<?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-30033038</id><updated>2011-07-28T23:43:04.101+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspiros e sussurros</title><subtitle type='html'>O mundo dá tantas voltas e o tempo passa tão depressa que se não registarmos alguns suspiros os sussurros podem ser esquecidos!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7716681901510470635</id><published>2010-02-08T11:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T11:15:14.524Z</updated><title type='text'>Porquê?</title><content type='html'>Este blog já não é o que era. Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Porque perdeu uma série de configurações, nem fotos já aceita...&lt;br /&gt;Irrita-me tentar fazer posts e sem razão aparente apagam-se quando os publico.&lt;br /&gt;A minha paciência esgotou-se e, afinal de contas já nem faz assim tanto sentido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada aos seguidores, aos comentadores e aos curiosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7716681901510470635?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7716681901510470635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7716681901510470635&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7716681901510470635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7716681901510470635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2010/02/porque.html' title='Porquê?'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7658170810727778418</id><published>2009-08-21T11:58:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T12:13:59.545+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Compreensão</title><content type='html'>Em muitos momentos desisto, porque são tantas as vezes que me sinto incompreendida. Penso sempre que o melhor é guardar tudo para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o layout do blog me boqueia... não consigo postar imagens nem escolher o tipo de letra... Que limitação, que irritação!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7658170810727778418?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7658170810727778418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7658170810727778418&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7658170810727778418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7658170810727778418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/08/compreensao.html' title='Compreensão'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7580984128177387183</id><published>2009-08-05T12:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:33:39.411+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mankind is no island</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZrDxe9gK8Gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&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/ZrDxe9gK8Gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tropfest é o maior festival de curtas metragens do mundo. &lt;br /&gt;Comecou ha 17 anos atras em Sydney e no ano passado teve a sua primeira edicao em Nova York. &lt;br /&gt;O vencedor do ano passado foi este filme que foi totalmente filmado com um telemóvel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7580984128177387183?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7580984128177387183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7580984128177387183&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7580984128177387183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7580984128177387183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/08/mankind-is-no-island.html' title='Mankind is no island'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7161896725679570874</id><published>2009-07-31T12:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:50:27.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E...</title><content type='html'>E, entretanto o inesperado acontece...&lt;br /&gt;Adorava dizer isto todos os dias! E só aconteciam coisas maravilhosas!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7161896725679570874?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7161896725679570874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7161896725679570874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7161896725679570874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7161896725679570874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/07/e.html' title='E...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-6594442056908113116</id><published>2009-07-27T12:49:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T12:59:22.925+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Halotriquite ou halotriquita</title><content type='html'>Foi com algum epanto que descobri, há dias em conversa, que o meu blog estava referenciado num blog de um amigo. &lt;br /&gt;Esse amigo tornou-se amigo por arrasto, uma daquelas boas surpresas, que fazem os outros felizes, principalmente a sua cara metade, que por consequência me deixa a mim também feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Voltando ao espanto, a referência à minha pessoa e/ou blog é ainda mais surpreendente "Halotriquite". Como não percebo de minerais, obviamente fui googlar para descobrir a origem da palavra e o seu significado. Ao pesquisar encontrei como propriedades deste minério "hábito, brilho, dureza e densidade". Será que é isto que pensas de mim? Estou curiosa!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo ficar indiferente quando há reflexos de mim nos outros porque ao saber como os outros nos vêem tenho mais consciência tenho do que e como me mostro aos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De qualquer das formas obrigada A pela tua dedicação, escolha e carinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-6594442056908113116?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/6594442056908113116/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=6594442056908113116&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6594442056908113116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6594442056908113116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/07/halotriquite-ou-halotriquita.html' title='Halotriquite ou halotriquita'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-4892149645716832977</id><published>2009-06-17T11:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T11:25:35.740+01:00</updated><title type='text'>na volta ao mundo</title><content type='html'>Misturam-se no espaço,&lt;br /&gt;rodeados de horizonte, &lt;br /&gt;sonhos que se cruzam, &lt;br /&gt;que se prolongam &lt;br /&gt;da terra ao céu, &lt;br /&gt;envoltos numa dimensão espiritual&lt;br /&gt;que nos transcende,&lt;br /&gt;pela generosidade,&lt;br /&gt;pela gratuidade,&lt;br /&gt;da entrega, &lt;br /&gt;de quem diariamente&lt;br /&gt;capta os contornos,&lt;br /&gt;na essência &lt;br /&gt;do que precisa ser alterado&lt;br /&gt;para resgatar maior humanidade. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que eu pintasse,&lt;br /&gt;nenhum pincel conseguiria revelar &lt;br /&gt;o lado mais profundo,&lt;br /&gt;de quem acredita,&lt;br /&gt;que mesmo sem raízes profundas,&lt;br /&gt;só aparentemente com raízes&lt;br /&gt;visíveis como o mangue, &lt;br /&gt;pode filmar diversos capítulos,&lt;br /&gt;com o olhar &lt;br /&gt;de quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;retirar de elementos naturais,&lt;br /&gt;propriedades que dão uma outra visão, &lt;br /&gt;revelam uma outra luz,&lt;br /&gt;uma outra sonoridade,&lt;br /&gt;que contagiam de alegria&lt;br /&gt;quem já é vencedor&lt;br /&gt;por não só sobreviver &lt;br /&gt;mas evocar e homenagear&lt;br /&gt;a vida da sua realidade, &lt;br /&gt;numa respiração solta, &lt;br /&gt;de cada dia pós noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concha- que está a dar a volta ao mundo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-4892149645716832977?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4892149645716832977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4892149645716832977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4892149645716832977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4892149645716832977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/06/na-volta-ao-mundo.html' title='na volta ao mundo'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-6761192535004436409</id><published>2009-06-17T10:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T10:20:44.084+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade</title><content type='html'>“A maioria das pessoas é tão feliz quanto decide ser”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraham Lincon – 16º presidente USA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-6761192535004436409?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/6761192535004436409/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=6761192535004436409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6761192535004436409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6761192535004436409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/06/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8591461022182855730</id><published>2009-05-27T14:23:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:32:35.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>uma surpresa de aniversário</title><content type='html'>Não me vendaram os olhos, e deram dicas quanto ao vestuário adequado à ocasião, requisitaram a 3ª feira dia 26 na minha agenda... A noite prometia. "Tem a tua cara Maria", "Vê lá se não gostares podes vir embora a meio"...&lt;br /&gt;Num espaço requintado á meia luz com uma garrafeira em mobiliário assimétrico a comida era tão boa quanto os nossos olhos comiam e com chefe de cozinha Argentino Chakall, como não amar a surpresa?&lt;br /&gt;"Vocês são um espectáculo!!!" - dizia eu. recebia de volta "Tu é que és espectacular!!!!" - diziam eles mais apaixonados que nunca... "então somos todos".&lt;br /&gt;Quinta dos frades - um lugar a repetir!&lt;br /&gt;OBRIGADA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lisboa-restaurantweek.com/quinta_dos_frades.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8591461022182855730?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8591461022182855730/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8591461022182855730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8591461022182855730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8591461022182855730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/05/uma-surpresa-de-aniversario.html' title='uma surpresa de aniversário'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-4751685855817535195</id><published>2009-05-25T12:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T12:23:41.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>conversa de 6ª feira</title><content type='html'>No meio de uma conversa descontraída uma constatação: "que giro tu és dependente de blogs e eu de pessoas...." e  o que aparentemente pode ser uma dependencia feliz, não o é... é sim assustadorrrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-4751685855817535195?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4751685855817535195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4751685855817535195&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4751685855817535195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4751685855817535195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversa-de-6-feira.html' title='conversa de 6ª feira'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8186075285912290100</id><published>2009-05-04T12:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T12:35:07.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura-se  um amante</title><content type='html'>Muitas pessoas têm um amante, e outras gostariam de ter um. Há também as que não têm, e as que tinham e perderam. Geralmente são estas últimas que vêem ao meu consultório para me contar que estão tristes ou que apresentam sintomas típicos de insónia, apatia, pessimismo, crises de choro, ou as mais diversas dores. &lt;br /&gt;Elas contam-me que as suas vidas correm de forma monótona e sem perspectivas, que trabalham apenas para sobreviver e que não sabem como ocupar o tempo livre. Enfim, são várias as maneiras que elas encontram para dizer que estão simplesmente a perder a esperança. Antes de me contarem tudo isto, já tinham estado noutros consultórios, onde receberam as condolências de um diagnóstico firme: "Depressão"... além da inevitável receita do anti-depressivo do momento. Assim, depois de as ouvir atentamente, eu digo-lhes que elas não precisam de nenhum anti-depressivo. Digo-lhes que o que elas precisam é de um Amante! &lt;br /&gt;É impressionante ver a expressão dos olhos delas ao receberem o meu conselho. Há as que pensam: "Como é possível que um profissional se atreva a sugerir uma coisa destas ?!". &lt;br /&gt;Há também as que, chocadas e escandalizadas, despedem-se e não voltam nunca mais. Às que decidem ficar e não fogem horrorizadas, eu explico-lhes o seguinte: Amante é "aquilo que nos apaixona". É o que toma conta do nosso pensamento antes de adormecermos, e é também aquilo que, às vezes, nos impede de dormir. O nosso Amante é o que nos mantém distraídos em relação ao que acontece à nossa volta. É o que nos mostra o sentido e a motivação da vida. &lt;br /&gt;Às vezes encontramos o nosso amante no nosso parceiro, outras vezes, em alguém que não é nosso parceiro, mas que nos desperta as maiores paixões e sensações incríveis. Também podemos encontrá-lo na pesquisa científica ou na literatura, na música, na política, no desporto, no trabalho, na necessidade de nos transcendermos espiritualmente, numa boa refeição, no estudo, ou no prazer obsessivo do nosso passatempo preferido... &lt;br /&gt;Enfim, Amante é "alguém" ou "algo" que nos faz "namorar" a vida e nos afasta do triste destino de "ir vivendo". E o que é "ir vivendo"? &lt;br /&gt;"Ir vivendo" é ter medo de viver. É vigiar a forma como os outros vivem, é o deixarmo-nos dominar pela pressão, andar por consultórios médicos, tomar remédios multicoloridos, afastarmo-nos do que é gratificante, observar decepcionados cada ruga nova que o espelho nos mostra, é aborrecermo-nos com o calor ou com o frio, com a humidade, com o sol ou com a chuva. "Ir vivendo" é adiar a possibilidade de viver o hoje, fingindo contentarmo-nos com a incerta e frágil ilusão de que talvez possamos realizar algo amanhã. &lt;br /&gt;Por favor, não se contentem com "ir vivendo". Procurem um amante, sejam também um amante e um protagonista da vossa vida... &lt;br /&gt;Acreditem que o trágico não é morrer, porque afinal a morte tem boa memória e nunca se esqueceu de ninguém. O trágico é desistir de viver, por isso, e sem mais delongas, procurem um amante. &lt;br /&gt;A psicologia, após estudar muito sobre o tema, descobriu algo transcendental: &lt;br /&gt;"Para se estar satisfeito, activo, e sentirem-se jovens e felizes, é preciso namorar a vida". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      Texto: Dr. Jorge Bucay &lt;br /&gt;                                                Livro: "Hay que buscarse un Amante"&lt;br /&gt;                                             (email que me chegou da pequena delicia)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8186075285912290100?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8186075285912290100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8186075285912290100&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8186075285912290100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8186075285912290100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/05/procura-se-um-amante.html' title='Procura-se  um amante'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-6339714529976893203</id><published>2009-04-24T12:39:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T12:44:42.612+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo tem o seu tempo</title><content type='html'>No final de Março, recebi este email, uma partilha de uma Muito amiga de infancia.&lt;br /&gt;Lara, nunca te cheguei a agradecer.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada pelo ar fresco que vais trazendo à minha vida e o carinho :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1*Para tudo há um momento &lt;br /&gt;e um tempo para cada coisa que se deseja debaixo do céu:&lt;br /&gt;2tempo para nascer e tempo para morrer,&lt;br /&gt;tempo para plantar e tempo para arrancar o que se plantou, &lt;br /&gt;3tempo para matar e tempo para curar,&lt;br /&gt;tempo para destruir e tempo para edificar,&lt;br /&gt;4tempo para chorar e tempo para rir,&lt;br /&gt;tempo para se lamentar e tempo para dançar,&lt;br /&gt;5tempo para atirar pedras e tempo para as ajuntar, &lt;br /&gt;tempo para abraçar e tempo para evitar o abraço,&lt;br /&gt;6tempo para procurar e tempo para perder,&lt;br /&gt;tempo para guardar e tempo para atirar fora,&lt;br /&gt;7tempo para rasgar e tempo para coser,&lt;br /&gt;tempo para calar e tempo para falar,&lt;br /&gt;8tempo para amar e tempo para odiar,&lt;br /&gt;tempo para guerra e tempo para paz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eclesiastes 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-6339714529976893203?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/6339714529976893203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=6339714529976893203&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6339714529976893203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6339714529976893203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/04/tudo-tem-o-seu-tempo.html' title='Tudo tem o seu tempo'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-5225306776368123722</id><published>2009-02-27T20:58:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T21:13:43.881Z</updated><title type='text'>por causa de um espirro</title><content type='html'>Foi por causa de um espirro que tive um grande susto...&lt;br /&gt;Tinha partido de Lisboa para umas férias bem merecidas, o sol raiava e aquecia o coração e eu conduzia na faixa mais à direita tal como manda o código. &lt;br /&gt;Espirrei, fechei os olhos, tirei uma mão do volante e tudo acontece3u em segundos. O que me passava pela cabeça era "tou a ter um acidente... tou a ter um acidente!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Pararam 2 carros com pessoas muito simpáticas e preocupadas que se prontificaram a ajudar, mas a minha única preocupação era o facto de eles estarem na autoestrada fora dos seus carros sem os coletes reflectores...&lt;br /&gt;Não tive nada, só o choque e alguns nervos. O carro ficou pouco danificado, mas teve que ir à oficina.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pensei no que podia acontecer quando se espirra e se conduz o que podia acontecer, agora, depois do sucedido, pelo menos já sei uma das hipóteses...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-5225306776368123722?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/5225306776368123722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=5225306776368123722&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5225306776368123722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1984385104667120177</id><published>2009-02-05T13:20:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:21:55.958Z</updated><title type='text'>ciclo vicioso e sem fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Des&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ilu&lt;/span&gt;do-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; porque me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;iludo&lt;/span&gt;... tantas e tantas vezes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-1984385104667120177?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-705543898634764880</id><published>2009-02-04T12:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T12:49:27.854Z</updated><title type='text'>o que somos e transportamos connosco</title><content type='html'>O pai da-nos a visão do mundo e a mãe da-nos a visão do eu, enquanto pessoa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-705543898634764880?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/705543898634764880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=705543898634764880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, pela primeira vez, ouvi esta expressão: "economia da atenção".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dá que pensar... tudo corre tão depressa, acontecem coisas á velocidade da luz que parece que quase tudo me passa ao lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas sempre tentei  dar atenção e mimar as pessoas da minha vida, nunca muito interessada na quantidade, pois quanto maior, menor a atenção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descobri, portanto que economizo atenção para aqueles que me são importantes, mas muitas vezes não o faço noutros campos... sentido-me muitas vezes dispersa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será que ser multidisciplinar que dizer isso mesmo focar para abranger?&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/30033038-7193350840381495277?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7193350840381495277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7193350840381495277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7193350840381495277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7193350840381495277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/01/economida-da-atencao.html' title='a economida da atenção'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1387113183782158934</id><published>2009-01-24T12:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-24T12:06:28.376Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"c&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ada vez gosto mais de menos gente"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Agostinho da Silva&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/30033038-1387113183782158934?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1605448988518519083</id><published>2009-01-21T14:02:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-21T14:02:49.119Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SXcq7Tiv6hI/AAAAAAAAANI/4AfH4HaVVPg/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293747085343975954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 117px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SXcq7Tiv6hI/AAAAAAAAANI/4AfH4HaVVPg/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-1605448988518519083?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SXcq7Tiv6hI/AAAAAAAAANI/4AfH4HaVVPg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1223082732624444069</id><published>2009-01-20T09:13:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-20T09:19:11.226Z</updated><title type='text'>YES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje vai-se fazer história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Yes I can, yes you can, yes we can"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não é só um orgulho para os Americanos, o MUNDO enche-se de orgulho para o acolher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fala de verdade, de justiça, que quer ouvir sempre a voz do povo, estar perto da família e continuar a contar histórias ás filhas e ouvir a sua opinião sobre o pai!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Surge outra intenção para este ano, não deixar de ler "a audácia da esperança" escrito por este que promete ser um grande senhor Barack Obama!&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/30033038-1223082732624444069?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/1223082732624444069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=1223082732624444069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1223082732624444069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1223082732624444069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/01/yes.html' title='YES'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7322849745446697114</id><published>2009-01-16T12:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-16T12:48:02.369Z</updated><title type='text'>a recusa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ultimamente ando com dores de costas, já há mais de 8 meses…&lt;br /&gt;Antes eram as omoplatas e agora mais abaixo…&lt;br /&gt;Recuso-me a pensar que é velhice, mas tenho que ir tratar disto. O que é mais doloroso é saber que não são coisas que se resolvem de um dia para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Enfim… coisas da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7322849745446697114?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7322849745446697114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7322849745446697114&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7322849745446697114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7322849745446697114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/01/recusa.html' title='a recusa'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7074203683955652250</id><published>2009-01-15T10:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T10:23:01.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Presentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adoro receber presentes fora de época, prendas atrasadas de natal, de aniversário ou prendas porque sim…. São boas porque são inesperadas… não importa se são grandes, porque o que importa é o que significam, o valor emocional que carregam.&lt;br /&gt;Adoro ainda mais oferecer e também sem razão é quando sabe melhor ver a reacção das pessoas….&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada ás prendas inesperadas, obrigada aos textos que as acompanham… porque quando vemos alguma coisa escrita sobre nós ou sobre as relações que me unem a alguém torna-se ainda mais real e sentido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7074203683955652250?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7074203683955652250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7074203683955652250&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7074203683955652250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7074203683955652250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/01/presentes.html' title='Presentes'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8140403854889239991</id><published>2009-01-14T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:10:14.063Z</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SW3yLEcbPoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rm4kVFsE7s8/s1600-h/LAFCAZZPQ90CA6GM61QCAP8LRP3CAW4ISPBCAYJZLZ1CAB2E785CAR1UF90CA1L2EHACAA0RW2VCAVG490HCA52LBMRCAIYFJ2OCA5YU6YPCAY8P0H2CAQR6XC9CA781B4BCA7QBTJZCAZYB79GCABFRJRN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291151409215651458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SW3yLEcbPoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rm4kVFsE7s8/s200/LAFCAZZPQ90CA6GM61QCAP8LRP3CAW4ISPBCAYJZLZ1CAB2E785CAR1UF90CA1L2EHACAA0RW2VCAVG490HCA52LBMRCAIYFJ2OCA5YU6YPCAY8P0H2CAQR6XC9CA781B4BCA7QBTJZCAZYB79GCABFRJRN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8140403854889239991?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8140403854889239991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8140403854889239991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8140403854889239991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8140403854889239991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009_14.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SW3yLEcbPoI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rm4kVFsE7s8/s72-c/LAFCAZZPQ90CA6GM61QCAP8LRP3CAW4ISPBCAYJZLZ1CAB2E785CAR1UF90CA1L2EHACAA0RW2VCAVG490HCA52LBMRCAIYFJ2OCA5YU6YPCAY8P0H2CAQR6XC9CA781B4BCA7QBTJZCAZYB79GCABFRJRN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7006137204884011347</id><published>2009-01-14T14:03:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-14T14:10:57.089Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sempre que se inicia um novo ano, os votos de felicidade, sucesso, saúde, amor, prosperidade.... renovam-se. Pensamos o que queremos ser mais do que somos, o que queremos mudar na nossa vida, o que queremos manter, melhorar e esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Gosto desta sensação de iniciar.... um novo ano, uma nova agenda, uma nova etapa, um novo sonho, novos propósitos e ambições e começar a viagem anual que faço ao estrangeiro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Adoro novos anos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7006137204884011347?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7006137204884011347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7006137204884011347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7006137204884011347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7006137204884011347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009.html' title=''/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-3709525180833886487</id><published>2008-12-14T22:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T22:23:18.430Z</updated><title type='text'>O espírito do NATAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Como o Natal está perto e não passa despercebido, vou falar sobre ele, ou desabafar sobre o que traz o Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Porque é que as pessoas insistem em dar donativos na rua ou a causas de solidariedade libertamdo-se de pesos na consciência se, nem se quer se conseguem descentrar de si mesmas e viver o verdadeiro ESPÍRITO de Natal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Natal é o nascimento, o renascimento de tudo o que pode começar de novo, uma nova forma de viver, olhar as coisas, o outro... uma oportunidade de dar o passo que precisamos de dar mas ainda não demos, de ter compaixão pelos semelhantes, sentir que somos todos iguais, nem mais nem menos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sinto uma pena imensa por ver que ainda há muitas pessoas que não tenham percebidos que todos temos telhados de vidro e que todos erramos de vez em quando e as que já tenham percebido não façam nada por ser diferente só porque sim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-3709525180833886487?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/3709525180833886487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=3709525180833886487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3709525180833886487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3709525180833886487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-esprito-do-natal.html' title='O espírito do NATAL'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2697621557564275580</id><published>2008-11-03T21:30:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-03T21:35:41.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Inferno de olga Roriz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SQ9uk6BK4lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/x48TnoQ5l7M/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264548069747909202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SQ9uk6BK4lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/x48TnoQ5l7M/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBN8SU7lexs/SDWmYFUfxAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ni4-FGhnc78/s400/OLGA%2BRORIZ%2B-%2BPARA__SO_Alexandre%2BC__maraCarinhasSantiagoCalRijmer_TNSC%2B%2B3.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.alencult.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;h=266&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=12&amp;amp;hl=pt&amp;amp;start=11&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__YiZavWl790uyiWDKEJ2LxOgFstE=&amp;amp;tbnid=Sv5WWsVF_RYl9M:&amp;amp;tbnh=82&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dolga%2Broriz%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt%26client%3Dpub-client%26sa%3DN%26oe%3DISO-8859-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://bp2.blogger.com/_UBN8SU7lexs/SDWmYFUfxAI/AAAAAAAAAhk/ni4-FGhnc78/s400/OLGA%2BRORIZ%2B-%2BPARA__SO_Alexandre%2BC__maraCarinhasSantiagoCalRijmer_TNSC%2B%2B3.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://www.alencult.blogspot.com/&amp;amp;h=266&amp;amp;w=400&amp;amp;sz=12&amp;amp;hl=pt&amp;amp;start=11&amp;amp;um=1&amp;amp;usg=__YiZavWl790uyiWDKEJ2LxOgFstE=&amp;amp;tbnid=Sv5WWsVF_RYl9M:&amp;amp;tbnh=82&amp;amp;tbnw=124&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dolga%2Broriz%26um%3D1%26hl%3Dpt%26client%3Dpub-client%26sa%3DN%26oe%3DISO-8859-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inferno é um lugar onde se descansa por fim a tristeza e se cansa o corpo dançante pelo puro prazer de o fazer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um espaço de libertação e tranquilidade incontida que predispõe ao arrebatamento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contradizendo o título, aqui o pecado não é punido. A maldade não é punida. A fraqueza também não. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inferno é um caminho interior e iniciático, polvilhado de tristezas, ironias e reconciliações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ideia de musical, como em Paraíso , continua presente mas com um olhar ainda mais distante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Várias são as formas de expressão. As vozes unem-se em hino ou em canções de amores solitárias. Os anjos transformam-se em bobos que dançam e falam sobre alguns de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o resto é para ser descoberto a cada passo, em cada palavra, em cada som ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Olga Roriz, 10/02/2008&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/30033038-2697621557564275580?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2697621557564275580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2697621557564275580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2697621557564275580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2697621557564275580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/11/inferno-de-olga-roriz.html' title='Inferno de olga Roriz'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SQ9uk6BK4lI/AAAAAAAAAJY/x48TnoQ5l7M/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-4442030186198122275</id><published>2008-10-03T19:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T19:02:27.417+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas quase existênciais (parte IV)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como é que as lagartas saem das maçãs se fazem o buraco de dentro (do caroço) para fora? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que já nascem nas maçãs??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-4442030186198122275?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4442030186198122275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4442030186198122275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4442030186198122275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4442030186198122275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/10/dvidas-quase-existnciais-parte-iv.html' title='Dúvidas quase existênciais (parte IV)'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2267605456466601646</id><published>2008-10-03T18:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T18:59:43.838+01:00</updated><title type='text'>outros valores se impõem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, a equipa de trabalho foi até à expo fazer um balanço de como o trabalho estava a correr, que coisas mudar, incidentes críticos, projectar futuros....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E em conversa o chefe elogiou o modo como nos damos e referiu que a equipa por ter pessoas tão diferentes que tinha tudo para correr mal: uma isotérica, uma certinha e uma santinha... e eu, finalmente admiti, assumi em contexto de trabalho que muitas das vezes penso mais no bom ambiente  de trabalho e de equipa, do que o meu próprio bem estar, valores, formas de agir, e que é um exercício por vezes complicado e de muita interiorização e paciência. Será que é a isto que chamam jogo de cintura? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-2267605456466601646?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2267605456466601646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2267605456466601646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2267605456466601646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2267605456466601646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/10/outros-valores-se-impem.html' title='outros valores se impõem'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-391620350062884376</id><published>2008-09-26T23:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T23:44:52.414+01:00</updated><title type='text'>é facil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É fácil estar contigo, ser contigo…&lt;br /&gt;Ir a tua casa, fazer-me de convidada para jantar, é fácil aceitar o teu computador quando mo ofereces para gravar um cd, fazer brindes com comida, fazer cara de macakinha…&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, até onde chegámos conseguimos ir mais longe porque tudo o que já passámos já ninguém nos tira nem abala…&lt;br /&gt;È bom sentir que é fácil estar contigo e ser contigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-391620350062884376?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/391620350062884376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=391620350062884376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/391620350062884376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/391620350062884376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/09/facil.html' title='é facil'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8214021743793845894</id><published>2008-09-08T17:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:50:55.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>vida a dois</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou melhor vida a duas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem sempre é fácil, especialmente quando se vive com alguém por condição e não por opção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas como fazer para que as coisas corram bem se: se insiste pendurar o pano do pó junto das pégas da cozinha?; quando se gasta energia desnecessária a fazer máquinas unicamente com 3 panos da cozinha ou 5 cuecas?; tira a minha roupa que está para lavar da máquina e lava a dela 1ª?; só dá a saudação quando lhe petece e está bem humorada?; se deita fora comida ainda em prazo de validade?; traz o namorado para passar o fim-de-semana em casa e nem avisa?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu vivo com uma prima e é assim que vivo. Respiro fundo, retiro importancia ao assunto e tento aguentar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8214021743793845894?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8214021743793845894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8214021743793845894&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8214021743793845894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8214021743793845894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/09/vida-dois.html' title='vida a dois'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-3346505534691752077</id><published>2008-09-06T14:54:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:55:50.521+01:00</updated><title type='text'>na Polónia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242910920593258114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="167" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKPtEL6NoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fB24fmstMO8/s200/P1010091.JPG" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKOa9coUHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sI0wbV7bK0E/s1600-h/P1010092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242909510035066994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKOa9coUHI/AAAAAAAAAJA/sI0wbV7bK0E/s200/P1010092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKMyXMrf2I/AAAAAAAAAI4/V0_bXKVWF9A/s1600-h/P1010082.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242912794338588402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="222" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKRaIbm9vI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/QIbT2XpnFug/s200/P1010066.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estive em Varsóvia 1 dia e meio, revi amigos, conheci uma bébe linda e visitei ruas cheias de turistas, pessoas aterefadas a caminho da missa e um grupo de portugueses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-3346505534691752077?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/3346505534691752077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=3346505534691752077&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3346505534691752077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3346505534691752077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/09/na-polnia.html' title='na Polónia'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKPtEL6NoI/AAAAAAAAAJI/fB24fmstMO8/s72-c/P1010091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-516668209717648984</id><published>2008-09-06T14:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:53:44.967+01:00</updated><title type='text'>dançar, dançar, dançar....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A paixão pelas danças de salão começaram em Maio de 2006 no Fundão… O grupo era divertido o professor um amante da dança e estava sempre a 1000 à hora, bem disposto, vocacionado sem dúvida para dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Zacarias, homenagem te seja feita, OBRIGADA pela paciência para as minhas perguntas perfeccionistas, e pelo carinho como ensinas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um convite de trabalho fez-me mudar de planos e, deixei o Fundão e as danças de salão…&lt;br /&gt;Em Lisboa não é fácil encontrar par (pré-requisito obrigatório em qualquer escola), e a vontade de continuar a dançar e a aprender fiou adiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, com as arrumações do costume encontro um papel com todas os estilos de dança que sabia dançar os passos básicos, agora só me lembro metade dos estilos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danças de salão Modernas&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ____________________&lt;/span&gt;Danças sociais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;v Valsa Inglesa (lenta) &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;________________________&lt;/span&gt;v Rock&lt;br /&gt;v Valsa Vianense &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;____________________________ &lt;/span&gt;v Mambo&lt;br /&gt;v Tango&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; ____________________________________&lt;/span&gt;v Salsa&lt;br /&gt;v Fox trot &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________________&lt;/span&gt;v Merengue&lt;br /&gt;v Fox trot nacional &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;__________________________&lt;/span&gt;v Sevilhanas&lt;br /&gt;v Quick step&lt;br /&gt;v Slow Rithm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danças Latinas&lt;br /&gt;v Cha Cha Cha&lt;br /&gt;v Paso doble&lt;br /&gt;v Samba&lt;br /&gt;v Rumba&lt;br /&gt;v Jive&lt;br /&gt;v Bolero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero continuar a dançar, porque a dançar sinto-me mais que feliz, descontraída, sorridente…&lt;br /&gt;O Francisco em jeito de brincadeira perguntou-me “a menina consegue-me o prazer desta dança?”, e eu aceitei voltarei sempre a aceitar, nem que seja para não esquecer&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/30033038-516668209717648984?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/516668209717648984/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=516668209717648984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/516668209717648984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/516668209717648984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/09/danar-danar-danar.html' title='dançar, dançar, dançar....'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7626015914757128653</id><published>2008-09-03T18:49:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T18:58:21.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a teoria dos ex-amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“A amizade é uma experiência mais frequente que o amor; mas todos os dias ouvimos histórias sobre ex-maridos, ex-namoradas, ao passo que pouca gente fala dos ex-amigos. E ao nosso lado há amizades que acabaram, como uma implosão de um edifício em ruínas, estrépito abafado e uma grande nuvem de pó. Disso fica apenas um grande silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não gostam de reconhecer que a amizade é um laço frágil. A mitologia diz que os amigos são indestrutíveis e eternos. Há por isso um grau de decepção no fim de uma amizade que cobre de vergonha os envolvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Uma paixão amorosa está umbilicalmente ligada a dimensões mais superficiais e passageiras, como o aspecto físico ou o desejo sexual. Quando o amor acaba, a tragédiaé minimizada porque já sabíamos que o “amor acaba”. O fim de uma amizade é uma surpresa mais chocante. Quando uma amizade acaba temos de reconhecer, contrariados, que a amizade, tal como o amor, é uma eternidade fraudulenta.&lt;br /&gt;Norman Podhoretz escreveu uma curiosa autobiografia chamada Ex-Friends (2000), em que conta como se zangou com todos os americanos. No caso de Podhoretz, as amizades terminam por discórdias politicas. (…) A amizade suporta bem opiniões divergentes. Eis o que uma amizade não aguenta: deslealdades, traições, ausências, crueldades, competições, impiedades. Já passei por algumas rupturas violentas, e sei que as amizades acabam porque pomos em causa o carácter do amigo (ou ele o nosso). Reparem que não me refiro às amizades que se desvanecem, à intensidade que diminui, às pessoas com quem vamos perdendo contacto aos poucos, sem premeditação, só porque mudaram os nossos hábitos ou as nossas circunstancias. De tempos a tempos, todos temos amigos de quem já não somos amigos. Mas isso é muito diferente de um ex-amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Um ex-amigo é alguém a quem um dia entregamos as chaves todas que tínhamos. Teve acesso total às nossas ideias e emoções. Um ex-amigo foi sempre um amigo íntimo. É isso que explica o decoro antiquado com que evitamos o assunto. O ex-amigo representa um juízo ético errado. É uma mancha humana. Um momento em que nos enganamos completamente sobre a humanidae, ou sobre um humano em concreto.É fácil dizermos “eu achava que estava apaixonado e garantirmos que confundimos o amor com uns olhos azuis. Mas com um amigo, que é um peixe de águas profundas, não temos essa desculpa. Quem é que diz” eu achava que era amigo dele”? O fim de uma paixão revela um erro comum. O fim de uma amizade é um erro pessoal. Sem direito a perguntas.&lt;br /&gt;O ex-amigo nunca nos é indiferente. Uma das minhas regras sagradas de conduta é que nunca digo mal de um ex-amigo. Isso é tanto mais estranho quanto sou capaz de dizer mal de um amigo, em casos graves. Mas um ex-amigo é como uma invertigação policial inconclusiva. É um caso arquivaso por desistência e que pesa na consciência.(…)&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo, o ex-amigo não é exactamente um inimigo. É um fantasma, uma assombração de que nos lembramos sempre, como nos lembramos das mulheres que amámos. O Amigo entro u na cidade proibida e agora não nos perdoamos que ele tenha visto os leões e os archeiros. Quando nos arrependemos de uma intimidade sexual, deitamos as culpas para a loucura temporária que é o desejo. Mas nunca perdoamos o entusiasmo lúcido com que fizemos amigos e depois os perdemos. Não estamos sequer arrependidos: estamos tristes com uma tristeza mais suportável e mais duradora que a tristesa amorosa. Quando nos cruzamos com um ex-amigo e não nos cumprimentamos, pesa no coração o logro que é a fraternidade. Sem a qual a igualdade e a liberdade afinal não valem nada”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By Pedro Mexia&lt;br /&gt;In jornal Público&lt;br /&gt;16 .08.2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tenho um ex-amigo e nem sempre é facil assumir... &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&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/30033038-7626015914757128653?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7626015914757128653/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1841121363550562618</id><published>2008-08-28T18:02:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T17:52:34.826+01:00</updated><title type='text'>na Lituania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.............................................................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242899589240765730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKFZfm8vSI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gJ35FyI5btw/s200/P1010050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;os castelos na Lituania não são medievais como os nossos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(Trakai)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKGf_r-A_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/cYO78Po6R_s/s1600-h/P1010032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242900800442598386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKGf_r-A_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/cYO78Po6R_s/s200/P1010032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKHzmNQdnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0yO9U87vtxE/s1600-h/images[29].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242902236711908978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" height="133" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKHzmNQdnI/AAAAAAAAAIo/0yO9U87vtxE/s200/images%5B29%5D.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O conceito de sopa é diferente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;da sopa tradicional mediterranea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242904138201817522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SMKJiRzx4bI/AAAAAAAAAIw/q_TkOwWmBFg/s200/P1010036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arbata - Chá em Portugues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;é oferecido sempre que entramos em casa de alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-1841121363550562618?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/1841121363550562618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=1841121363550562618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1841121363550562618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1841121363550562618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/08/na-lituania.html' title='na Lituania'/><author><name>Suspiros e 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src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SGNNPYeg_BI/AAAAAAAAAH4/16B8n7vE7F0/s200/Sex+%26+City.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O filme tão esperado estreou há mais de 2 semanas e ontem fomos os 4 ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Preparação a rigor com direito a saltos altos, maquilhagem, &lt;em&gt;glamour&lt;/em&gt;, boa disposição e uma série de confidências!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Foi bom rir com vocês, chorar com vocês, estar perto de vocês, ficar no vosso sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;OBRIGADA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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remates à baliza, cantos, contra-ataques, e boa disposição Portugal deixou-se vencer...&lt;br /&gt;A esperança era cada vez maior e parece que só no final de jogo é que “acordamos para a vida”, acordámos, sim porque faço parte daqueles portuguesas que não o deixo de ser quando existem derrotas, não, não sou daqueles que só porque perdemos deixamos de ser nós e passam a ser eles...&lt;br /&gt;Foi pena, mas eu também não era capaz de fazer melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffffff;"&gt;nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-3943866231878883411?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8136443947653636809</id><published>2008-05-27T08:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T09:18:12.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"O meu fado"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(Mu)dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Era uma vez uma menina&lt;br /&gt;que queria dançar.&lt;br /&gt;Fazê-lo enchia.a de vida,&lt;br /&gt;insuflava-a de ar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia acharam-na sem pés,&lt;br /&gt;viraram-lhe a vida ao contrário,&lt;br /&gt;ficou tão desesperada,&lt;br /&gt;incapaz de mudar o cenário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito tempo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Sem que nada mudasse,&lt;br /&gt;a vida sem alegria,&lt;br /&gt;sentia-se num impasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muito tempo passou&lt;br /&gt;até que um dia acordou,&lt;br /&gt;e com outros olhos viu&lt;br /&gt;que a estrela sempre a olhou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vive cheia, vê, ouve e saboreia&lt;br /&gt;A vida, a vida cheia&lt;br /&gt;Entrega-te a cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;a cada pedaço,&lt;br /&gt;a cada olhar,&lt;br /&gt;a cada abraço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Viu-se então a estudar&lt;br /&gt;as profundezas do ser&lt;br /&gt;e na dança sem acaso&lt;br /&gt;confiou o seu viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dança agora outra musica&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer uma que vier&lt;br /&gt;alegre salta, rejubila,&lt;br /&gt;não tem medo, quer viver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Maria Filipe a Nicolau Antunes (grupo de teatro dISPArteatro)&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/30033038-8136443947653636809?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8136443947653636809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8136443947653636809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8136443947653636809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8136443947653636809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-meu-fado.html' title='&quot;O meu fado&quot;'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-3025116705794616808</id><published>2008-05-20T09:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T09:37:22.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Finfa Lx 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SDKNtRcg3zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BaNZ0P9BitU/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202376328482971442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SDKNtRcg3zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BaNZ0P9BitU/s200/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JOÃO CALIXTO E TIAGO VIEGAS - Portugal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AS PEQUENAS CERIMÓNIAS19 DE MAIO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Calixto e Tiago Viegas - Criação e interpretação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;João Calixto - Projecto, cenografia e marionetas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A trágica saga duma noite de café curto e com cheirinho... servida pelos próprios e suas marionetas.&lt;br /&gt;O melhor menu de sempre até hoje nesta casa: sopa, prato, pão, vinho, café, sobremesa e apetitoso bailado (serviço à mesa incluído no menu).&lt;br /&gt;Uma atmosfera especial. Sentados à mesa, dois moços repousam, entreolhando-se no vazio de uma pausa para a sesta. Ouve-se o rádio e o Capitão dorme. Clientes que entram, outros que saem. Vêm pela refeição do costume ou simplesmente por um copo de bagaço. Por vezes pode-se observar de perto o cozinheiro, um senhor afrancesado cuja vida se inscreve num armário que abre portas a um universo de facas e cutelos, tesouras e outras ferramentas de utilidade duvidosa. Mas é mestre na ilusão da cutelaria, transformando as suas pommes de terre em extravagantes e deliciosos gourmets. Outras vezes aparece o patrão, um galo em sotaque alemão, elemento de vertigem na sua apressada rotina de barafustar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite deliciosa no claustro do Museu da Marioneta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-3025116705794616808?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/3025116705794616808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=3025116705794616808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3025116705794616808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3025116705794616808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/05/finfa-lx-8.html' title='Finfa Lx 8'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/SDKNtRcg3zI/AAAAAAAAAHw/BaNZ0P9BitU/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2728785558188035760</id><published>2008-05-06T09:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T09:13:52.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolve-te!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Resolve-te, resolve-me, é preciso resolver-me, decidir-me, escolher-me, descobrir-me.&lt;br /&gt;Custa arriscar-me, expor-me, mergulhar-me, invadir-me, vasculhar-me, rasgar-me de coisas que não gosto. Impelir-me, desacomodar-me, desinstalar-me, descomplicar-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-2728785558188035760?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2728785558188035760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2728785558188035760&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2728785558188035760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2728785558188035760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/05/resolve-te.html' title='Resolve-te!'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1835451639148645855</id><published>2008-05-03T11:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T11:15:41.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>idiossincrasias</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;De imediato passo a explicar: segundo o dicionário Idiossincrasias é o modo de ver, de sentir, de ser próprio de uma pessoa… que é relativo à disposição particular de um individuo para reagir à acção dos agentes exteriores… temperamento peculiar a cada individuo. Vulgo: uma pessoa bexigosa, segundo os meus irmãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que sou idiossincrática e que não sou esquisita e nem refilona, mas sim requintada, selectiva e atenta, numa palavra só Idiossincrática.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conheço quem use sempre a mesma sequência de cores nas mola quando estende a roupa, quem passe a ferro com uma tesoura sempre por perto para ir cortando etiquetas e linhas, quem não goste de ter a cadeira onde se senta a vibrar com o pé ou toque de alguém, quem odeie sons repetidos e sequenciados como mexer nas unhas constantemente, bater com as unhas na mesa, etc, quem odiei botões e não consiga usar roupa com os ditos botões, quem separe a comida no prato e não coma o arroz antes de ter acabado de comer a carne…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é isto mesmo que distingue as pessoas, não as torna robôs com acções mecanizados e nada autónomas e em piloto automático… Taras, manias, maneiras diferentes de fazer, dizer e sentir as coisas, as pessoas, os sentimentos, todos temos, todos somos, porque somos especiais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-1835451639148645855?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/1835451639148645855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=1835451639148645855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1835451639148645855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1835451639148645855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/05/idiossincrasias.html' title='idiossincrasias'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-5127763440897093344</id><published>2008-03-14T09:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:23:53.501Z</updated><title type='text'>encosta-te a mim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há dias em que acordo de manhã em que não suporto ser tocada, principalmente por desconhecidos. Pois, mas é nesses mesmos dias que todos tocam, ou é no elevador o cão do vizinho, no metro quando se entra e sai da carruagem, no autocarro, na rua... parece que tenho vestida uma t-shirt a dizer "encosta-te a mim" (mas não está assinada pelo J. Palma) invisível, porque tosos a vêem/lêem menos eu o que é sempre chato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Será que isto se está a agravar? Será que tem cura? Ou simplesmente já nasceu comigo este feitio que alguns chamam de esquesito e eu prefiro chamar de selectivo/requintado!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-5127763440897093344?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/5127763440897093344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=5127763440897093344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5127763440897093344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5127763440897093344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/03/encosta-te-mim.html' title='encosta-te a mim...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-6029695342717569406</id><published>2008-03-07T12:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:08:22.858Z</updated><title type='text'>dá que pensar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R-EB-JpZlXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eLfUeWXq9KQ/s1600-h/cor1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179423213705860466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R-EB-JpZlXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eLfUeWXq9KQ/s200/cor1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R-EB5ppZlWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b3FrAFezxs4/s1600-h/cor2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179423136396449122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R-EB5ppZlWI/AAAAAAAAAHg/b3FrAFezxs4/s200/cor2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R-EBzZpZlVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IIwTzrPsUAw/s1600-h/cor4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179423029022266706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R-EBzZpZlVI/AAAAAAAAAHY/IIwTzrPsUAw/s200/cor4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma campanha que dá que pensar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-6029695342717569406?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/6029695342717569406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=6029695342717569406&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6029695342717569406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6029695342717569406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/03/d-que-pensar.html' title='dá que pensar...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R-EB-JpZlXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/eLfUeWXq9KQ/s72-c/cor1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-9141200811338779866</id><published>2008-02-22T11:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T11:51:43.608Z</updated><title type='text'>Duvidas quase existenciais (parte III)...</title><content type='html'>O tempo não existe? Nós é que existimos no tempo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-9141200811338779866?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/9141200811338779866/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=9141200811338779866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/9141200811338779866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/9141200811338779866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/02/duvidas-quase-existenciais-parte-iii.html' title='Duvidas quase existenciais (parte III)...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2851103396696981765</id><published>2008-02-21T11:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T11:10:20.132Z</updated><title type='text'>duvidas quase existênciais (parte II)...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Somos o que temos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                             &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;E teremos o qu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;e merecemos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seremos nós os donos do nosso destino?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos nós proprios que fazemos a cama onde nos deitamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Somos assim porque sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&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/30033038-2851103396696981765?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2851103396696981765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2851103396696981765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2851103396696981765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2851103396696981765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/02/duvidas-quase-existnciais-parte-ii.html' title='duvidas quase existênciais (parte II)...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-3948593865980621424</id><published>2008-02-21T09:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T09:37:19.818Z</updated><title type='text'>Excerto de um livro acabado de ler</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Psicopatologia: percurso pelas obsessões e fobias compreensíveis, incluindo o medo de ser&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;capturado e estufado com caranguejo, a relutância em devolver um serviço de voleibol e a&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;incapacidade de dizer a palavra mackinaw na presença de senhoras. O irresistível impulso de &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;procurar a companhia de castores é analisado.” &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;WOODY ALLEN (para acabar com a cultura)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-3948593865980621424?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/3948593865980621424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=3948593865980621424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3948593865980621424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3948593865980621424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/02/excerto-de-um-livro-acabado-de-ler.html' title='Excerto de um livro acabado de ler'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-3543957838121717817</id><published>2008-02-20T12:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:07:16.338Z</updated><title type='text'>Tempo de mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Costumo ler uma revista da minha area chamada &lt;em&gt;Pessoal&lt;/em&gt; e encontrei este artigo que dá que pensar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"As pessoas começam finalmente a aperceber-se de que só existem verdadeiramente se forem "inteiras", e mesmo querendo procurar "a outra parte que falta sempre" fazem-no dentro de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tal como nas empresas, as pessoas parecem estar a descobrir que cada um de nós tem que cultivar a sua "cultura pessoal", a cultura que nos torna unicos e diferentes de todos os outros, "cultura de marca" que atrai os outros que com ela se identificam (...).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Os indivíduos que sabem estar sós, que gostam de estar sóssentem que apenas na solidão se encontram, se identificam e se partilham numa relação saudavel e com potencial de crescimento"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-3543957838121717817?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/3543957838121717817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=3543957838121717817&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3543957838121717817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3543957838121717817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/02/tempo-de-mudana.html' title='Tempo de mudança'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7281986439122834041</id><published>2008-02-08T09:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-08T09:33:37.184Z</updated><title type='text'>se o tempo se vendesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R6wha9X2QiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aBjbuzdenI0/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164539619722019362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R6wha9X2QiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aBjbuzdenI0/s200/Digitalizar0001-1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se o tempo se comprasse eu comprava umas latas para mim, para oferecer...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como ainda é utopia, resta aprovei-ta-lo, usá-lo da melhor forma e com qualidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7281986439122834041?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7281986439122834041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7281986439122834041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7281986439122834041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7281986439122834041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/02/se-o-tempo-se-vendesse.html' title='se o tempo se vendesse'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R6wha9X2QiI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aBjbuzdenI0/s72-c/Digitalizar0001-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8516412621211948801</id><published>2008-01-26T12:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T13:04:53.781Z</updated><title type='text'>É bom começar o ano assim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A passagem de ano foi no meu querido Porto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia 1 de manhã um belo passeio pela Foz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159759862287450626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R5smQdX2QgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lCt32sjYHSQ/s200/Chris+em+Portugal+08.JPG" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma visita guiada a Lisboa com o Chris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159762374843318802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R5soitX2QhI/AAAAAAAAAGY/ZvPvVF2eW08/s200/PICT0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E um jantar que comemora a amizade e se falam de coisas sérias e de parvoíces!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8516412621211948801?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8516412621211948801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8516412621211948801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8516412621211948801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8516412621211948801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2008/01/bom-comear-o-ano-assim.html' title='É bom começar o ano assim'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/R5smQdX2QgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/lCt32sjYHSQ/s72-c/Chris+em+Portugal+08.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2979881941082246273</id><published>2007-12-20T09:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:39:01.675Z</updated><title type='text'>ontem à noite!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem passei o dia todo a preparar o coração para mais um serão em casa para receber uns amigos para um chá de Natal, deta vez não fiz um bolo delicioso (por falta de tempo e por que decidi não o fazer), decidi antes por umas bolachinhas, porque afinal o que era importante era comemorar o espirito do Natal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O trio foi chegando e mal eu adivinhava o que a noite prometia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tivemos direito a preformance da diva do teatro, a lágrimas da plateia, a troca de galhardetes e prendas e partilhas de coisas/cenas futuras e presentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Obrigada por tudo. Soube pela vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-2979881941082246273?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2979881941082246273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2979881941082246273&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2979881941082246273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2979881941082246273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/12/ontem-noite.html' title='ontem à noite!'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-4436740695208375235</id><published>2007-12-20T09:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:25:25.760Z</updated><title type='text'>hoje de manhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Conversa entre uma menina de aproximadamente 4 anos para a sua mãe enquanto saiam da carruagem do metro na Alameda: "Ó mãe, eu hoje estou a portar-me bem?... E o Pai Natal está a ver que me estou a portar muito bem estes dias?... Então podes-me fazer uma vontade: convidar o Pai Natal no dia 25 para vir almoçar bacalhau à nossa casa, pode ser?".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adoro a ingenuidade das crianças!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-4436740695208375235?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4436740695208375235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4436740695208375235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4436740695208375235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4436740695208375235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/12/hoje-de-manh.html' title='hoje de manhã'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7518352151255913074</id><published>2007-12-15T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-20T09:40:36.940Z</updated><title type='text'>piloto automático</title><content type='html'>Um dos mecanismos de defesa que ultimamente utilizo é o piloto automático.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes dá muito jeito, principalmente quando não queremos pensar, sentir, mexer nas caixas das coisas importantes (como uma pessoa muito especial verbalizava e muito bem) que enterro e guardo muito bem guardadas.&lt;br /&gt;É também nessas alturas que apesar de me irritar a caca constante nos passeios no caminho diário para o trabalho e nesta época natalicia os pais natal a subir repetidamente as paredes dos prédios ganham outra a importancia...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, coisas da vida!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7518352151255913074?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7518352151255913074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7518352151255913074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7518352151255913074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7518352151255913074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/12/piloto-automtico.html' title='piloto automático'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-4391408213412817032</id><published>2007-11-20T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T11:13:23.824Z</updated><title type='text'>esperar e esperar e esperaaar</title><content type='html'>Esperar pelo autocarro que não vem&lt;br /&gt;Esperar por tudo o que convêm&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que faças as pazes comigo&lt;br /&gt;Esperar por te ter como amigo&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que a insegurança passe&lt;br /&gt;Esperar com este impasse&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;urgência&lt;/span&gt; chegue&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que não me leve&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que a liberdade não vicie&lt;br /&gt;Esperar pelas borboletas na barriga&lt;br /&gt;Esperar pelo sorriso que tarda&lt;br /&gt;Esperar... quem espera desespera,&lt;br /&gt;mas quem espera sempre alcança?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-4391408213412817032?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4391408213412817032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4391408213412817032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4391408213412817032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4391408213412817032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/11/esperar-e-esperar-e-esperaaar.html' title='esperar e esperar e esperaaar'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-3559097824961047976</id><published>2007-11-14T09:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T10:07:43.000Z</updated><title type='text'>A redoma tipo aquario</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RzrBZ5VsfII/AAAAAAAAAGI/pRdaJoNYgyk/s1600-h/CAY9Q5WX.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132627375974808706" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RzrBZ5VsfII/AAAAAAAAAGI/pRdaJoNYgyk/s200/CAY9Q5WX.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A maioria das vezes e principalmente quando se está sozinho na rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;vê-se, cada vez mais, auriculares (vulgarmente conhecidos como &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fones&lt;/span&gt;) nos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ouvidos, como se as pessoas se envolvessem numa bola de sabão (tipo anuncio &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;actimel&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;danone&lt;/span&gt; e as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;defesas&lt;/span&gt; que o produto oferece ao organismo). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Essa bola tipo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;aquário&lt;/span&gt; é protectora e envolve as pessoas num mundo que é só delas, num espaço aconchegado, ameno e quase que impenetrável.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O chato é quando existem aquelas pessoas que insistem em fazerem-se notar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;pessoas que não têm os ditos auriculares nem sequer são adeptas dessas coisas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e então resolvem boicotar esse momento tão especial e "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;egoísta&lt;/span&gt;" de cada um com &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;um encontrão ou aquelas perguntas do "tem lume?" ou "Já aqui está há muito tempo?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ou ainda tem horas que me diga?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Serão estas as pessoas que nos lembram que há um mundo cá fora que quer a nossa comunicação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-3559097824961047976?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/3559097824961047976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=3559097824961047976&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3559097824961047976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3559097824961047976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/11/redoma-tipo-aquario.html' title='A redoma tipo aquario'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RzrBZ5VsfII/AAAAAAAAAGI/pRdaJoNYgyk/s72-c/CAY9Q5WX.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-5448520969271278524</id><published>2007-10-26T10:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T10:19:45.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caetano - Cê</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RyGwvBqoq5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BcM3OoQr0kY/s1600-h/PICT0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125572172871936914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RyGwvBqoq5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BcM3OoQr0kY/s200/PICT0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coliseu dos recreios, dia 13 de Outubro, um rockeiro que desconhecia apareceu em palco e fez esquecer a idade que as rugas mostravam!&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/30033038-5448520969271278524?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RyGwvBqoq5I/AAAAAAAAAGA/BcM3OoQr0kY/s72-c/PICT0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-599518051985930560</id><published>2007-10-11T09:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T09:32:00.206+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Quem pagará o enterro e as flores &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se eu morrer de amores?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&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/30033038-599518051985930560?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-3227467806771358222</id><published>2007-09-27T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T16:29:15.735+01:00</updated><title type='text'>comprei-a...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;finalmente comprei a minha liberdade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"pobre" mas FELIZ!&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/30033038-3227467806771358222?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/3227467806771358222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>dúvidas quase existenciais...</title><content type='html'>Por vezes vêem-me à cabeça perguntas/dúvidas para as quais não tenho resposta...&lt;br /&gt;Quando tento saber a resposta através das pessoas, a reacção é quase sempre a mesma: "o quê??? onde é que foste buscar isso?" - perguntam com a mesma cara que eu faço quando me chegam estas curiosidades à cabeça....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E penso como seria bom haver um serviço tipo 1820 sistema informativo da PT, para onde se pode ligar e saber os números de telefone, mas desta vez seriam de coisas bizarras e curiosidades ecléticas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A última curiosidade: "a fruta tem sempre o mesmo açucar antes de amadurar e depois quando está madura? a resposta é mais ou menos obvia - não . Toda a gente sabe que quanto mais madura mais doce... mas se assim é,quem é que adoça a fruta??? é o tempo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-1940730905758120581?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/1940730905758120581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=1940730905758120581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1940730905758120581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1940730905758120581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/09/dvidas-quase-existenciais.html' title='dúvidas quase existenciais...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-5246060170754015243</id><published>2007-09-13T11:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T11:46:47.066+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fiz para ti!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RukR97miPEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gZTnLYWH2Qk/s1600-h/PICT0098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109635007897549890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RukR97miPEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gZTnLYWH2Qk/s200/PICT0098.JPG" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109635394444606546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RukSUbmiPFI/AAAAAAAAAFw/TNzWM5lQrjs/s200/PICT0099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109635746631924834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RukSo7miPGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/R106HdnezGQ/s200/PICT0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro ir visitar-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Adoro mimar-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Adoro as nossas conversas, as nossas cumplicidades!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;OBRIGADA por TuDo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-5246060170754015243?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/5246060170754015243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=5246060170754015243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5246060170754015243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5246060170754015243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/09/fiz-para-ti.html' title='fiz para ti!'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RukR97miPEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/gZTnLYWH2Qk/s72-c/PICT0098.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1869313585538917879</id><published>2007-09-06T12:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T13:00:09.561+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Incrivel Tasca Móvel no Fundão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inserido no Festival CALE, no Fundão, e depois de vários concertos: .Concerto de Pian o- Ana José CarroloMúsica Clássica;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.TOR - Música Irlandesa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;.Trio Marrucho - Jazz;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;hoje é a vez da Incrivel Tasca Móvel... e eu não posso perder mais este momento cultural em terras da cereja!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"A Incrível Tasca Móvel baseia-se em seis estruturas metálicas que se inclinam sobre o espaço, suportando lustres e gambiarras, elementos cénicos que delimitam fronteiras entre o público e o privado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com origens na margem Sul do Tejo, esta trupe musical de cinco elementos funde tradição e inovação, mistura a arte com copos de três, o fado e o circo, épocas distintas e cria o conceito de Tasca-Concerto. Nos primeiros anos apresentaram-se nas ruas, em cafés e bares, em jardins e lojas, buscando o contacto directo com o público, fundamental para a montagem e afinação do espectáculo. Até porque o público é nos concertos dos O’queStrada mais do que simples espectador. É ele próprio elemento do espectáculo, peça viva e uma presença musical."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-1869313585538917879?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/1869313585538917879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=1869313585538917879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1869313585538917879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1869313585538917879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/09/incrivel-tasca-mvel-no-fundo.html' title='Incrivel Tasca Móvel no Fundão'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7263887966037550319</id><published>2007-09-06T11:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T12:02:04.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'>não podia ter começado melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje o dia não podia ter começado melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Adoro receber cartas e hoje recebi uma com miminhos lá dentro e uma foto surpresa de um fim de semana memorável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Depois um mail com as fotos do sobrinho mais recente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mal posso esperar para vos ( L. e Tiago) abraçar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Obrigada pela vida que dão à minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7263887966037550319?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7263887966037550319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7263887966037550319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7263887966037550319'/><link 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style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Desta vez tive sorte porque esta musica é leve, fresca para o verão, e dispõem, não é nada cansativa por mais que se cante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A combinação perfeita de Ben Harper e a brasileira Vanessa da Mata!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=y8dQP5srrGk"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=y8dQP5srrGk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-4886341586898218724?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4886341586898218724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4886341586898218724&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4886341586898218724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4886341586898218724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/08/h-dias-assim.html' title='Há dias assim III ....'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-427068016491286612</id><published>2007-08-22T17:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T17:36:52.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma estrelinha</title><content type='html'>Acabei de saber...&lt;br /&gt;Nem estou em mim...&lt;br /&gt;O Tiago já respira o nosso ar...&lt;br /&gt;Já abriu os olhos e apontou para o pai...&lt;br /&gt;É moreno para representar o tipico português...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje à noite vai nascer uma estrelinha para proteger quem acaba de nascer.&lt;br /&gt;Tiago, mal posso esperar para te conhecer, te tomar no colo e sentir que de facto "a vida é tão rara"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-427068016491286612?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-6794797281129759700</id><published>2007-08-22T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T14:27:36.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Em Agosto os avec's...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Avec&lt;/span&gt;'s é uma expressão utilizada para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;denominar&lt;/span&gt; os emigrantes (de França, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Suíça&lt;/span&gt; e Luxemburgo) que voltam no mês de Agosto a Portugal para passar férias, irem à terra; matar saudades da família e dos amigos que por cá se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mantêm&lt;/span&gt; o ano todo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Até aqui tudo bem. Mas há uma coisa que me inquieta, por vezes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;confunde&lt;/span&gt; e, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;confesso&lt;/span&gt;, irrita: Porque é que os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;avec&lt;/span&gt;'s querem ser Portugueses em França e e Franceses em Portugal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Cá falam &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;francês&lt;/span&gt; e quanto mais alto melhor e lá exibem o cachecol de Portugal sempre que a nossa &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;selecção&lt;/span&gt; joga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-6794797281129759700?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/6794797281129759700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=6794797281129759700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6794797281129759700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6794797281129759700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/08/em-agosto-os-avecs.html' title='Em Agosto os avec&apos;s...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7610867755424079074</id><published>2007-07-31T10:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T10:50:32.749+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Andanças, muitas danças II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Minha aldeia é todo o mundo. Todo o mundo me pertence. Aqui me encontro e confundo com gente de todo o mundo que a todo o mundo pertence.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                              &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;  António Gedeão&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/30033038-7610867755424079074?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7610867755424079074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7610867755424079074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7610867755424079074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7610867755424079074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/07/andanas-muitas-danas-ii.html' title='Andanças, muitas danças II'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2121645552131106172</id><published>2007-07-24T17:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T17:27:33.486+01:00</updated><title type='text'>...vais perceber que é para ti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje gostava de te dizer tanta coisa…&lt;br /&gt;Tenho pensado tanto em ti e nas aventuras que marcaram…&lt;br /&gt;Para ser sincera nestes últimos dias começo a duvidar que não tenha sido eu a deitar-te a língua de fora quando nos vimos pela 1ª vez… Talvez por perceber desde logo que eras diferente e não te queria perder mesmo antes de nos termos falado…&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que me lembro da nossa ida ao Porto a ver o “termómetro umplugde” em plena época de exames… e eu a fugir das câmaras…&lt;br /&gt;E dos dias que decidíamos estudar juntas e fazíamos 1000 pausas para falar de uma coisa que nos tínhamos esquecido na pausa anterior…&lt;br /&gt;Dos lanches deliciosos e os mimos que comprávamos para esquecer o difícil da matéria e que existia a dieta…&lt;br /&gt;Do mega jantar de despedida quando fui para Taizé…&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço quando te sentes “fraquinha”…&lt;br /&gt;Do que me apoias-te quando acordava com o pânico…&lt;br /&gt;Daquele dia fantástico que passamos na Caparica, sem relógio…&lt;br /&gt;Do triste que me senti quando já não tinhas tempo para fazer parte do meu dia-a-dia, porque tinhas sempre mil coisas para fazer… fiquei com medo que te esquecesses de mim, ou que os outros fossem mais especiais, que a amizade com os outros fosse melhor…&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu sei e, acima de tudo sinto, que o teu amor é tão maravilhosamente grande que não há que ter medo.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada por TuDo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-2121645552131106172?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2121645552131106172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2121645552131106172&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2121645552131106172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2121645552131106172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/07/vais-perceber-que-para-ti.html' title='...vais perceber que é para ti...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2436720135596641793</id><published>2007-07-23T12:12:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:14:29.256+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias assim II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RqSNa4WTG_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/f5vaXnkIw1E/s1600-h/festacereja+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090348971777530866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RqSNa4WTG_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/f5vaXnkIw1E/s200/festacereja+139.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Há dias assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;em que estar junto apetece...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-2436720135596641793?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2436720135596641793/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2436720135596641793&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2436720135596641793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2436720135596641793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/07/h-dias-assim-ii.html' title='Há dias assim II'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RqSNa4WTG_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/f5vaXnkIw1E/s72-c/festacereja+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-497009238662935108</id><published>2007-07-20T12:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T16:21:02.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>encantas-me...</title><content type='html'>encanta-me o teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;encanta-me esse olhar meigo&lt;br /&gt;encanta-me a tua imensa ternura&lt;br /&gt;encanta-me a harmonia que te precorre&lt;br /&gt;encanta-me a cumplicidade que nos une&lt;br /&gt;encanta-me a tua capacidade de amar... para abraçares o amor&lt;br /&gt;eNCanTas-mE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-497009238662935108?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/497009238662935108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=497009238662935108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/497009238662935108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/497009238662935108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/07/encantas-me_20.html' title='encantas-me...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-4705407127163973275</id><published>2007-07-06T15:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T15:34:32.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há dias assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Ro5S3qP1ONI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Cht6yg4njok/s1600-h/festacereja+112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084092145534843090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Ro5S3qP1ONI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Cht6yg4njok/s200/festacereja+112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-4705407127163973275?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4705407127163973275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4705407127163973275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4705407127163973275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4705407127163973275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/07/h-dias-assim.html' title='Há dias assim...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Ro5S3qP1ONI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Cht6yg4njok/s72-c/festacereja+112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-603241877928045577</id><published>2007-07-03T12:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T12:50:25.017+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Era tão bom que tu também soubesses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu Sei que és mais do que pensas&lt;br /&gt;És mais do que pensas ser&lt;br /&gt;És mais do que sentes&lt;br /&gt;És mais do que mostras&lt;br /&gt;És mais do que ambicionas&lt;br /&gt;És mais do que fazes&lt;br /&gt;És mais do que sorris&lt;br /&gt;És mais do que podes imaginar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porque eu sei isto Tudo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tu também o deves saber&lt;br /&gt;ao menos sentir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(estas palavras são para os desacreditados, e Sim para ti que vieste “visitar-me”)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-603241877928045577?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/603241877928045577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=603241877928045577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/603241877928045577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/603241877928045577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/07/era-to-bom-que-tu-tambm-soubesses.html' title='Era tão bom que tu também soubesses...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8263643394183601837</id><published>2007-06-26T10:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T10:47:39.028+01:00</updated><title type='text'>S. João do e no Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RoDggIXOB9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wutbMmyAwqc/s1600-h/images+22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080307222279227346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RoDggIXOB9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wutbMmyAwqc/s200/images+22.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com marteladas durante a noite toda e algum alho porro no nariz e na boca, lá sobrevivi ao S. joão com muita animação, bailaricos, cheiro a sardinhas, sangria fresquinha e fogo de artifício, tudo ao som de música Pimba, José Cid e a acabar a noite GNR com tiques de Ney Matogrosso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Valeu bem a pena! E a companhia? Isso nem se fala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8263643394183601837?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8263643394183601837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8263643394183601837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8263643394183601837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8263643394183601837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/06/s-joo-do-e-no-porto.html' title='S. João do e no Porto'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RoDggIXOB9I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/wutbMmyAwqc/s72-c/images+22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7332300173168054184</id><published>2007-06-12T15:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T15:05:47.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Festa da Cereja no Fundão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rm6n7oXOB8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YZLa4l8W9T0/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075178472982054850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rm6n7oXOB8I/AAAAAAAAAFI/YZLa4l8W9T0/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É de ficar com agua na boca...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fundaoturismo.pt/destaques/festa-da-cereja/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;http://www.fundaoturismo.pt/destaques/festa-da-cereja/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7332300173168054184?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7332300173168054184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7332300173168054184&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-5792340221824371343</id><published>2007-06-12T14:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T14:59:46.318+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everlasting love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hearts gone astray Deep in her when they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went away Just when you needed me so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You won't regretI'll come back begging you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Won't you forgetWelcome love we once knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Open up your eyes Then you'll realise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I stand with my Everlasting love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need you by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl to be my pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll never be denied Everlasting love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hearts gone astray Deep in her when they go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I went away Just when you needed me so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You won't regretI'll come back begging you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Won't you forgetWelcome love we once knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Open up your eyes Then you'll realize &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Here I stand with my Everlasting love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need you by my side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Girl to be my pride &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You'll never be denied Everlasting love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;From the very startOpen up your heartFeeling you forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Everlasting love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need a love to last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need a love to last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need a love to last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Need a love to last forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I need a love to last forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Jamie Cullum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-5792340221824371343?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/5792340221824371343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=5792340221824371343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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casar...&lt;br /&gt;e já amanhã... fico toda emocionada...&lt;br /&gt;Já andei à procura de rimel à prova de água e tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É inevitável conter as lágrimas nesse momento!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos todos animados e vai ser uma grande festa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo enorme cheio das nossas cumplicidades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-5664932376372713423?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/5664932376372713423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=5664932376372713423&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rl6beGO4OdI/AAAAAAAAAE4/guwadBOG3XU/s200/PICT0153.JPG" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rl6cDGO4OeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tw7FVPkbPlQ/s1600-h/PICT0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070661807492315618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rl6cDGO4OeI/AAAAAAAAAFA/tw7FVPkbPlQ/s200/PICT0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dama em preto e branco nos cinzento&lt;br /&gt;domingos. A amarelinha nos azuis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Papagaios carmim rosa magenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;levantados no céu, braços em cruz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Verdes anos. Do rio as pardacentas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;águas acalentavam corpos nus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mexericas e ameixas cismarenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sao pôr-do-sol filtravam ouro e luz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Da imprensa marrom não se sabia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laranja, só a fruta mereciao nome. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na inocência iam as horas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O bispo em sua roupa solferino.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos dedos andarilhos dos meninoso &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;roxo corrompido das amoras. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Maria Thereza Noronha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-5950564309334887545?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1834824807092398346</id><published>2007-05-18T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-18T14:47:48.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insuflávelmente Feliz</title><content type='html'>A melhor prenda de todas...&lt;br /&gt;Andas-te cerca de 300 Km para estares comigo...&lt;br /&gt;O almoço, os sorrisos, os presentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_NiAXc1wQ8"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b_NiAXc1wQ8&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sei que sabes que sim e que para mim" és muito importante!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-1834824807092398346?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-886284620095608015</id><published>2007-05-11T14:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T14:53:55.219+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Estava Miguel Sousa Tavares na TVI a comentar a nova Lei do Tabaco quando da sua boca saltou esta pérola: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;o fumo nos restaurantes, que o Governo quer limitar, incomoda muitíssimo menos do que o barulho das crianças - e a estas não há quem lhes corte o pio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que bela comparação. Afinal, o que é uma nuvenzinha de nicotina ao pé de um miúdo de goela aberta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vai daí, para justificar a fineza do seu raciocínio, Sousa Tavares avançou para uma confissão pessoal: "Tive a sorte de os meus pais só me levarem a um restaurante quando tinha 13 anos." Há umas décadas, era mais ou menos a idade em que o pai levava o menino ao prostíbulo para perder a virgindade. O Miguel teve uma educação moderna - aos 13 anos, levaram-no pela primeira vez a comer fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Senti-me tocado e fiz uma revisão de vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É que eu sou daqueles que levam os filhos aos restaurantes. Mais do que isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sou daquela classe que Miguel Sousa Tavares considerou a mais ameaçadora e aberrante: os que levam "até bebés de carrinho!". A minha filha de três anos já infectou estabelecimentos um pouco por todo o país, e o meu filho de 14 meses babou-se por cima de duas ou três toalhas respeitáveis. É certo que eles não pertencem à categoria CSI (Criancinhas Simplesmente Insuportáveis), já que assim de repente não me parece que tenham por hábito exibir a glote cada vez que comem fora - mas, também, quem é que acredita nas palavras de um pai? E depois, há todo aquele vasto campo de imponderáveis: antes de os termos, estamos certos de que vão ser CEE (Crianças Exemplarmente Educadas), mas depois saltam cá para fora, começam a crescer e percebemos com tristeza que vêm munidos de vontade própria, que nem sempre somos capazes de controlar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O que fazer, então? Mantê-los fechados em casa? Acorrentá-los a uma perna do sofá? É uma hipótese, mas mesmo essa é só para quem pode. Na verdade, do alto da sua burguesia endinheirada, e sem certamente se aperceber disso, Miguel Sousa Tavares produziu o comentário mais snobe do ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Porque, das duas uma, ou os seus pais estiveram 13 anos sem comer fora, num admirável sacrifício pelo bem-estar do próximo, ou então tinham alguém em casa ou na família para lhes tomar conta dos filhinhos quando saíam para a patuscada. E isso, caro Miguel, não é boa educação - é privilégio de classe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Muita gente leva consigo a prole para um restaurante porque, para além do desejo de estar em família, pura e simplesmente não tem ninguém que cuide dos filhos enquanto palita os dentes. Avós à mão e boas empregadas não calham a todos. A não ser que, em nome do supremo amor às boas maneiras, se faça como os paizinhos da pequena Madeleine: deixá-la em casa a dormir com os irmãos, que é para não incomodar o jantar"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;João Miguel Tavares Jornalista&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/30033038-886284620095608015?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/886284620095608015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=886284620095608015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/886284620095608015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/886284620095608015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/05/enfim.html' title='Enfim...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-6376426963691331187</id><published>2007-05-10T12:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:10:08.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O cigano mudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde que me lembro de ser gente que chego ao fim da Rua da Quinta e lá vejo o cigano a gesticular e esbracejar.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes faz asneiras e a comunicação dele é muito especial, a maioria das vezes é ilógica e sem sentido para os mais racionais.&lt;br /&gt;Fica exactamente naquele sítio quer faça sol ou chuva. Senta-se numa caixa de plástico ou aquelas de madeira da fruta.&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia vi-o a andar e, para espanto meu, ele anda… Sempre o vi de pé ou sentado mas no mesmo sito, imóvel da cintura para baixo.&lt;br /&gt;Diz-se que o cigano só abandona aquele sítio quando morrer porque vai para lá todos os dias à espera da mãe que viu um dia partir para o cemitério e nunca mais voltou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-6376426963691331187?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/6376426963691331187/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=6376426963691331187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6376426963691331187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6376426963691331187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-cigano-mudo.html' title='O cigano mudo'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7793298458958694181</id><published>2007-05-09T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T12:55:18.384+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pão em Castelo Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkGv-htf6XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KtsnsQaYNqg/s1600-h/PICT0106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062520944877103474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkGv-htf6XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/KtsnsQaYNqg/s200/PICT0106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Passo&lt;/span&gt; 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkGwYxtf6YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Pb3WOEtpXT4/s1600-h/PICT0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062521395848669570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkGwYxtf6YI/AAAAAAAAAEI/Pb3WOEtpXT4/s200/PICT0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Passo&lt;/span&gt; 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkGzVhtf6bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jqg3KeWsPIM/s1600-h/PICT0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062524638548978098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkGzVhtf6bI/AAAAAAAAAEg/jqg3KeWsPIM/s200/PICT0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Passo&lt;/span&gt; 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkGymhtf6aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WN7_m4ngF9w/s1600-h/PICT0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062523831095126434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkGymhtf6aI/AAAAAAAAAEY/WN7_m4ngF9w/s200/PICT0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Passo&lt;/span&gt; 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkG0Ghtf6cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FRwsdEBJg7g/s1600-h/PICT0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062525480362568130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkG0Ghtf6cI/AAAAAAAAAEo/FRwsdEBJg7g/s200/PICT0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Passo&lt;/span&gt; 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkG0xRtf6dI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aCdzXshxJtU/s1600-h/PICT0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062526214801975762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RkG0xRtf6dI/AAAAAAAAAEw/aCdzXshxJtU/s200/PICT0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Passo&lt;/span&gt; 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ultimamente&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;vamos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;passar&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;tarde&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt; Domingo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Castelo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;novo&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;E &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;por&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;instantes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;tudo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;passa&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;antigamente&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;ao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;tradicional&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7793298458958694181?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7793298458958694181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7234240322953709864</id><published>2007-04-30T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T15:48:58.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fado do encontro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou andando, cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho o sol à minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tão quente, brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sinto o fogo à flor da pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tão quente, beijando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como se fosses tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ao longe, distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fica o mar no horizonte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;É nele, por certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Onde a tua alma se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Carente, esperando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Esse mar és tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode a noite ter outra cor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode o vento ser mais frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode a lua subir no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Eu já vou descendo o rio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Na foz, revolta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fecho os olhos, penso em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tão perto, que desperto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Há uma alma à minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tão quente, beijando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Por certo que és tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode a lua subir no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E as nuvens a noite toldar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pode o escuro ser como breu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Acabei por te encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vou andando, cantando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;ive o sol à minha frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tão quente, brilhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Que a saudade me deixou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para sempre,Por certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O meu Amor és tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-7234240322953709864?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7234240322953709864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7234240322953709864&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7234240322953709864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7234240322953709864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/04/fado-do-encanto.html' title='fado do encontro'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2987026011196937909</id><published>2007-04-20T12:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T12:48:50.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>é uma princesa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RiioU1V7dXI/AAAAAAAAADg/OOg_2KZ4iMQ/s1600-h/CA6Z2R2X.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055475657593288050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RiioU1V7dXI/AAAAAAAAADg/OOg_2KZ4iMQ/s320/CA6Z2R2X.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;em princípio é uma princesa dizes tu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;imagino os teus olhos brilhantes nesse momento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada pela minha primeira "sobrinha".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-2987026011196937909?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2987026011196937909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2987026011196937909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2987026011196937909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2987026011196937909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/04/uma-princesa.html' title='é uma princesa!'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RiioU1V7dXI/AAAAAAAAADg/OOg_2KZ4iMQ/s72-c/CA6Z2R2X.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-470812027117951128</id><published>2007-04-19T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T12:54:38.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Empresas do FUTURO ( em Portugal) I</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Costumo assinar a revista &lt;em&gt;Pessoal&lt;/em&gt; e num artigo sobre a valorização das pessoas encontrei estes casos interessantes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;“Na Microsoft os Trabalhadores podem escolher o seu horário de trabalho, optando por uma diminuição de tempo inteiro para parcial. A empresa disponibiliza serviços de “conveniência do dia-a-dia” dos colaboradores como babysister, restauração, jardinagem ou obras, lavandaria…Existe uma psicóloga que através de um atendimento mensal assente nas vertentes de gestão do “stress”, gestão das emoções e das relações, gestão do tempo e equilíbrio entre a vida pessoal e profissional”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Em Outubro passado, na empresa Accor Amorim, 100 colaboradores procederam à limpeza a à reflorestação de uma área degradada da ribeirinha da Barrinha de Mira.Com o apoio da Divisão de Ambiente da Câmara Municipal de Mira (…) pretendendo estabelecer ligações entre os colegas de trabalho em ambiente informal e a promoção da relação entre chefias e os colaboradores, reforçando não só a confiança, mas também o trabalho em equipa e comunicação”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Na Accenture, todas as sextas os colaboradores saiem ás 17 horas. A formação dada aos colaboradores é no exterior através de um centro de formação nos Estados Unidos (Chicago). A empresa também organiza actividades mais populares tais como os karts, squash, futebol, basquetebol, raids todo-o-terreno, surf, rafting…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu sonho é um dia vir a trabalhar numa empresa/instituição assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-470812027117951128?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/470812027117951128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=470812027117951128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/470812027117951128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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aconchego&lt;br /&gt;entre o meu sapato e o meu pé...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a pedra incomoda e a partir&lt;br /&gt;de agora vou andar descalça&lt;br /&gt;para me sentir completamente livre!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-3415443867147533328?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/3415443867147533328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=3415443867147533328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3415443867147533328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/3415443867147533328'/><link 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-9133416778058198994?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/9133416778058198994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=9133416778058198994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/9133416778058198994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/9133416778058198994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/04/divagaes.html' title='Divagações'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1569635545879530300</id><published>2007-04-05T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:29:44.159+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhTBP9y1HnI/AAAAAAAAADY/UCLCNKvyva4/s1600-h/images+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049873562219126386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhTBP9y1HnI/AAAAAAAAADY/UCLCNKvyva4/s200/images+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Neuschwanstein Castle (1869 -1884) Schwangau, Germany&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neuschwanstein Castle was built in a time when castles and fortresses were no longer strategically necessary. Instead, it was born of pure fantasy – a beautiful, romantic composition of towers and walls in the perfect setting of mountains and lakes. The combination of various architectural styles and intrinsic craftwork has inspired generations of adults and children alike. It is a great tribute to - Fantasy &amp;amp; Imagination!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-1569635545879530300?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/1569635545879530300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=1569635545879530300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1569635545879530300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/1569635545879530300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-novas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-viii.html' title='As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo VIII'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhTBP9y1HnI/AAAAAAAAADY/UCLCNKvyva4/s72-c/images+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-5938073580025902185</id><published>2007-04-05T10:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:26:23.296+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhTAYdy1HmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yuzCltlFnk4/s1600-h/images+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049872608736386658" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhTAYdy1HmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yuzCltlFnk4/s200/images+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Taj Mahal (1630 A.D.) Agra, India&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This immense mausoleum was built on the orders of Shah Jahan, the fifth Muslim Mogul emperor, to honor the memory of his beloved late wife. Built out of white marble and standing in formally laid-out walled gardens, the Taj Mahal is regarded as the most perfect jewel of Muslim art in India. The emperor was consequently jailed and, it is said, could then only see the Taj Mahal out of his small cell window. In short - Taj Mahal,the greatest symbol of - Love &amp;amp; Passion!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-5938073580025902185?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/5938073580025902185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=5938073580025902185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5938073580025902185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5938073580025902185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-novas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-vii.html' title='As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo VII'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhTAYdy1HmI/AAAAAAAAADQ/yuzCltlFnk4/s72-c/images+4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2840906000839266616</id><published>2007-04-05T10:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T10:23:25.798+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhS_sty1HlI/AAAAAAAAADI/QXOqiCEVsGk/s1600-h/images+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049871857117109842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhS_sty1HlI/AAAAAAAAADI/QXOqiCEVsGk/s200/images+3.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Machu Picchu (1460-1470), Peru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In the 15th century, the Incan Emperor Pachacútec built a city in the clouds on the mountain known as Machu Picchu ("old mountain"). This extraordinary settlement lies halfway up the Andes Plateau, deep in the Amazon jungle and above the Urubamba River. It was probably abandoned by the Incas because of a smallpox outbreak and, after the Spanish defeated the Incan Empire, the city remained 'lost' for over three centuries. It was rediscovered by Hiram Bingham&lt;/span&gt; in 1911.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-2840906000839266616?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2840906000839266616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2840906000839266616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2840906000839266616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2840906000839266616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/04/as-novas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-vi.html' title='As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo VI'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RhS_sty1HlI/AAAAAAAAADI/QXOqiCEVsGk/s72-c/images+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-5706885902108259021</id><published>2007-04-04T17:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-04T17:24:10.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Santa" Inocência</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Há dias em que não é possível andar de bem com a vida… Este constante conflito com os valores da sociedade (o que as pessoas defendem) em colisão comigo…&lt;br /&gt;Há quem diga que a inocência é a coisa mais genuína que qualquer pessoa pode ter, mas começo a achar que é mais que isso, chega a ser ignorância… pelo menos no meu caso.&lt;br /&gt;“Já não se pode pôr a mão no fogo por ninguém” – dizem, e cada vez mais sinto que é verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito em quase tudo o que me dizem e depois sou capaz de defender essas mesmas pessoas e “pôr a mão no fogo” por elas e depois venho saber a triste figurinha que fiz em defender quem já entretanto mudou de ideias, quem afinal de contas são do tipo “faz o que te digo mas não faças o que eu faço”.&lt;br /&gt;O mais bizarro disto é que muitas das vezes venho a ter conhecimento das coisas por pessoas que juram guardar segredo…&lt;br /&gt;Este tipo de situações deixam-me triste e é inevitável não me sentir defraudada…Mas talvez a “culpa” é minha e desta minha inocência que insiste em me perseguir para provar que não se pode ser feliz com este sentimento e que para além de tudo, me fazem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;crescer mais um pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-5706885902108259021?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/5706885902108259021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=5706885902108259021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5706885902108259021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/5706885902108259021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/04/santa-inocncia.html' title='&quot;Santa&quot; Inocência'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-4118608207155416455</id><published>2007-03-23T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T13:00:40.163Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RgPPKNIk_0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Cc3ge4l-7Vc/s1600-h/images+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5045103781816368962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RgPPKNIk_0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Cc3ge4l-7Vc/s200/images+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem foi um dia sorridente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Fomos de comboio, e o rio com o mar acompanhava-nos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Rimos, falamos de coisas importantes e de coisas das nossas profissões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Não tivemos as conversas de encher balões porque concordamos que é uma perda de tempo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fazias demasiadas perguntas que secretamente me faziam corar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Enquanto passeavamos debaixo de um sol aconchegante olhas-te o mar pela milésima vez e disses-te com o teu sotaque "Olha que lindo o mar a reflectir o sol, parecem sonhos de contos de fada (...)"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;És mais um mimoso na minha vida :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obrigada&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/30033038-4118608207155416455?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4118608207155416455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4118608207155416455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4118608207155416455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4118608207155416455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/ontem.html' title='Ontem'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RgPPKNIk_0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Cc3ge4l-7Vc/s72-c/images+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-6036816147402252945</id><published>2007-03-19T16:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:34:33.405Z</updated><title type='text'>As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo V</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rf65QUySqII/AAAAAAAAAC0/BEZ-jPSXmuY/s1600-h/images+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043672322810226818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rf65QUySqII/AAAAAAAAAC0/BEZ-jPSXmuY/s320/images+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sydney Opera House (1954 - 73) Sydney, Australia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"When the Sydney Opera House was finished in 1973, this landmark building - in the true sense of the expression, - put the whole continent of Australia on the world map. This building does not imitate or reflect what we generally imagine an opera house might look like, indeed, it is a completely abstract interpretation. The ability to create abstract art only developed after the invention of photography in the late 19th century, when painters first began to experiment with an abstract, cubist interpretation of reality.In short - vote for the Sydney Opera House, because it reflects- Abstraction &amp;amp; Creativity!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-6036816147402252945?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/6036816147402252945/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=6036816147402252945&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6036816147402252945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6036816147402252945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-novas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-v.html' title='As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo V'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rf65QUySqII/AAAAAAAAAC0/BEZ-jPSXmuY/s72-c/images+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-720310867909029305</id><published>2007-03-16T17:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:32:14.516Z</updated><title type='text'>As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfrZt0ySqHI/AAAAAAAAACs/hJMorzmJ3p0/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042582114081613938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfrZt0ySqHI/AAAAAAAAACs/hJMorzmJ3p0/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kiyomizu Temple - Kyoto, Japan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Laid out in 794 A.D., the palaces and temples of Kyoto were the residences of Japan's emperors and shoguns for more than 1,000 years. The Japanese Emperor is enthroned at the Imperial Palace of Gosho. Among other significant works are the Higashi Nonganji and Nishi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoganji temple complexes, the Kinkakuji Temple with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;its 'Golden Pavilion' and the Kiyomizu Temple, the temple &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of “clear waters.” The Kyoto sites have been destroyed and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;rebuilt many times throughout history and are today among &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Asia's greatest cultural heritage sites."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-720310867909029305?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/720310867909029305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=720310867909029305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/720310867909029305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/720310867909029305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-novas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-iv.html' title='As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo IV'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfrZt0ySqHI/AAAAAAAAACs/hJMorzmJ3p0/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8414919197375697715</id><published>2007-03-16T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:35:34.036Z</updated><title type='text'>As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo III</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfrYvkySqGI/AAAAAAAAACk/TQdsBmOley0/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042581044634757218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfrYvkySqGI/AAAAAAAAACk/TQdsBmOley0/s320/10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Basílica de Santa Sofia - Istambul - Turquia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"The Hagia Sophia was erected during the reign of Emperor Justinian (532 - 537 A.D.), when the Byzantine Empire was at the height of its power and influence. The massive dome, which is the prominent architectural feature, has since often been used as a model for the design of Islamic mosques. Indeed, after the fall of Byzantium, the Hagia Sophia was converted into an Ottoman mosque. Today, the monument is a museum serving both Christians and Muslims."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8414919197375697715?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8414919197375697715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8414919197375697715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8414919197375697715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8414919197375697715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-novas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-iii.html' title='As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo III'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfrYvkySqGI/AAAAAAAAACk/TQdsBmOley0/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-4098572608931424622</id><published>2007-03-15T16:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-19T16:37:23.796Z</updated><title type='text'>As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kremlin - Moscovo, Russia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rflv1UySqFI/AAAAAAAAACc/JpgNsaSS1Tw/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042184219721377874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="223" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rflv1UySqFI/AAAAAAAAACc/JpgNsaSS1Tw/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp" width="292" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Built as a residence for Ivan I, the Kremlin was the official residence of the Czars until the 1917 Russian Revolution. Today, it still houses the President’s office. In front of the Kremlin is Red Square – an impressive and exuberant plaza which, for many people, is associated with the infamous May Day demonstrations. Rising from the square is St Basil's Cathedral, built in the 1550s to commemorate Ivan the Terrible's capture of the Mongol stronghold of Kazan. " &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-4098572608931424622?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/4098572608931424622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=4098572608931424622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4098572608931424622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/4098572608931424622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-novas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-ii.html' title='As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo II'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Rflv1UySqFI/AAAAAAAAACc/JpgNsaSS1Tw/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-6250624883273401188</id><published>2007-03-14T11:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-14T11:48:26.691Z</updated><title type='text'>As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo I</title><content type='html'>Está a decorrer a votação das 7 Maravilhas do Mundo, uma das minhas preferidas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041745235409020994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="158" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RffglEySqEI/AAAAAAAAACU/TlFynmbLPzI/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+2.bmp" width="147" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Statues of Easter Island (10th - 16th Century) Easter Island, Chile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Discovered on Easter Sunday, 1722 by Dutch explorer Jakob Roggeveen, this collection of 25 meter-high stone sculptures still puzzles historians and archaeologists as to its origins. It is believed that a society of Polynesian origin settled here in the 4th century and established a unique tradition of monumental sculpture. Between the 10th and 16th centuries, they erected the enormous stone figures, known as the Moai, which have long fascinated the entire world and endowed this island with a mythical atmosphere.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-6250624883273401188?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/6250624883273401188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=6250624883273401188&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6250624883273401188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/6250624883273401188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-novas-7-maravilhas-do-mundo-i.html' title='As novas 7 Maravilhas do Mundo I'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RffglEySqEI/AAAAAAAAACU/TlFynmbLPzI/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-2085554129857212060</id><published>2007-03-12T17:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:35:27.627Z</updated><title type='text'>para o infinito e mais além...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfWOvEySqDI/AAAAAAAAACM/B5gXv_MGYEE/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041092297300813874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfWOvEySqDI/AAAAAAAAACM/B5gXv_MGYEE/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo by Sebastião Salgado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-2085554129857212060?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/2085554129857212060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=2085554129857212060&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2085554129857212060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/2085554129857212060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/para-o-infinito-e-mais-alm.html' title='para o infinito e mais além...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RfWOvEySqDI/AAAAAAAAACM/B5gXv_MGYEE/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8359244341973248282</id><published>2007-03-07T11:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T11:01:48.616Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;" De otro. Será de otro. Como antes de mis besos.&lt;br /&gt;Su voz, su cuerpo claro. Sus ojos infinitos.&lt;br /&gt;Ya no la quiero, es cierto, pero tal vez la quiero.&lt;br /&gt;Es tan corto el amor, y es tan largo el olvido.&lt;br /&gt;Porque en noches como esta la tuve entre mis brazos,&lt;br /&gt;mi alma no se contenta con haberla perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Aunque éste sea el último dolor que ella me causa,&lt;br /&gt;y éstos sean los últimos versos que yo le escribo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8359244341973248282?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8359244341973248282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8359244341973248282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8359244341973248282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8359244341973248282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/de-otro.html' title=''/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-7564625168123823637</id><published>2007-03-07T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:37:14.699Z</updated><title type='text'>Se eu voar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Re6ViHKO0CI/AAAAAAAAACE/CCrAY-fB83s/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039129446344216610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Re6ViHKO0CI/AAAAAAAAACE/CCrAY-fB83s/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Photo by Sebastião Salgado&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/30033038-7564625168123823637?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/7564625168123823637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=7564625168123823637&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7564625168123823637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/7564625168123823637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/se-eu-voar.html' title='Se eu voar...'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/Re6ViHKO0CI/AAAAAAAAACE/CCrAY-fB83s/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-8532932081674470546</id><published>2007-03-01T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:48:37.837Z</updated><title type='text'>Carnaval 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RecSZY8hQsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M57D-hlsg_Y/s1600-h/DSC00566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037014935639507650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RecSZY8hQsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M57D-hlsg_Y/s400/DSC00566.JPG" width="228" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;As mais giras da festa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30033038-8532932081674470546?l=suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/feeds/8532932081674470546/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30033038&amp;postID=8532932081674470546&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8532932081674470546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30033038/posts/default/8532932081674470546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suspirosesussurros.blogspot.com/2007/03/carnaval-2007.html' title='Carnaval 2007'/><author><name>Suspiros e sussurros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00186854816018183388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RecSZY8hQsI/AAAAAAAAAB4/M57D-hlsg_Y/s72-c/DSC00566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30033038.post-1243257022043507644</id><published>2007-03-01T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-07T10:39:34.775Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu professor das danças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JhHzAm1mtJg/RecGx48hQrI/AAAAAAAAABk/ApNJ8LxWD5I/s1600-h/DSC00600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5037002162406769330" style="DISPLAY: block; 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