy1RI/s1600-h/DSC03828.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yurfMAaI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/HmhT7xsy1RI/s400/DSC03828.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350191397356700066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yuRxVbgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wTdhzy7NCTU/s1600-h/DSC03823.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yuRxVbgI/AAAAAAAAAJI/wTdhzy7NCTU/s400/DSC03823.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350191390453493250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para variar surge com uma semana de atraso... eh eh&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-1065324542096301668?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1065324542096301668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/santos-populares.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1065324542096301668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1065324542096301668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/santos-populares.html' title='Santos Populares'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sj-yvqeSQdI/AAAAAAAAAJo/0l8jgwHsB4M/s72-c/DSC03864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-880855236237587358</id><published>2009-06-16T04:31:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T04:58:31.224+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reciclar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; line-height: 100%; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; line-height: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;Reciclar apresenta inúmeros benefícios, melhora a nossa qualidade de vida, diminui a poluição, no entanto, reflecte-se não só ao nível ambiental como até mesmo económico, um dos problemas mais debatidos nos dias de hoje. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; line-height: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;Deixo-vos um anúncio, que todos se vão lembrar, o Gerevásio consegui e nós deviamos pelo menos começar a tentar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; line-height: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; line-height: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/x9Frmy9oqE8&amp;amp;hl=en&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/x9Frmy9oqE8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; line-height: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; line-height: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Um passo importante na vida de cada um de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify" style="margin-top: 3px; margin-right: 20px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; line-height: 100%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Não sendo eu uma das pessoas mais assíduas do que refere a este tema, no entanto, dei por mim, às 4 da manhã agarrada ao ecoponto a "desfazer" cartão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Agradeço ao "outro indivíduo" que alinhou comigo nisto. Eh eh Merecedor de fotografia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Fica tudo tão mais bonito, quando arrumadinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/8756493980471922382-880855236237587358?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/880855236237587358/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/reciclar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/880855236237587358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/880855236237587358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/reciclar.html' title='Reciclar'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-629819792255961069</id><published>2009-06-15T03:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T03:59:47.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Concerto de NBC...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SjW4G-42w1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/o5Vx6YDqY24/s1600-h/DSC03801.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SjW4G-42w1I/AAAAAAAAAIw/o5Vx6YDqY24/s400/DSC03801.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347382562672526162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SjW4G77V9cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xB5TayOm0cg/s1600-h/DSC03800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SjW4G77V9cI/AAAAAAAAAIo/xB5TayOm0cg/s400/DSC03800.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347382561877652930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SjW4GvX5TiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ai9LwttswTs/s1600-h/DSC03796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SjW4GvX5TiI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Ai9LwttswTs/s400/DSC03796.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347382558507748898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);  font-weight: bold; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Disseram-me um dia assim: tu és diferente&lt;br /&gt;e a partir de hoje tu tens que sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueceram-se que também era gente&lt;br /&gt;e obrigaram-me a obedecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho feridas fundas em todo o corpo&lt;br /&gt;que o algodão ainda não sarou.&lt;br /&gt;Já perguntei quem me tirou o pouco&lt;br /&gt;que a minha mão guardou!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um homem, foi um Homem!&lt;br /&gt;Um Homem como eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da tua costela eu nasci,&lt;br /&gt;mas hoje sou quem faz nascer.&lt;br /&gt;As marcas do que sofri,&lt;br /&gt;essas nunca, essas nunca vão desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;Eu carreguei-te no meu ventre,&lt;br /&gt;da minha boca eu dei-te amor,&lt;br /&gt;alimentei-te do meu peito,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que não dás valor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um homem, foi um Homem!&lt;br /&gt;Que nasceu de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Os Homens nascem todos iguais,&lt;br /&gt;mas todos diferentes!&lt;br /&gt;Com valores culturais&lt;br /&gt;que pesam nas mentes&lt;br /&gt;de Homens descrentes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Homem: um conceito&lt;br /&gt;ou uma definição?&lt;br /&gt;Homem sem acção é rato!&lt;br /&gt;Homem sem valores é cão sem dono!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);   font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153); font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Começo por destacar uma das letras, não é apenas uma musica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153); font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Obrigada pelo convite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obrigada pela companhia dos subservientes, o morto ficou em casa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);  font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fico à esperem dos vídeos, os meus sumiram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-629819792255961069?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/629819792255961069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/concerto-de-nbc.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/629819792255961069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/629819792255961069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/concerto-de-nbc.html' title='Concerto de NBC...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SjW4HfwzrLI/AAAAAAAAAJA/9FhPOP94wLU/s72-c/DSC03816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-5144119173958201499</id><published>2009-06-06T01:25:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T01:48:15.989+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Manifesto do meu puto, corrente puturista</title><content type='html'>Todos juntos...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser meu puto é:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Um puto nunca esquece um puto, na fartura e na miséria;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Um puto nunca enterra outro puto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Um puto é Zé;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Vaca amarrada também pasta (Pedrinho);&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jogar ping pong e ir à pesca;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Um puto mil nove 72, Guiné;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Jogar pés;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Beber mines;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Renegar o Gustavo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Não morrer numa vala comum à arder;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ver "xoxota";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- O Dark é meu puto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Chamar puto ao meu puto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Passar paninhos a ferro;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Aturar as ressacas dos putos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ser natural;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Simplesmente ser meu puto;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ser "safado";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Levantar para ir buscar o cinzeiro, Obrigada Kape;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ser meu puto é não deixar o meu puto apeado, Obrigada Marta;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ser meu puto é mandar mensagem a dizer : "Putos isto é só gajas nuas";&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ser meu puto é parar numa paragem às 2 da manhã a avisar que o autocarro já passou;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ser meu puto é estar às duas da manhã a passar um serão com os meus putos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Ser meu puto é depois das duas da manhã irmos todos para o Lux; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa Noite, Meus putos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-5144119173958201499?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5144119173958201499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/manifesto-do-meu-puto-corrente.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5144119173958201499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5144119173958201499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/manifesto-do-meu-puto-corrente.html' title='Manifesto do meu puto, corrente puturista'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-4851231217967787134</id><published>2009-06-02T16:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T16:10:42.525+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Un Rêve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RzLVCZtUURI&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/RzLVCZtUURI&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sonhar alimenta-nos a imaginação, faz-nos ir a qualquer lugar, conhecer qualquer pessoa e sem dúvida é importante sonhar!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deixo-vos rir... mais um dos trabalhos no IADE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-4851231217967787134?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4851231217967787134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-reve.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4851231217967787134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4851231217967787134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/06/un-reve.html' title='Un Rêve...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-5181201777199014153</id><published>2009-05-26T04:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T04:25:50.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ditoso seja aquele que somente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Times;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:verdana;font-size:42px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: normal; font-family:Times;font-size:19px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ditoso seja aquele que somente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Se queixa de amorosas esquivanças;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Pois por elas não perde as esperanças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De poder nalgum tempo ser contente.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ditoso seja quem, estando absente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Não sente mais que a pena das lembranças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Porque, inda mais que se tema de mudanças, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Menos se teme a dor quando se sente.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Ditoso seja, enfim, qualquer estado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Onde enganos, desprezos e isenção &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Trazem o coração atormentado.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mas triste de quem se sente magoado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;De erros em que não pode haver perdão, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="word-wrap: break-word; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sem ficar na alma a mágoa do pecado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;                            Luís de Camões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Hoje deixo-vos um poema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Ditoso seja aquele que a saiba sentir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-5181201777199014153?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5181201777199014153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/ditoso-seja-aquele-que-somente.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5181201777199014153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5181201777199014153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/ditoso-seja-aquele-que-somente.html' title='Ditoso seja aquele que somente'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-2815199961177309065</id><published>2009-05-19T02:54:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T03:13:01.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A semana do Carlinhos!</title><content type='html'>Kape hoje é para ti... Parabéns 2x!&lt;div&gt;Sempre bem acompanhado é o importante! eh eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULxHbyuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bp_QnWwTWyY/s1600-h/Imagem+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULxHbyuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bp_QnWwTWyY/s400/Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350700783094498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULqVaujI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L4XbSJsYYAw/s1600-h/Imagem+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULqVaujI/AAAAAAAAAHw/L4XbSJsYYAw/s400/Imagem+012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350698962696754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULbdSQII/AAAAAAAAAHo/elbkOL6kEFQ/s1600-h/Imagem+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULbdSQII/AAAAAAAAAHo/elbkOL6kEFQ/s400/Imagem+015.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350694969163906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULBwHPYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mIQNPk75beo/s1600-h/Imagem+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULBwHPYI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mIQNPk75beo/s400/Imagem+006.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350688068812162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIUK1nGEiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/e8QscHj1drg/s1600-h/DSC03766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIUK1nGEiI/AAAAAAAAAHY/e8QscHj1drg/s400/DSC03766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337350684809761314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não começou bem, mas acabou pior!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granda "puto", as capas foram todas tuas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falta a minha fita, mas está linda, garanto-te!! eh eh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais de 48h em festa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-2815199961177309065?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2815199961177309065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/semana-do-carlinhos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/2815199961177309065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/2815199961177309065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/semana-do-carlinhos.html' title='A semana do Carlinhos!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ShIULxHbyuI/AAAAAAAAAH4/Bp_QnWwTWyY/s72-c/Imagem+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-3429483723437696807</id><published>2009-05-15T04:32:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T04:42:36.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Existe um líder em cada um de nós...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Diariamente, observando o que nos rodeia deparamo-nos com diversos tipos de liderança, embora de formas completamente distintas e não sendo na sua ascensão comportamentos similares ao contexto teórico, muitos “lutam” pelo seu destaque através do seu próprio   conceito enquanto lideres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O transito é sem dúvida um bom exemplo, existem aqueles que tendem a ir sempre à frente, mudando constantemente de direcção tendo em vista o primeiro lugar naquela corrida matinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por outro lado, ao passear nas ruas de Lisboa, vemos em cada esquina tipos de liderança completamente distintos e diversificados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Aqueles que tendem a liderar o maior número de cores utilizados nas sua vestimentas, aqueles que querem destacar-se pelo número imenso de tatuagem “edificadas” no seu corpo, aqueles que se acham os lideres da moda do quotidiano e até mesmo aquele que se intitulam como o líderes nas áreas que mais apreciam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vejamos o caso da televisão, a liderança é destacada nos programas com maior número de audiências,  obviamente que a preferencia entre programas varia consoante o interesse de cada um, no entanto, o líder destaca-se naquele programa que consegue atingir o maior numero de publico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Existe inclusive o líder do comando da televisão, naquele domingo ocioso em que a família se reúne na sala em busca na suposta tarde de animação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 10.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A meu ver, a liderança está presente em diversos momentos das nossas vida, mesmo que de forma inata e obviamente variável consoante a personalidade de cada um e até mesmo o seu desenvolvimento pessoal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:Verdana;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-3429483723437696807?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3429483723437696807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/existe-um-lider-em-cada-um-de-nos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/3429483723437696807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/3429483723437696807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/existe-um-lider-em-cada-um-de-nos.html' title='Existe um líder em cada um de nós...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-7116762394688164934</id><published>2009-05-13T02:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:01:39.787+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AUPbpu5BSbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/AUPbpu5BSbM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Um dos belos trabalhos do IADE!&lt;div&gt;O vestido fica-me a matar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Riam-se tanto como eu me ri, sff...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-7116762394688164934?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/7116762394688164934/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-beijo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/7116762394688164934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/7116762394688164934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-beijo.html' title='Um beijo'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-9063457800233217197</id><published>2009-05-12T02:22:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T21:35:34.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recado...</title><content type='html'>Bem... Talvez um texto sentimental mas longe de velhas recordações!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Existem vários tipos de sentimentos, aqueles que vivem connosco todos os dias, aqueles dos quais sentimos saudades, aqueles que ficam para a vida e aqueles que tendem a aparecer como esperança de um novo dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez não me faça entender, no fundo só me percebem aqueles que nas entrelinhas sentem algo semelhante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aqueles que até mudam de contacto telefónico para estar mais perto do tal "sentimento"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A palavra sentimento varia de conteúdo consoante o pensamento ou o momento de cada um...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo de um "algo" triste, mas animado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo de uma "pessoa" falo de um "amigo"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo de nada sensual, falo de um momento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não falo por falar, falo de um sentimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;D. S...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faço-me entender??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Xuxu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; é para ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje não é para todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando nada parece  surgir à nossa volta surge sempre um sentimento, nem que seja o de um amigo!!&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-9063457800233217197?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/9063457800233217197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/recado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/9063457800233217197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/9063457800233217197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/recado.html' title='Recado...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-1437781369188112923</id><published>2009-05-11T03:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T03:37:49.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Prometido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgeNd2WF_WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D3jHmkYHnMs/s1600-h/DSC03303.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgeNd2WF_WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D3jHmkYHnMs/s400/DSC03303.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334387827587546466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgeNdqtXO-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/0x8JgHiWBoE/s1600-h/DSC03298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgeNdqtXO-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/0x8JgHiWBoE/s400/DSC03298.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334387824463920098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgeNdVx6o3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1hLF_Jyg5OQ/s1600-h/DSC03294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgeNdVx6o3I/AAAAAAAAAGQ/1hLF_Jyg5OQ/s400/DSC03294.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334387818845873010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-1437781369188112923?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1437781369188112923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/prometo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1437781369188112923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1437781369188112923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/prometo.html' title='O Prometido...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgeNd2WF_WI/AAAAAAAAAGg/D3jHmkYHnMs/s72-c/DSC03303.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-2764762799311387146</id><published>2009-05-11T02:39:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T03:22:50.653+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;Saudades! Sim... Talvez... e porque não?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se o nosso sonho foi tão alto e forte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que bem pensara vê-lo até à morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deslumbrar-me de luz o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esquecer! Para quê?... Ah! como é vão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Que tudo isso, Amor, nos não importe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Se ele deixou beleza que conforte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Deve-nos ser sagrado como o pão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quantas vezes, Amor, já te esqueci,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Para mais doidamente me lembrar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mais doidamente me lembrar de ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E quem dera que fosse sempre assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Quanto menos quisesse recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mais a saudade andasse presa a mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" ;font-family:arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Florbela Espanca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudades dos que outrora estiveram presentes, saudades dos que da vida estão hoje ausentes, saudades de ti com quem lutei à disputa e hoje perdi-te por sermos assim!!&lt;/span&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/8756493980471922382-2764762799311387146?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2764762799311387146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudade.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/2764762799311387146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/2764762799311387146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/saudade.html' title='Saudades'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-1325323410807303150</id><published>2009-05-06T02:14:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T02:36:03.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um caso sério...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgDmfffHaBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lMutqyFjPmk/s1600-h/carta+portugues+jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgDmfffHaBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lMutqyFjPmk/s400/carta+portugues+jpeg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332515387509008402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabemos que é um problema, mas como não nos afecta directamente pensamos não ser assim tão relevantes. Falo-vos da falta de água, realizei um trabalho cujo o tema era sensibilizar as pessoas face este problema mundial e quando me deparei com algumas conclusões, pareceu-me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;devastador.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Missão Possível, deixo-vos uma carta, a meu ver interessante.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-1325323410807303150?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1325323410807303150/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-caso-serio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1325323410807303150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1325323410807303150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/um-caso-serio.html' title='Um caso sério...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SgDmfffHaBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lMutqyFjPmk/s72-c/carta+portugues+jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-4603498736323933974</id><published>2009-05-04T03:23:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T03:42:06.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queridos, mudei a casa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5VSq2BQLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qKvuC3WCfCI/s1600-h/DSC03498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5VSq2BQLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qKvuC3WCfCI/s400/DSC03498.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331792788080115890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5VESj0dTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HSaE0rHG7YE/s1600-h/DSC03524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5VESj0dTI/AAAAAAAAAFw/HSaE0rHG7YE/s400/DSC03524.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331792541043160370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5UvFs78KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lkCnGjt9l6A/s1600-h/DSC03609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5UvFs78KI/AAAAAAAAAFo/lkCnGjt9l6A/s400/DSC03609.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331792176814485666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5UfqLpWCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pPe9souqkNo/s1600-h/DSC03610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5UfqLpWCI/AAAAAAAAAFg/pPe9souqkNo/s400/DSC03610.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331791911729059874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Com vontade tudo é possível...&lt;div&gt;Nasci para pintar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada a todos os que ajudaram, não foram poucos!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-4603498736323933974?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4603498736323933974/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/queridos-mudei-casa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4603498736323933974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4603498736323933974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/05/queridos-mudei-casa.html' title='Queridos, mudei a casa!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sf5VSq2BQLI/AAAAAAAAAF4/qKvuC3WCfCI/s72-c/DSC03498.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-3185303781810316525</id><published>2009-04-28T23:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T23:45:49.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje o Blog é vosso, usem a vossa criatividade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-3185303781810316525?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3185303781810316525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-o-blog-e-vosso-usem-vossa.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/3185303781810316525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/3185303781810316525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/hoje-o-blog-e-vosso-usem-vossa.html' title='Hoje o Blog é vosso, usem a vossa criatividade...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-5186813632511819092</id><published>2009-04-28T03:36:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T03:48:52.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nudge - estímulo, empurrãozinho, toque.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SfZs87N4blI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PsreztUrFcw/s1600-h/nudge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SfZs87N4blI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PsreztUrFcw/s400/nudge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329567002983427666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O livro “nudge” revela-se como uma “lição” fantástica nos dias de hoje, o mercado não é estático, as pessoas são seres exigentes, conscientes do que querem e claramente bem mais esclarecidas do que se havia visto em tempos passados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“Nudge” é assim o que influência as nossas escolhas, é o empurrão que poderá mudar ou melhorar a direcção das decisões de cada um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se analisarmos, diariamente somos obrigados a tomar inúmeras decisões, desde as mais simples, como por exemplo a melhor escolha para um pequeno almoço saudável, até   às  mais complexas que poderão passar inclusive pela escolha do melhor “indivíduo” para governar o nosso país. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O grande problema é que nem sempre as nossas escolhas são as mais acertadas, Richard Thaler e Cass Sunstein tendem a expor de uma forma, a meu ver, bastante sensata que por sermos humanos, tomamos decisões por vezes menos racionais, muitas vezes tendo apenas por base os pormenores insignificantes. Torna-se assim fundamental a criação de ambientes que estimulem melhores decisões tendo por base a liberdade da escolha individual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; text-align: justify; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Vale a pena ler! &lt;/span&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/8756493980471922382-5186813632511819092?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5186813632511819092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/nudge-estimulo-empurraozinho-toque.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5186813632511819092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5186813632511819092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/nudge-estimulo-empurraozinho-toque.html' title='Nudge - estímulo, empurrãozinho, toque.'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SfZs87N4blI/AAAAAAAAAFA/PsreztUrFcw/s72-c/nudge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-7926570146453024426</id><published>2009-04-23T03:43:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T12:23:14.458+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Talvez o filtro solar seja o que menos importa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aproveito para deixar uma mensagem que me parece importante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Senhoras e senhores &lt;br /&gt;Usem filtro solar...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse dar um conselho em relação ao futuro, diria: usem filtro solar.&lt;br /&gt;Os benefícios, em longo prazo, do uso do filtro solar foram cientificamente provados. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os demais conselhos que dou baseiam-se unicamente na minha própria experiência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eis aqui um conselho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Desfruta do poder da beleza da tua juventude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Ou esquece, não vais compreender o poder e a beleza de tua juventude quando já tiveres desaparecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas acredita em mim, dentro de vinte anos, olharás para as tuas fotografias e compreenderás de uma forma diferente da que compreendes agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quantas oportunidades se abriram quando eras realmente fabuloso/a.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não és tão gordo como imaginas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não te preocupes com o futuro ou preocupa-te, se quiseres, mas sabes que a preocupação é tão eficaz como tentar resolver uma equação de álgebra comendo uma chiclete. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É quase certo que os problemas que realmente têm importância na tua vida são aqueles que nunca passaram pela tua cabeça, tipo aqueles que tomam conta de ti às 4 da tarde numa terça feira ociosa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Todos os dias, faz alguma coisa, mesmo que seja assustadora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Canta... Não trates os sentimentos alheios de uma forma irresponsável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não toleres aqueles que agem de uma forma irresponsável em relação a ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Relaxa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Não percas tempo com a inveja&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Por vezes ganhas, outras vezes perdes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A corrida é longa e, no final, tens de contar só contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lembra-te dos elogios que recebes-te, esquece os insultos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Se conseguires fazer isto, diz-me como).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Guarda as tuas cartas de amor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Deita fora os teus velhos extractos bancários. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Estica-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não tenhas sentimentos de culpa se não sabes muito bem o que queres ser na vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As pessoas mais interessantes que conheço não tinham, aos 22 anos, nenhuma ideia do que iriam fazer da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Algumas das mais interessantes de 40 anos que conheço, ainda não sabem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Toma bastante cálcio, sê gentil para com os  teus joelhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Sentirás falta deles quando não funcionarem mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Talvez te cases, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Talvez tenhas filhos, talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Talvez te divorcies aos 40, talvez dances uma valsa quando tiveres 75 anos de casamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O que quer que faças, não te orgulhes nem te critiques demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Todas as tuas escolhas têm 50% de hipótese de dar certo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;omo as escolhas de todos os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Curte o teu corpo, não tenhas medo dele ou do que as outras pessoas pensem dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dança.. Mesmo que o único lugar que tenhas para dançar seja a tua sala de estar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lê todas as indicações, mesmo que não as sigas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não leias revistas de beleza, a única coisa que elas fazem é mostrar-te como uma pessoa é feia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Entende os teus pais, nunca sabes a falta que vais sentir deles. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tenta ser agradável com os teus irmãos, eles são o teu maior vínculo com o teu passado e aqueles que, no futuro, provavelmente nunca te deixarão mal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Entende os teus amigos, são preciosos, tens de os guardar com carinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Trabalha "duro" para ultrapassares os obstáculos geográficos da tua vida, porque, quanto mais envelheces mais preciosas são as pessoas que conheces-te na juventude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tenta morar em Nova York, mas muda-te antes que a cidade te transforme numa pessoa dura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tenta morar nas Caraíbas, mas muda-te antes de te tornares uma pessoa muito mole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Viaja... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Aceita as verdades eternas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os preços vão estar sempre a subir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os políticos são todos corruptos e mulherengos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tu também vais envelhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;E quando envelheceres, vais fantasiar-te com o quanto eras jovem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os preços até eram acessíveis, os políticos até pareciam nobres de alma e as crianças respeitavam os mais velhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Respeita as pessoas mais velhas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não esperes apoio de ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Talvez tenhas uma reforma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Talvez tenhas um marido rico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas, nunca sabes quando um ou outro podem desaparecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não mudes muito o teu cabelo, senão, quando tiveres 40 anos vais ficar com a aparência de 85.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Tem cuidado com as pessoas que te dão conselhos, mas tem paciência com elas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Os conselhos são sempre uma forma de nostalgia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Dar conselhos é uma forma de tirar-mos o passado do balde do lixo, esconder as partes feias e recicla-lo por um preço maior do que realmente valia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas, acredita em mim quando eu falo do filtro solar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/8756493980471922382-7926570146453024426?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/7926570146453024426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/talvez-o-filtro-solar-seja-o-que-menos.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/7926570146453024426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/7926570146453024426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/talvez-o-filtro-solar-seja-o-que-menos.html' title='Talvez o filtro solar seja o que menos importa!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-3075128981570045130</id><published>2009-04-22T03:55:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T03:15:35.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Marley&amp;Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Se6MAPiye0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4E8Hoj8vyCE/s1600-h/fotos-marley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Se6MAPiye0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4E8Hoj8vyCE/s400/fotos-marley.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327349345026210626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os animais são uma companhia fascinante e só o facto de serem nossos torna-os "Os super animais".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Marley&amp;amp;Eu é mais uma história que relata a paixão que existe em torno do amigo de estimação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pouco importa se somos ricos ou pobres, inteligentes ou tolos... Fazem-nos sentir sempre especiais! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;São eles que estão cá em todos os momentos das nossas vidas, quando rimos ou choramos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Podemos trocar de emprego, as pessoas podem entrar e sair das nossas vidas e eles mantém-se, sempre confiantes nas nossas decisões!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quantos de nós é que partilhamos as histórias mais hilariantes com estes nossos companheiros?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se por vezes hesitei em ter um animal, hoje digo que não abdicaria, até mesmo quando chego à cama e pouco espaço tenho para dormir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No meu caso não posso dizer Marley&amp;amp;Eu mas sim Marley,Bob,Moly&amp;amp;Eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quase completa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8756493980471922382-3075128981570045130?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3075128981570045130/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/marley.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/3075128981570045130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/3075128981570045130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/marley.html' title='Marley&amp;Eu'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Se6MAPiye0I/AAAAAAAAAE4/4E8Hoj8vyCE/s72-c/fotos-marley.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-2074871915647622313</id><published>2009-04-21T04:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:30:56.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lindo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/or-CCvUMlZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;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/or-CCvUMlZo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gustavo esta é para ti...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dá para rir, o talento em Português...&lt;/span&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/8756493980471922382-2074871915647622313?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/2074871915647622313/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/lindo.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/2074871915647622313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/2074871915647622313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/lindo.html' title='Lindo!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-7460826515128184405</id><published>2009-04-20T03:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T00:09:33.061+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana no Bairro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevYg94BG5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PON98zS2yHk/s1600-h/DSC03049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevYg94BG5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PON98zS2yHk/s400/DSC03049.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326589045172673426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevYPQZbDMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-y7c0IyIcec/s1600-h/DSC03065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevYPQZbDMI/AAAAAAAAAEo/-y7c0IyIcec/s400/DSC03065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326588740906978498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevXwhVlzsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ooiaCPE1Kek/s1600-h/DSC03091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevXwhVlzsI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ooiaCPE1Kek/s400/DSC03091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326588212878364354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mais vale tarde que nunca!&lt;div&gt;A nossa semana no FB, aposto que o Ricardo sabe o porquê... =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nossa fotografia está linda Martinha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-7460826515128184405?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/7460826515128184405/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/semana-no-bairro.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/7460826515128184405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/7460826515128184405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/semana-no-bairro.html' title='Semana no Bairro!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevYg94BG5I/AAAAAAAAAEw/PON98zS2yHk/s72-c/DSC03049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-4999136059695549174</id><published>2009-04-20T02:37:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:15:24.422+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevV4D5M2AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dJ_pw79ZSiM/s1600-h/DSC03600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevV4D5M2AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dJ_pw79ZSiM/s400/DSC03600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326586143390357506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevVFrt9dUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ztSdfa_IvlQ/s1600-h/DSC03595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevVFrt9dUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/ztSdfa_IvlQ/s400/DSC03595.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326585277907301698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevU1tagODI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mUSZ7ir597k/s1600-h/DSC03579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevU1tagODI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mUSZ7ir597k/s400/DSC03579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326585003484657714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nem sempre o que ponderamos ser uma boa surpresa tem o impacto desejado, foi assim que conheci o novo amor da minha vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo começou com  a vontade de surpreender alguém, afinal de contas oferecemos coisas especiais às pessoas que consideramos especiais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Falo-vos de um "bichinho" amoroso cujo seu destino seria ser abandonado sem culpa nenhuma. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se não me passaria pela cabeça ter mais um animal menos ainda uma coelha, mas foi amor à primeira vista. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apresento-vos a minha pequena Moly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-4999136059695549174?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4999136059695549174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/surpresa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4999136059695549174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4999136059695549174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa!!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SevV4D5M2AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/dJ_pw79ZSiM/s72-c/DSC03600.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-4667505591670308460</id><published>2009-04-15T03:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:16:45.542+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amar-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tão belo como o pôr do sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão leve como o barco ao sabor das ondas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão veloz como os segredos do vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amar-te&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É tão terno como a primavera florindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tão querido como criança sorrindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E mais que tudo amor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amar-te é lindo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ana P. Costa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada pela pessoas que és e por estares sempre presente na minha vida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-4667505591670308460?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4667505591670308460/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar-te.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4667505591670308460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4667505591670308460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar-te.html' title='Amar-te'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-8206219412847248204</id><published>2009-04-03T04:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:16:52.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SdV-2tlgK3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fDjXiPXcmfc/s1600-h/DSC03423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SdV-2tlgK3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fDjXiPXcmfc/s400/DSC03423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320298013223037810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Preciso da "minha" luz ao fundo do túnel...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-8206219412847248204?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/8206219412847248204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/luz.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8206219412847248204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8206219412847248204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/luz.html' title='Luz...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SdV-2tlgK3I/AAAAAAAAAEA/fDjXiPXcmfc/s72-c/DSC03423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-5949003469279967725</id><published>2009-04-03T03:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T04:08:51.292+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Uns" dias em obras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E quando os dias parecem não acabar... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os meus dias têm sido uma perfeita animação, depois de um dia "atribulado" acabo por ter sempre onde me entreter, uns quantos baldes de tinta branca, uns cor-de-laranja para animar e mãos à obra, vá...vá... temos de trabalhar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pincel numa mão rolo na outra e parece nunca mais acabar.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Prometo que vai existir um filme a contar a história, umas quantas fotografias e um produto final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada pela ajuda e confirmo, vai haver ginásio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(Carol e Gu)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-5949003469279967725?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/5949003469279967725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/uns-dias-em-obras.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5949003469279967725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/5949003469279967725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/04/uns-dias-em-obras.html' title='&quot;Uns&quot; dias em obras!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-1374482535182652347</id><published>2009-03-28T19:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:20:15.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas um dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sc6CkpI3WiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/z07nRvJzsAs/s1600-h/DSC03427.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sc6CkpI3WiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/z07nRvJzsAs/s400/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318331776001071650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sc6CYTDZvBI/AAAAAAAAADw/7eY1tx4mMjU/s1600-h/DSC03424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sc6CYTDZvBI/AAAAAAAAADw/7eY1tx4mMjU/s400/DSC03424.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318331563914148882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo e vejo como tudo em mim está igual, talvez menos sol, mais frio e uma súbita vontade de dançar... ouvir musica e ver o quanto sou especial, mesmo que seja apenas para mim.&lt;div&gt;Hoje o dia é meu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saiu de casa e vou até à praia, vejo o mar, a areia, vejo como todas as pessoas se sentem bem naquele lugar, uns namoram, outros passeiam o seu fantástico animal de estimação e outros permanecem sozinho, talvez como eu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apetecia-me gritar ao mundo que sou totalmente feliz, mas quando repenso falta-me uma peça fundamental, será que mereces tanto valor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No fundo, a coisa mais importante da minha vida deveria ser eu própria, longe de sonhos ou de meras ilusões.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ver isto apenas como uma introspecção, só vivemos bem com alguém se vivermos bem sozinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recuo, vejo o quanto era feliz, o quanto tinha vontade de passear ao teu lado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até poderei estar a dar-te muita importância, mas a vida é feita de trocas súbitas de sentimentos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ver tudo isto como apenas mais um dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-1374482535182652347?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/1374482535182652347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/apenas-um-dia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1374482535182652347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/1374482535182652347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/apenas-um-dia.html' title='Apenas um dia...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sc6CkpI3WiI/AAAAAAAAAD4/z07nRvJzsAs/s72-c/DSC03427.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-8031131268753806275</id><published>2009-03-27T03:32:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T04:15:57.022Z</updated><title type='text'>A carta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não é fácil esquecer uma pessoa, mais difícil será uma pessoa como tu, não é fácil passar ao lado das coisas, ou esquecer as coisas que me disses-te, não é fácil, não é mesmo fácil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto-me fraca e frágil, não me toques, não me toques porque eu desfaço-me em cinzas e não serei forte, não me reconstituirei, sentindo-me cada vez mais pisada até um dia nem uma cinza sobrar como recordação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver", já alguém dizia e tem razão, é uma chama sem ter sido ateada, paira transparente no ar sem que ninguém a veja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Queria inventar adjectivos que pudessem qualificar como a minha alma se sente, alvejada, em coma... a alma não se sente, mas um aperto faz soar e estremecer tudo. Um sonho que vivi seriamente acordada, e senti nos sonhos de noites bem passadas, a pensar em ti!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Apesar de tudo o que também disse é a verdade transparente da minha vontade, ingénua, farta de ninguém e com a calma necessária para a suportar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A minha vontade desfez-se em palavras, como se estas fossem sempre a chave de uma comunicação perfeita, mas isso é uma perfeita parvoíce, de quem não comunica apenas com o sentir calado, com a necessidade de não perder de vista uma ilha chamada paraíso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nessa ilha as pessoas não se chateiam com palavras, sofrem de sentimento igual, provavelmente Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É tudo tão plano agora, parece que estou sozinha, num lugar deserto cheio de luz, sem nuvens, sem sol, sem ar, sem cheiro, tudo branco... cega não posso ser pois só aquela imagem se identifica. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto-me solta, a caminhar sempre em volta de algo circular, mas de aspecto plano, estou sempre no mesmo lugar, serei sempre a simetria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Neste mundo nem um grito meu faz ouvir quem me amou e quem eu gostaria que me ama-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Guardarei tudo isto como uma alma eterna, ficando à espera de voltar a rejuvenescer a felicidade de outrora.&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/8756493980471922382-8031131268753806275?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/8031131268753806275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/carta.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8031131268753806275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8031131268753806275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/carta.html' title='A carta...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-8555931485339524292</id><published>2009-03-26T02:26:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-03-26T03:11:36.996Z</updated><title type='text'>Fim de tarde!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScryOXbdxoI/AAAAAAAAADo/Lt74-wUuyrU/s1600-h/DSC03317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScryOXbdxoI/AAAAAAAAADo/Lt74-wUuyrU/s400/DSC03317.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317328638685595266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Scrx8uQ1JwI/AAAAAAAAADg/JBZQk0YDFpA/s1600-h/DSC03342.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Scrx8uQ1JwI/AAAAAAAAADg/JBZQk0YDFpA/s400/DSC03342.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317328335577360130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScrxkPCbNGI/AAAAAAAAADY/KNptTju5Z8M/s1600-h/DSC03346.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScrwWlNwp8I/AAAAAAAAAC4/k9Ed_LKTHX0/s400/DSC033673.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317326580801906626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScrwMBl0VNI/AAAAAAAAACw/etr4VLbGEaA/s1600-h/DSC033792.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScrwMBl0VNI/AAAAAAAAACw/etr4VLbGEaA/s400/DSC033792.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317326399440442578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um dia especial com pessoas especiais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-8555931485339524292?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/8555931485339524292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/fim-de-tarde.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8555931485339524292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/8555931485339524292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/fim-de-tarde.html' title='Fim de tarde!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScryOXbdxoI/AAAAAAAAADo/Lt74-wUuyrU/s72-c/DSC03317.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-8187722442453653561</id><published>2009-03-24T18:00:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-04-21T04:33:28.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Circo de feras!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sckn7P0JKuI/AAAAAAAAACY/_1pAybBa9sk/s1600-h/circo+de+feras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/Sckn7P0JKuI/AAAAAAAAACY/_1pAybBa9sk/s320/circo+de+feras.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316824733898582754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoje falo-vos, de um tema que para além de me fascinar acho bastante relevante ao desempenho de cada um de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Certamente para muitos de nós, a influência que determinada marca nos transmite, não passa de publicidade ou de uma mera forma de comunicar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;No entanto, as coisas vão muito além fronteiras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Hoje tudo está pensado, as marcas lutam como que num circo de feras para alcançar o seu lugar ao "sol".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O mercado é cada vez mais competitivo, não existindo apenas um ou dois produtos de cada categoria!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É fundamental existir estratégias bem definidas, fortes acções de comunicação, tudo a fim de atingir a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;diferenciação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O consumidor é um ser exigente, com gostos, características próprias e bem definidas. Cativá-lo não chega, temos de o conquistar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Já observaram todos os suportes de comunicação que existem?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;De uma forma transcendente somos submetidos a uma influência constante que nem nós próprios damos conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cores, forma, tipos de letra, headline... Tudo está definido e pensado para nos agradar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;É um circo, onde apenas as grandes feras se destacam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-8187722442453653561?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' 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certo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do mal que te fazia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou aqui, agora do meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde se devia ter passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele beijo prometido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele abraço apertado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou um mau pagador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nem sabe o que isto é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensava que para ter amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bastava apenas ter fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sei agora é tarde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada se irá passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tantos anos volvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foste capaz de perdoar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tantos anos passados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu ainda sem saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ultrapassamos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foste capaz de aparecer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou aqui, agora no meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde se devia ter passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele beijo prometido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele abraço apertado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou um mau pagador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que nem sabe o que isso é&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensava que para ter amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bastava apenas ter fé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto que quebrei uma lei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem brilho foste embora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe Deus o que eu passei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por ter perdido aquela hora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O pedido fica feito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que possas perdoar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dentro do fundo do meu peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O teu sorriso é noutro lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou aqui, agora no meu lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde se devia ter passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele beijo 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Carnaval!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Já lá vai mais um Carnaval, esta é apenas uma fotografia do meu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SccAPGrdryI/AAAAAAAAABw/w8ACgLdA8UA/s1600-h/DSC03135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SccAPGrdryI/AAAAAAAAABw/w8ACgLdA8UA/s400/DSC03135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316218144625110818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A vida tem muito mais piada quando tiramos a mascara e mostramos quem realmente somos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-3949872168783236448?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/3949872168783236448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-um-carnaval.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/3949872168783236448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/3949872168783236448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-um-carnaval.html' title='Mais um Carnaval!'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/SccAPGrdryI/AAAAAAAAABw/w8ACgLdA8UA/s72-c/DSC03135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-4518004949851532847</id><published>2009-03-20T04:20:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T04:44:40.351Z</updated><title type='text'>Devaneio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScMdEXivayI/AAAAAAAAABo/LKG52GQLn_Y/s1600-h/DSC03038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScMdEXivayI/AAAAAAAAABo/LKG52GQLn_Y/s400/DSC03038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315123946103728930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A sombra é apenas o foco da minha miragem, apenas o controverso daquilo que às vezes me parece tão nítido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Grito... agora parece que todos me ouvem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entende de uma vez, que cada um surge com o discurso inerente aquilo que é, aquilo que foi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Um grito sombrio volta a provocar-me e mais uma vez tento chegar ao fundo de mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sou aquilo que pareço ser, aquilo que fui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordo e penso, hoje não vou perder tempo, hoje vou dizer, gritar ao mundo aquilo que em mim transparece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Não perdi tempo por amar, não perdi tempo por gostar e hoje digo a todos aqueles que me são especiais... Sem todos vocês, nada em mim seria possível!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-4518004949851532847?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/4518004949851532847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/devaneio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4518004949851532847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/4518004949851532847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/devaneio.html' title='Devaneio...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScMdEXivayI/AAAAAAAAABo/LKG52GQLn_Y/s72-c/DSC03038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-157653177335193049</id><published>2009-03-19T23:47:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-03-24T17:59:50.057Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Lugar à beira Tejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLaAJkc1YI/AAAAAAAAABY/t7ch4NZfmNk/s1600-h/DSC03044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLaAJkc1YI/AAAAAAAAABY/t7ch4NZfmNk/s400/DSC03044.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315050206354265474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Parabéns!&lt;div&gt;És um lutador e a perfeição é a chave de todo o teu sucesso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sugiro-vos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5oceanos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.5oceanos.pt/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.5oceanos.pt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don Pomodoro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.donpomodoro.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;www.donpomodoro.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/8756493980471922382-157653177335193049?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='5oceanos' href='http://www.5oceanos.pt/' length='0'/><link rel='enclosure' type='DonPomodoro' href='http://www.donpomodoro.com/' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/157653177335193049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-lugar-beira-tejo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/157653177335193049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/157653177335193049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-lugar-beira-tejo.html' title='Um Lugar à beira Tejo'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLaAJkc1YI/AAAAAAAAABY/t7ch4NZfmNk/s72-c/DSC03044.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8756493980471922382.post-263204954243904459</id><published>2009-03-19T05:36:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T15:25:54.665Z</updated><title type='text'>O Encontro...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem vários tipos de encontros, os que se encontram sempre, os que nunca se encontram e aqueles que sem querer se vão encontrando em todas as épocas especiais das nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Falo de um encontro que inicialmente me pareceu peculiar, mas facto é que sobreviveu até aos dias de hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez possa fazer disto apenas mais uma história que emergiu na pessoa que sou, ou talvez seja apenas uma marca que com o tempo cicatriza sem que nem apenas um aranhão fique.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Levo-a em mim como algo feliz, no fundo a vida é feita de momentos cujo sabor que tendo a tirar é apenas de "algo feliz".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Falo de um dia normal, cuja saliência da cor vermelho me saltou à vista de uma forma transcendente onde mais tarde vim a saboreá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se gostei?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Passei por diversos momentos, uns bons... outro maus... Mas a força faz de mim a pessoa que sou hoje, liberta de um passado e com vista apenas num futuro, num presente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O caminho foi de tal forma revolucionário que em todos os momentos especiais volto a encontrá-lo, agora não de vermelho mas de uma cor mais "clara", que faz, ainda, todo o sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No entanto, tudo isto, pode ser apenas um suspiro de apenas UM ENCONTRO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8756493980471922382-263204954243904459?l=hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/feeds/263204954243904459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-encontro_19.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/263204954243904459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8756493980471922382/posts/default/263204954243904459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hasombranaquelamiragem.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-encontro_19.html' title='O Encontro...'/><author><name>Joana Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06492515209056751724</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_j6xugo4JrSA/ScLPnr2r8cI/AAAAAAAAAAo/V_4esKg5g-Q/S220/DSC03022.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
