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comentário que gostava de esclarecer.&lt;br /&gt;O post comentado data de Junho 09, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, notem bem, 2005!! Aqui o transcrevo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2005/06/sintra-xentra-ou-cynthia.html"&gt;Sintra, Xentra ou Cynthia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anda por aí a dar na tv um anuncio que diz para as pessoas descobrirem a chuva, a relva e tudo mais... Que rídiculo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Pelo menos para mim! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;É o que eu chamo de 'anuncio para os meninos da cidade'.&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;É por estas e por outras que eu estou convencida que as pessoas de Sintra são mais iluminadas que, por exemplo, as de Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Outras pessoas de outras vilas terão a mesma opinão sobre a sua terra, mas deixem-me puxar a brasa à minha sardinha.&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;Sintra, é tudo o que se fala dela e muito mais! Para mim que nasci cá, é um ventre materno do qual não quero sair.. Esta Serra tem uma energia que me prende cá, hipnotiza... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Fico fula quando vêm para cá pessoas de fora usar esta energia para satanismos e cultos do género. &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;A Serra tem uma carga negativa já bastante grande, não precisa de acumular mais e ainda por cima de pessoas que não têm nenhuma ligação com esta Deusa!&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;Todos conseguem admirar a sua beleza, mas poucos conseguem realmente senti-la!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o comentário:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="c661905701215684351"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Anónimo disse...&lt;br /&gt;"pessoas que não têm nenhuma ligação com esta Deusa!"&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;"Todos conseguem admirar a sua beleza, mas poucos conseguem realmente senti-la!..."&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;E tu tem ligação com a deusa...tem te disse ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sintra não pertence a quem lá nasceu mas sim aos que compreendem o que lá está e esses nasceram em qualquer lugar na hora e dia certo, não me parece que sejas um deles se fosses não querias Sintra só para ti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ELA È DEMASIADO GRANDE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Cresce!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois...&lt;br /&gt;Parece-me que o sr ou sra anónimo, não percebeu o que eu quis dizer!&lt;br /&gt;Mas respondendo à sua pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu tenho ligação à Deusa. "Tem me disse?" (aqui deveria querer dizer, quem me disse, acho) Quem me diz é o coração, que fica apertadinho quando vejo fumo na Serra, quando sei de atrocidades contra Ela, quando meninos de fora vêm usar a sua energia para coisas más!&lt;br /&gt;Para si pode ser pouco, mas também não o/a conheço de lado nenhum para me importar com isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, Sintra não pertence a ninguém, nem aos que nasceram cá, nem aos outros, nem mesmo aos 'proprietários' de terrenos em Sintra. Nem tão pouco digo isso no post, não sei onde foi buscar isso! Quanto muito, os "que compreendem o que lá está" é que pertencem a Ela... Ela pertence ao Grande Cosmos, à geometria universal, pertence à Terra, ou não pertence a nada e somente faz parte do Todo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz que não devo der um dos "que compreendem o que lá está", pois bem, é a sua opinião... como já referi, não me importo com ela! Não sei se compreendo o que lá está, nem sei se devo compreender! Sei apenas que Ela É, FOI e sempre SERÁ Sintra, Deusa, Terra Mãe, Gaia..o que lhe quiser chamar. Sinto-A como, motor da minha existência, protectora, Mãe, abrigo... não sei se sabe o que é isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez, não percebo onde digo que a quero só para mim... Nunca disse isso na vida, nem tão pouco o senti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sim, concordo que ela é Grande! Demasiado não acho, é bem maior do que aquilo que se vê no entanto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a crescer...cresci bastante desde 2005, e quando li o post outra vez, mantenho a mesma opinião, mas talvez escreveria de outra maneira a mensagem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem você é, mas deve ser um/a dos/das "que compreendem o que lá está"...&lt;br /&gt;Um ser Iluminado assim deveria identificar-se sempre!!&lt;br /&gt;Boa Sorte para a Vida, e que a Deusa o/a proteja sempre!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Grande bem haja a todos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-8321840670250988577?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8321840670250988577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=8321840670250988577&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/8321840670250988577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/8321840670250988577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/09/ol-todos.html' title='Sintra, Xentra ou Cynthia (2)'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4469881580452336195</id><published>2008-07-18T01:08:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:16.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Brevemente...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SGwZuz6YHtI/AAAAAAAAAao/vwWGu5nkbA8/s1600-h/pde-vieira-net.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218574360215297746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SGwZuz6YHtI/AAAAAAAAAao/vwWGu5nkbA8/s200/pde-vieira-net.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“Não há maior comédia que a minha vida; e quando quero ou chorar ou rir, admirar-me ou dar graças a Deus ou zombar do mundo, não tenho mais que olhar para mim.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Padre António Vieira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1658 ---2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Viera - O Céu na Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ruínas do Carmo&lt;br /&gt;18 Jul 16 Ago&lt;br /&gt;3ª a Sáb 22h00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: FICHA ARTÍSTICA&lt;br /&gt;texto de &lt;strong&gt;Miguel Real e Filomena Oliveira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;encenação &lt;strong&gt;Filomena Oliveira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espaço cénico e imagem &lt;strong&gt;Andrzej Kowalski&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desenho de luz &lt;strong&gt;Orlando Worm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;figurinos &lt;strong&gt;Esmeralda Bisnoca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;música e orgânica sonora &lt;strong&gt;David Martins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;António Banha, Bruno Schiappa, Carmen Santos&lt;br /&gt;Cláudia Faria, Félix Fontoura, João Brás, João Lagarto,&lt;br /&gt;José Henrique Neto, Júlio Martin, Marques D’Arede,&lt;br /&gt;Maurício Vitorio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;e &lt;strong&gt;Flávio Tomé, João Mais, Paula Coelho, Paulo Campos&lt;br /&gt;dos Reis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;produção &lt;strong&gt;TNDM II&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;“PADRE ANTÓNIO VIEIRA FOI O PORTUGUÊS MAIS FRACASSADO DE TODOS OS TEMPOS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NADA DO QUE SONHOU SE CUMPRIU, TODAS AS SUAS PROFECIAS SE FRUSTRARAM" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Miguel Real-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teatro-dmaria.pt/media/pdf/JORNAL_19.pdf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teatro-dmaria.pt/media/pdf/JORNAL_19.pdf"&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teatro-dmaria.pt/media/pdf/JORNAL_19.pdf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Info retirada daqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;imagem não oficial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by AnaF &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4469881580452336195?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4469881580452336195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4469881580452336195&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4469881580452336195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4469881580452336195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/em-ensaios.html' title='Brevemente...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SGwZuz6YHtI/AAAAAAAAAao/vwWGu5nkbA8/s72-c/pde-vieira-net.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5040547139432219153</id><published>2008-07-02T02:07:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:16.404Z</updated><title type='text'>Atenção Foliões!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://tapafuros.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218217309162298418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SGrU_tFp3DI/AAAAAAAAAaI/K6F7YxKaKdI/s320/folia2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;+ info &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;clicar na imagem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Espectáculo nos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jardins da Quinta da Regaleira&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo &lt;strong&gt;Teatro Tapafuros.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;De &lt;strong&gt;3 de Julho&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;14 de Setembro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;5ª a Sábado: 22h Domingos 20h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma encenação de Rui Mário, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;a partir de texto de Paulo Borges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mais informações:919 053 476&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:geral@tapafuros.com"&gt;geral@tapafuros.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blog oficial: &lt;a href="http://tapafuros.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tapafuros.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5040547139432219153?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5040547139432219153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5040547139432219153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5040547139432219153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5040547139432219153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/07/ateno-folies.html' title='Atenção Foliões!!!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SGrU_tFp3DI/AAAAAAAAAaI/K6F7YxKaKdI/s72-c/folia2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4328379216150494448</id><published>2008-06-29T13:32:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T13:47:18.731+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial do Convento</title><content type='html'>Hoje é o último espectáculo da 2ª temporada do Memorial do Convento.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de quase 500 sessões, depois de mais de 20 000 pessoas, depois de muitas faltas, confusões, mal-entendidos, enganos, falhas na mesa de luz, entradas erradas... enfim, depois de muito tempo juntos, a equipa do Memorial vai de férias... mas não totalmente. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;O Memorial permitiu muitas experiencias boas, permitiu gravar na memória um texto lindissimo, o único texto de lingua portuguesa a ser premiado com um Nóbel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Promoveu o nascimento de uma equipa que reúne uma mescla de identidades bem diferentes e que tão bem encaixaram umas nas outras, apesar das picardias de quem trabalha tanto tempo junto. Daqui nasceu a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://eter-cultural.blogspot.com/"&gt;Éter-produção cultural&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ajudou-me a criar uma personagem, que a cada espectáculo cresce mais um bocadinho, evitando a saturação de repetir sempre as mesmas palavras, transformando-as num veículo para descobrir mil e uma maneiras de dizer a mesma coisa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Modéstia à parte, Bravo à equipa do Memorial!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Voltemos sempre à carga, com novos e bons projectos!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4328379216150494448?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4328379216150494448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4328379216150494448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4328379216150494448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4328379216150494448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/memorial-do-convento.html' title='Memorial do Convento'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3185337912206399851</id><published>2008-06-20T10:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T10:17:17.165+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estranha Pessoa-Peixe</title><content type='html'>Há pessoas que já morreram e ninguém lhes disse!&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas em cujas bocas habita a poesia e o mistério,&lt;br /&gt;pessoas que cativam os outros, mas que já estão podres demais para criar laços... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;A essas pessoas eu digo, morram de vez, ou ressuscitem.&lt;br /&gt;Porque se quiserem podem voltar à vida, basta dar o primeiro passo no abismo...&lt;br /&gt;Amar outra vez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-3185337912206399851?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3185337912206399851/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3185337912206399851&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3185337912206399851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3185337912206399851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/estranha-pessoa-peixe.html' title='Estranha Pessoa-Peixe'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5419187627225436246</id><published>2008-06-19T19:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T19:21:39.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jXzUWa0cOsA&amp;amp;hl=" width="400" height="300" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Fizemos isto há tantos anos!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Eramos uns jovens!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Já muita gente ouviu isto, agora todos podem ouvir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5419187627225436246?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5419187627225436246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5419187627225436246&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5419187627225436246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5419187627225436246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/adeus.html' title='Adeus...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3497427754459385432</id><published>2008-06-17T16:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:16.683Z</updated><title type='text'>O palco dos próximos dois meses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFfSnD6U8hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mvSGDY__vDU/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212866662211318290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFfSnD6U8hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mvSGDY__vDU/s320/DSC_0022.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/12824671-3497427754459385432?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3497427754459385432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3497427754459385432&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3497427754459385432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3497427754459385432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/o-palco-dos-prximos-dois-meses.html' title='O palco dos próximos dois meses...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFfSnD6U8hI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/mvSGDY__vDU/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-7729260412341667108</id><published>2008-06-17T15:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:57:14.912+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há pessoas que passam por nós,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;cativam-nos...e ficam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há outros... que não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-7729260412341667108?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7729260412341667108/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7729260412341667108&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7729260412341667108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7729260412341667108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/h-pessoas-que-passam-por-ns.html' title='Há pessoas que passam por nós,'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2046448698495760995</id><published>2008-06-16T16:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:09:57.460+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto das nossas vidas...</title><content type='html'>Era uma vez um Jardim, onde habitavam Seres maravilhosos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses seres cresceram juntos, aprenderam juntos, partilharam bons e maus momentos naquele Jardim... Tão forte foi a partilha que, Jardim e Seres, se tornaram num só!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jardim continuou a florescer para esses Seres, mesmo quando motivos mais fortes os fizeram afastar uns dos outros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Jardim, hoje continua mais bonito que nunca, hoje, é o primeiro dia do resto da Vida dos Seres do Jardim... O Jardim está mais rico! Vai chegar um novo Ser ao Jardim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto-me abençoada por viver nesse Jardim!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: para evitar confusões... não sou eu que trago o Ser para o Jardim!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2046448698495760995?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2046448698495760995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2046448698495760995&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2046448698495760995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2046448698495760995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/hoje-o-primeiro-dia-do-resto-das-nossas.html' title='Hoje é o primeiro dia do resto das nossas vidas...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3534086193706355727</id><published>2008-06-12T11:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T11:05:31.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hey!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ninguém tem aí &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;uns litrinhos de gasóleo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;que me despense, não????&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/12824671-3534086193706355727?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3534086193706355727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3534086193706355727&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3534086193706355727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3534086193706355727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/hey.html' title='hey!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3660403910014585646</id><published>2008-06-09T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:12:07.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>é impressão minha ou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHEGOU O VERÃO???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;por sinal antes do tempo!!&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/12824671-3660403910014585646?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3660403910014585646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3660403910014585646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3660403910014585646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3660403910014585646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/impresso-minha-ou.html' title='é impressão minha ou...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4836412538299413105</id><published>2008-06-09T20:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:06:15.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ufa!!!</title><content type='html'>Amanhã é dia de Portugal, de Camões e das Comunidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã começa um novo projecto!&lt;br /&gt;Sobre um grande Português, por isso até calha bem!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Memorial está a acabar,&lt;br /&gt;a 29 de Junho fazemos o último,&lt;br /&gt;mas não haverá direito para partidas!!  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira começa outro novo ciclo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ufa, Ufa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4836412538299413105?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4836412538299413105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4836412538299413105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4836412538299413105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4836412538299413105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/ufa.html' title='Ufa!!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1314770052652247629</id><published>2008-05-29T16:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T17:00:48.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversas da Treta</title><content type='html'>Adoro ter grandes conversas sobre qualquer tema polémico. Daquelas conversas que começam porque alguém manda uma boca e depois descambam em grandes oratórias, com opiniões diferentes mas todas muito certas(pelo menos no ponto de vista de quem a diz)... Temas como religião, política, droga, sexo, o Homem e a Mulher, vida após a morte e outros que agora não me estou a lembrar, são razões muito boas para passar serões em branco a partilhar opiniões e experiência... &lt;blockquote&gt;E quando a isto se junta um grupo de pessoas bem diferentes umas das outras.. a conversa dá pano para mangas...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1314770052652247629?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1314770052652247629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1314770052652247629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1314770052652247629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1314770052652247629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/05/conversas-da-treta.html' title='Conversas da Treta'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5033571704325189725</id><published>2008-04-23T20:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T20:15:23.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Génio???</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T11DGZBkFyM&amp;amp;hl=" width="425" height="355" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sou só eu, ou vocês também já repararam na bela dicção do Cristi??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(...)vais ali ao &lt;em&gt;Besjabres&lt;/em&gt; uma conta(...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Será que, tendo o rapaz este &lt;em&gt;handicap&lt;/em&gt; da pernúncia Madeirense, os senhores que fizeram o anúncio não podiam ter impedido que esta grande broa (que aliás é muito usual nos portugueses), &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que é transformar os S finais em J e juntá-las às palavras seguintes quando estas começam por vogal,&lt;/span&gt; tivesse saído assim. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Não deixo de me rir sempre que vejo o anúncio... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5033571704325189725?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5033571704325189725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5033571704325189725&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5033571704325189725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5033571704325189725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/gnio.html' title='Génio???'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-796603635490258917</id><published>2008-04-13T21:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:13:37.739+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora em SNAP SHOT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ah! É verdade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Agora vou começar a postar fotos novas em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://wavingphoto.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Snap Shot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Quem quiser que vá lá ver!&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/12824671-796603635490258917?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/796603635490258917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=796603635490258917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/796603635490258917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/796603635490258917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/agora-em-snap-shot.html' title='Agora em SNAP SHOT'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-777870302154355911</id><published>2008-04-11T19:25:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:16.934Z</updated><title type='text'>Não é linda?????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acabaram-se as fotos tiradas com o telemóvel... agora vai ser a doer!!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R_-tyjtXJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6Efgfa0tEBs/s1600-h/nikon+d60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188056379844667234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R_-tyjtXJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6Efgfa0tEBs/s400/nikon+d60.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R_-tSztXJ1I/AAAAAAAAAQw/mKYAHmFGDuU/s1600-h/nikon+d60.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nikon.pt/product/pt_PT/products/broad/1544/overview.html"&gt;NIKON&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.nikon.pt/product/pt_PT/products/broad/1544/overview.html"&gt;D60 + AF-S DX 18-55 mm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora tenho de aprender a trabalhar com ela... já li metade do manual, o que já me permite andar a experimentar à maluca..heheh..mas é Linda!! E é MINHA!!! hihihihi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-777870302154355911?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/777870302154355911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=777870302154355911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/777870302154355911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/777870302154355911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-linda.html' title='Não é linda?????'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R_-tyjtXJ2I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/6Efgfa0tEBs/s72-c/nikon+d60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3707316139127775870</id><published>2008-03-25T13:51:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-25T14:23:18.913Z</updated><title type='text'>Velhos Amigos de novo!!</title><content type='html'>É sempre bom ter os nossos Amigos por perto (e os inimigos ainda mais perto lol), mas reencontrar velhos Amigos, que julgávamos &lt;em&gt;guardados&lt;/em&gt; no baú das memórias, deixa-me com uma nova alegria. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No dia dos meus anos recebi uma mensagem duma amiga da escola preparatória que não via há uns bons 10 anos ou coisa assim! Não só se lembrou do meu aniversário passados tantos anos como eu também me lembrava que ela fazia anos dali a uns dias também!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;É incrível como agumas pessoas nos marcam para a Vida toda! Para mim os amigos sempre foram a minha familia. Da minha própria Familia só tenho maior contacto com aqueles que considero meu amigo. Aprendi desde cedo que as pessoas valem por aquilo que são, não por factores que em nada influenciam a nossa personalidade, como o fato de ser meu primo ou meu tio, não faz com que seja uma pessoa melhor, nem que tenha uma personalidade que se dê bem com a minha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Reencontrar esta Amiga de longa data, é, para mim, como encontrar uma Irmã perdida. Uma parte de mim que ficou lá atrás. Não sei como será que nos vamos dar agora, depois de tanto tempo e de tanta coisa se ter passado. Eu sei que estou muito diferente do que era quando fazia parte do grupinho das 11 raparigas, das &lt;em&gt;Radical Girls&lt;/em&gt; (lololol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um clã só de raparigas que de vez em quando iam em expedições radicais Serra de Sintra acima, entravam no Castelo dos Mouros pelo Muro, quando ainda era possível entrar pelo o muro, quando o Parque das Merendas da Vila aida estava aberto ao Povo, quando não se pagava para visitar o Castelo dos Mouros, ou o Parque da Pena. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Outros tempos, em que namorar era a última coisa que tínhamos em mente, a Internet não existia. Sonhávamos em morar todas juntas, numa mansão desenhada por nós, planeávamos expedições ao monte onde hoje está o Tribunal de Sintra. Combinávamos enterrar uma caixa do Tempo no Penedo da Amizade para depois nos encontrarmos ali a muitos anos para recordar aqueles bons momentos... nunca o fizémos :( &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;E o Tempo passa, a Caravana da Infância passa, e por mais que nos custe na altura, (e o que me custou constatar que a Infância acabava) é tão bom crescer e aprender a Viver, descobrir quem realmente somos, firmar a nossa personalidade, encontrar certezas que dantes, no tempo das Livres Gargalhadas, nos pareciam tão desnecessárias, e que depois foram-se tornando claramente precisas! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Agora também sou Feliz, mas nunca mais o serei como o fui no tempo das &lt;em&gt;Radical Girls,&lt;/em&gt; em que nada me deixava triste ao pé das minhas meninas. No tempo em que o Mundo era Sintra, e era perfeito para mim. No tempo em que nem a maior das tristezas me estragava o sorriso que tinha para elas. No tempo em que cada minuto importava, no tempo em que me ainda chamavam Ana Cláudia (&lt;em&gt;brrrrrr&lt;/em&gt;), Num tempo em que o teatro era a própria Vida. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Quando somos Crianças, a Felicidade está impregnada em nós, como uma sintoma febril, agora, a chegar virtiginosamente aos 30, quero sentir essa doença, faço tudo para a apanhar, mas ela é escorregadia, traquina, sempre em constante rodopio! Mas não me escapará jamais, desde que nunca deixe morrer o bocadinho de criança que ainda me restou... não consigo imaginar a morte desse &lt;em&gt;Peter Pan&lt;/em&gt; que todos temos cá dentro, de que alguns se esquecem e deixam morrer, dessa parte de nós que nos dá força para sorrir todos os dias, porque a Vida é uma Festa se assim o quisermos!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-3707316139127775870?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3707316139127775870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3707316139127775870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3707316139127775870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3707316139127775870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/03/velhos-amigos-de-novo.html' title='Velhos Amigos de novo!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6522855580466291543</id><published>2008-03-24T18:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-24T18:36:54.540Z</updated><title type='text'>De Volta</title><content type='html'>Cá &lt;em&gt;estemos&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;De volta e com novo &lt;em&gt;look&lt;/em&gt; que é para combinar com a casa nova!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não prometo vir aqui muito mais do qu tenho vindo, mas também não creio que sintam a minha falta! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho veia para os blogs, tenho de admitir! E mesmo assim vou insistindo e fazendo mais um, apagando outro, este é que continua sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até logo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-6522855580466291543?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6522855580466291543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=6522855580466291543&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6522855580466291543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6522855580466291543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-volta.html' title='De Volta'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-89046882170071149</id><published>2008-02-22T16:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-22T16:51:24.384Z</updated><title type='text'>O que é, o que é?</title><content type='html'>Já está há quase um ano em cena, já foi visto por mais de 10000 pessoas, estará em cena até meio de Junho e as sessões já estão todas esgotadas... o que é???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o Memorial do Convento!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-89046882170071149?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/89046882170071149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=89046882170071149&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/89046882170071149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/89046882170071149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-que-o-que.html' title='O que é, o que é?'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-978956339569948999</id><published>2008-01-27T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:19:33.452Z</updated><title type='text'>Ano Novo Vida Nova (????)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre senti um certo asco por frases como esta, que insinuam que o começo do ano terá alguma energia especial, diferente no resto do ano que nos faz ter força para fazer as coisas mudarem.... pode ser que seja assim paea algumas pessoas, mas eu acho que o inicio do ano tem uma energia igual ao resto do ano inteiro... prova disso seria por exemplo estar numa ilha deserta durante esta época sem a noção a quantas está e ver que do dia 31 para o dia 1 não se passa nada de especial... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim.. mas é bonito de ver as pessoas a sentirem-se cheias de força para mudar as coisas, a dizer que &lt;em&gt;pró ano é que é!!&lt;/em&gt;  mas depois chega Janeiro (um dos meses mais deprimentes (???)) e tudo se esquece, e tudo fica nas vãs promessas do ano passado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas isto tudo para dizer o quê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, apesar de não ter nada a ver com o inicio do ano, calhou simplesmente; vamos iniciar uma nova etapa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andamos em mudanças! Vamos mudar de casa! Mas não de zona...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é! Não vai haver mais noticias da Regueira, nem cavalos a nascer de manhã, nem fotos do Bob que entretanto arranjou uma familia nova (mas isto é outra estória), nem flores esquisitas, nem cogumelos marados... nada disso... agora quanto muito terão noticias das marés, de como está a praia entre a Praia Grande e a Ericeira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi um previlégio ter vivido no Paraíso que é a Regueira dos Cepos, a mais maravilhosa quinta que eu conheço, com as mais variadas cores e surpresas que a natureza nos proporcionou. Todos os animais com que nos cruzámos naquela quinta, &lt;em&gt;just for the rec&lt;/em&gt;, uma cobra, a Lucrécia; um lagarto Sardão, o Custódio; um ouriço cacheiro, o Alfredo; uma rola que salvámos nos primeiros dias de estarmos lá a viver, estava presa nas redes do galinheiro, fui lá peguei nela e fui mostrá-la ao _d_, depois juntos fomos largá-la cá fora, voou e foi pousar no poste em frente..julgo que lá ficou a olhar para nós interrogando-se o que teria acontecido naqueles últimos minutos... acho que voltou lá muitas vezes ao mesmo poste... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois tivemos a fase dos cavalos... começou por ser dois póneis - o Espanhol e o Russo - que foram para lá restabelecer a saúde.. sairam de lá cheios dela!! Depois tivemos a viver connosco o Meia Cara, um cavalo com dois anos que este na Regueira literalmente a &lt;em&gt;encher o bandulho&lt;/em&gt;!!, a ver se engordava um &lt;em&gt;cadinho!&lt;/em&gt;... comeu tudo..e tornou-se um verdadeiro companheiro, vinha atrás de nós, interagia connosco duma maneira que (soube depois) não é normal num cavalo, a menos que este esteja muito habituado às pessoas... este habituou-se rápido a nós!! Soubemos que entretanto foi vendido e que agora está no bem bom numa enorme herdade cheia de éguas pró raapaz se regalar... por fim a Regueira foi Maternidade... nasceram lá dois grandes rapagões e uma linda menina... Filhos das &lt;em&gt;Meninas, &lt;/em&gt;que era como lhe chamava o dono...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Suri, que entretanto se tornou num autêntico Lince!... Vem connosco, vai ter que se habituar à casa nova.. ao território novo... enfim...vai ser um momento traumático.. a sorte é que (soubemos hoje) temos uma vizinha Gata... pode ser que ainda venhamos a ser avós!! hehehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Onda.. a nossa querida Ondinha que também sentiu o que é mudar de casa, é a única que permanecerá na Regueira... mas principalmente na nossa memória! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem... como podem ver, ano novo vida nova, ou melhor Casa Nova... Mas não pensem que mudámos para pior.. nãã..nada disso!! A Casa do Mar, como a batizámos já... é um espaço com muito boa energia, uma casa antiga toda restaurada, donde se vê o Mar, e que durante o dia se enche de Sol e cheiro a Mar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-978956339569948999?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/978956339569948999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=978956339569948999&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/978956339569948999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/978956339569948999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/01/ano-novo-vida-nova.html' title='Ano Novo Vida Nova (????)'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-919910754795046642</id><published>2008-01-10T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-10T18:52:31.760Z</updated><title type='text'>1º Post do Ano</title><content type='html'>Dez dias passados do inicio do ano e já tanta mudança a acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Vida (ou todas as coisas que nos rodeiam, tanto no espaço como no tempo) tem realmente o seu segredo para sabê-la viver!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de dizer que descobri esse segredo, (salvo se estiverem a pensar no filme &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_b1GKGWJbE8"&gt;The Secret&lt;/a&gt;, que já vi, não era novidade para mim, pois o tema já foi tratado num outro filme - &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hi_UFSShQHU"&gt;What the Bl#$%"p Do We Know?&lt;/a&gt; - mas duma maneira mais científica, no The Secret, o tema é tornado num mito sensacionalista para atrair as massas, o que eu até compreendo e concordo, porque quantas mais pessoas pensarem neste assunto, melhor!!)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como estava a dizer, não tenho a pretensão de pensar que descobri o segredo de bem viver a Vida, em Equilibrio com tudo o que nos rodeia, com uma tranquilidade contagiante, e com uma alegria/sorriso constante... Mas posso dizer que devo ter no momento tudo (ou quase) para aprender esse segredo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas coisas &lt;em&gt;chegaram-me&lt;/em&gt; antes da passagem de ano, mesmo a tempo daquela energia de mudança que se tem no final do ano tipo &lt;em&gt;'pró ano é que vai ser'&lt;/em&gt;... E será...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAS...&lt;br /&gt;há mais mudanças... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seu tempo as direi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;...ta-ta***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-919910754795046642?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/919910754795046642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=919910754795046642&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/919910754795046642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/919910754795046642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2008/01/1-post-do-ano.html' title='1º Post do Ano'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3665023863114131198</id><published>2007-12-29T21:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:17.834Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor, Paz e Gratidão para 2008</title><content type='html'>Para Todos...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R3a-CcOBE0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oZE1HgDKBMI/s1600-h/hand-shake-love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149512173088740162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R3a-CcOBE0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oZE1HgDKBMI/s320/hand-shake-love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R3a-CcOBE1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8m7eWYrlhk0/s1600-h/peace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149512173088740178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R3a-CcOBE1I/AAAAAAAAAPw/8m7eWYrlhk0/s320/peace.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R3a95cOBEzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eF38z3iaZzc/s1600-h/Gratitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149512018469917490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R3a95cOBEzI/AAAAAAAAAPg/eF38z3iaZzc/s320/Gratitude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-3665023863114131198?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3665023863114131198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3665023863114131198&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3665023863114131198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3665023863114131198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/12/amor-paz-e-gratido-para-2008.html' title='Amor, Paz e Gratidão para 2008'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R3a-CcOBE0I/AAAAAAAAAPo/oZE1HgDKBMI/s72-c/hand-shake-love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-7277901034884465941</id><published>2007-12-24T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:18.052Z</updated><title type='text'>Bom Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E Bons presentes na chaminé!!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R2_6u8OBEyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_REX1o8RCXA/s1600-h/beenbad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147608583453610786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R2_6u8OBEyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_REX1o8RCXA/s320/beenbad.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/12824671-7277901034884465941?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7277901034884465941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7277901034884465941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7277901034884465941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7277901034884465941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/12/bom-natal.html' title='Bom Natal'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/R2_6u8OBEyI/AAAAAAAAAPY/_REX1o8RCXA/s72-c/beenbad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2068549657455530387</id><published>2007-12-06T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-06T19:07:01.790Z</updated><title type='text'>Votos para o próximo ano...</title><content type='html'>Gosto sempre de fazer um balanço quando se aproxima o fim do ano, e este foi realmente cheio!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Com menos coisas más que o ano anterior e repleto de novidades boas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um ano cheio de trabalho, graças à minha estrelinha! Um projecto que me preencheu a maior parte do ano, que me deu e continua a dar muito prazer fazer, com uma equipa fantástica! Mais de meio ano a trabalhar com uma outra Companhia, onde aprendi bastante e onde espero voltar um dia! Outros tantos projectos que se iniciam ainda este ano para acontecer no próximo. Uma nova associação com novos objectivos para um futuro próximo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um ano que acaba com uma certa tristeza pela perda de alguns amigos, mas a vida continua! Apercebi-me que com o tempo os Amigos vão revelando-se, e que afinal nem são assim muitos mas que são Grandes e Bons!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Um ano que fica marcado por grandes avanços interiores a nível de crenças, sentimentos, estado de espirito, futuro e passado! Um ano de grandes decisões e escolhas! Um ano que acaba em bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todos os meus Amigos e aos que me querem bem, um ano repleto de coisas boas e que as menos boas sejam pequeninas! Aos que me querem mal, que tenham um ano cheio de felicidade também!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2068549657455530387?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2068549657455530387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2068549657455530387&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2068549657455530387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2068549657455530387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/12/votos-para-o-prximo-ano.html' title='Votos para o próximo ano...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-8017563996974250532</id><published>2007-12-03T00:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-03T00:22:41.535Z</updated><title type='text'>Zeitgeist</title><content type='html'>Zeitgeist é um termo alemão, que se traduz como &lt;em&gt;espírito do tempo&lt;/em&gt;(zeit=tempo; geist=espirito). O Zeitgeist significa, em suma, o nível de avanço intelectual e cultural do mundo, numa época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A semana passada um amigo mostrou-me um filme que aconselho a todos a ver, &lt;a href="http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=-1437724226641382024"&gt;basta clicar&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme divide-se em três partes, da primeira para a segunda confesso que achei que o filme era uma fantochada porque muda de tema radicalmente..ou pelo menos parece.. aconselho a todos os que estejam fartos de ser enganados pelo poder de alguns a verem este filme com calma, são duas horas de filme, mas vale a pena ficar a saber porque é que as religiões fazem parte da maior história contada desde sempre, ou como é que é possível que a guerra anti terrorismo seja uma fantochada... ou ainda descobrir quem é que realmente manda no mundo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois.. digam qq coisa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-8017563996974250532?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8017563996974250532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=8017563996974250532&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/8017563996974250532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/8017563996974250532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/12/zeitgeist.html' title='Zeitgeist'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6626800985662547598</id><published>2007-10-27T17:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:18.305Z</updated><title type='text'>A história de Nhua, a Severa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RyNlvMoPHpI/AAAAAAAAANU/tNhBlsf3Mks/s1600-h/brizida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126052662396001938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RyNlvMoPHpI/AAAAAAAAANU/tNhBlsf3Mks/s320/brizida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angelo Beolco (1501-1542), actor e dramaturgo italiano, também conhecido como O Ruzzante, criou várias personagens nas suas peças onde também participava como protagonista. Numa dessas peças, precisamente n' &lt;em&gt;O Parlatório de Ruzzante de Volta da Guerra&lt;/em&gt;, cria &lt;em&gt;Nhua, &lt;/em&gt;de inicio uma moça do campo, namorada de Ruzzante, pelo menos até ao dia de ele ir para a Guerra. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Aquando do seu regresso, muitas coisas tinham mudado, a guerra faz destas coisas. Quando chega à sua cidade, encontra o seu grande amigo Menato, tolo e folião, a quem conta as suas desventuras da guerra. Claro, sempre omitindo os factos vergonhosos e enaltecendo as corajosas fugas.  &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;É pois no fim dessa conversa de reencontro, que Menato lhe informa que também a mudança passara por Nhua, outrora doce rapariga, agora mulher da vida, que ganhava o seu sutento vendendo a companhia com homens abastados. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ruzzante vai então ao encontro de Nhua, que dificilmente o reconhece, &lt;em&gt;tão escanzelado e com uma tromba, &lt;/em&gt;apercebe-se que ele volta sem nada para lhe oferecer, pelo o que já não lhe interessava ter aquele Ruzzante à perna. Amor? Claro que sentira Amor, mas o amor não enche a barriga! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Mas Ruzzante não desiste à toa, vai atrás dela, e Nhua sentindo-se ameaçada, atira-lhe à cara todas as promessas que ele tinha feito de ir e voltar em riqueza, mas ao contrário, &lt;em&gt;foi como um poltrão e voltou como um poltrão&lt;/em&gt;, prometeu-lhe que &lt;em&gt;ganhava ou morria&lt;/em&gt; e voltou como se vê. Não era que ela quisesse que ele tivesse voltado aleijado, mas assim, sem ferimentos, não podia acreditar que ele estivera na guerra. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ruzzante farto de ouvir estas barbaridades e vendo que com falinhas mansas já não iria conseguir nada, atira-se a ela e puxa-la pelo braço, numa tentativa de a levar consigo, mas ela afoita consegue livrar-se e, a tempo, chega o seu marinheiro que dá umas valentes pancadas em Ruzzante. Saindo depois de braço dado com a severa Nhua. &lt;blockquote&gt;Eis a verdadeira história de Nhua...&lt;/blockquote&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/12824671-6626800985662547598?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6626800985662547598/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=6626800985662547598&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6626800985662547598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6626800985662547598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/histria-de-nhua-severa.html' title='A história de Nhua, a Severa..'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RyNlvMoPHpI/AAAAAAAAANU/tNhBlsf3Mks/s72-c/brizida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2331988438913714055</id><published>2007-10-24T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T17:07:19.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serei só eu...??</title><content type='html'>Ou haverá mais alguém neste mundo que não idolatre o Cristiano Ronaldo? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz para além de ter cara de &lt;em&gt;puto xarila&lt;/em&gt;, metido a &lt;em&gt;chico esperto&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;sou muita bom, &lt;/em&gt;e &lt;em&gt;vê lá se fazes melhor...&lt;/em&gt; Não sabe falar e tem um nome pimba até dizer chega.. digam-me lá se, se o gajo fosse um cantor romantico, não ficaria &lt;em&gt;du best&lt;/em&gt; este nome... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E agora, ladies e gentlemans, Cristiano Ronaldo com o seu HIT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh Jóia, Chega Cá ao Teu Ourives...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Tem um bom corpinho, tem..também pudera, a jogar à bola como joga era melhor se não tivesse...&lt;br /&gt;Joga bem, ok.. Mas daí a isso ser requisito para ser um gajo giro... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim..apeteceu-me desabafar.. porque realmente não lhe acho mesmo piadinha nenhuma!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2331988438913714055?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2331988438913714055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2331988438913714055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2331988438913714055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2331988438913714055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/serei-s-eu.html' title='Serei só eu...??'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6112574883448004524</id><published>2007-10-23T01:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T01:18:42.632+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Neste blog..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.. preza-se muito a liberdade de expressão, a minha especialmente...&lt;br /&gt;Digo o que me apetece, como me apetece e ninguém tem nada a ver com isso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto aos que vêm cá escrever os seus comentários, admito que digam o que lhes vai na alma, me chamem nomes, me acusem, me ameacem.. o que quiserem! Desde que se identifiquem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como há uns e outros que não têm... sei lá..lata..coragem.. ou dignidade para se identificarem quando cá vêm dizer barbaridades sem nexo, este blog ficará temporariamente sem a possibilidade de deixar comentários... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Um grande bem haja..!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: quem quiser, saberá como me contactar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-6112574883448004524?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6112574883448004524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6112574883448004524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/neste-blog.html' title='Neste blog..'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5091903896873834983</id><published>2007-10-22T17:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T17:59:24.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Will it make it easier on you, now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You got someone to blame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;One, U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5091903896873834983?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5091903896873834983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5091903896873834983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5091903896873834983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5091903896873834983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/pensamento-do-dia_22.html' title='pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-395519695787035638</id><published>2007-10-20T14:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T14:52:04.895+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tás com algum problema!?!?</title><content type='html'>A vida corre-te mal, é?&lt;br /&gt;Queres muito fazer uma coisa, mas parece que todos estão contra ti?&lt;br /&gt;A tua relação com alguém deixa-te incompleta?&lt;br /&gt;O teu patrão não te dá o devido valor?&lt;br /&gt;A tua casa tem infiltrações?&lt;br /&gt;O teu saldo bancário nunca está positivo?&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas julgam-te mal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volto a perguntar, tás REALMENTE com algum problema?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Vida não é complicada, nós é que a pintamos com cores feias quando alguma coisa não corre como prevíamos. Mas tudo isto é nada, tudo isto são ninharias perante as verdadeiras contrariedades da vida. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Nos últimos tempos, pessoas que me rodeiam, descobriram que têm doenças, que lhes pôe a Vida em risco, que deixam pessoas próximas preocupadas e infelizes. Isto sim, é um problema. Algo que vai contra o natural correr da Vida, algo contra o qual não podemos fazer nada. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Estas situações fazem-me pensar que a nossa Vida é tão fácil, que tudo corre tão bem! Porque todas as pequenas pedras que vamos encontrando, são precalços fáceis de ultrapassar perante uma doença, que não podemos fazer nada para evitar. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Só podemos esperar e desejar que tudo corra pelo melhor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-395519695787035638?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/395519695787035638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=395519695787035638&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/395519695787035638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/395519695787035638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/ts-com-algum-problema.html' title='Tás com algum problema!?!?'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5704009252230633458</id><published>2007-10-19T21:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T22:29:22.721+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento da noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Amar não é olhar um para o outro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É olharem juntos na mesma direcção!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saint-Exupéry , Antoine de &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para o &lt;em&gt;Amor&lt;/em&gt; (em todas as suas formas) acontecer, tem de haver uma correspondência entre duas partes. Tem de ser alimentado, construído. Existe, porque dois seres assim o desejaram... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Embora possa existir Amor só de uma parte, é um Amor triste, quando não se entende realmente o Amor... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Tem de haver sintonia, liberdade e respeito! A sintonia que nos faz olhar juntos na mesma direcção, a liberdade de irmos nessa direcção, juntos ou não, e o respeito à decisão, quando a direcção não for de comum acordo. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Amar não pode ser prisão. Não é possuir outrém como um troféu que um dia se desejou, ganhou e se mantém por cima da lareira, imutável, constante, bonito e limpo como se deseja. Amar é deixar ir, deixar voar, quando a Felicidade, o entusiasmo do outro não está em nós. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5704009252230633458?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5704009252230633458/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5704009252230633458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5704009252230633458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5704009252230633458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/pensamento-da-noite_19.html' title='Pensamento da noite...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1575945842901120453</id><published>2007-10-19T10:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T10:29:30.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pensamento do dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cuidado com o mal que praticas...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser-te-à retribuído em dobro!!&lt;/strong&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/12824671-1575945842901120453?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1575945842901120453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1575945842901120453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1575945842901120453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1575945842901120453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/pensamento-do-dia.html' title='pensamento do dia'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1348500206690874502</id><published>2007-10-17T23:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T23:09:30.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A stranger ask me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Um artista é só a obra que realiza?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um artista é, antes de mais,&lt;br /&gt;uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;uma personalidade,&lt;br /&gt;um corpo,&lt;br /&gt;uma vontade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É sonho, imaginação, virtual e emoção..&lt;br /&gt;É insatisfação,&lt;br /&gt;É querer ir sempre mais além dos próprios limites...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É viver a Vida em Liberdade,&lt;br /&gt;Sem correias ou muros intransponíveis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter uma força interior superior ao que julga ter,&lt;br /&gt;É ser corajoso e audaz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É conseguir ver na dificuldade um desafio,&lt;br /&gt;É ter a Vontade sempre primeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre antes da necessidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se perguntarem pelo Artista, anos depois da sua morte, então o Artista será a sua obra!&lt;br /&gt;A obra que durante a vida o alimentou para conseguir ser tudo aquilo que foi.&lt;br /&gt;O pão! A àgua! A luz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Artista, pode ser qualquer um de nós. Todos temos essa capacidade de sermos diferentes do que é normal, de construir uma estranheza à nossa volta que nos destaca entre os demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos somos portadores dessa capacidade de viver em plenitude..&lt;br /&gt;Apenas falta a coragem...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1348500206690874502?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1348500206690874502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1348500206690874502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1348500206690874502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1348500206690874502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/stranger-ask-me.html' title='A stranger ask me...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4748513998670081990</id><published>2007-10-12T18:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:18.652Z</updated><title type='text'>Dois meses depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;... e alguns ensaios depois, re-estreámos o Memorial do Convento.. Dois espectáculos logo no primeiro dia de trabalho que é para começar a aquecer os motores para esta nova temporada. Ficaremos em cena até Junho de 2008 e, pelas nossas contas, até lá terão assistido, mais coisa menos coisa, 20 mil pessoas, a maior parte das quais serão jovens do 12º ano, de todos os cantos do país.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, recebemos alunos do Norte, infelizmente nem sempre ficamos a saber de onde são realmente. Foram divididos em duas turmas, de manhã uma turma via a peça e a outra visitava o Palácio de Mafra, à tarde trocavam. Foram excelentes espectadores, devo dizer, por vezes iremos apanhar (como já apanhámos) alunos que não se sabem comportar durante uma peça de teatro, nem tão pouco têm respeito por quem está a falar, neste caso, os actores. Mas os de hoje portaram-se bastante bem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sem falsas modéstias, posso dizer que os espectáculos correram muito bem! O da manhã um pouco sem ritmo, mas o da tarde foi excelente em termos de ritmo. De resto.. bom há sempre uma coisa ou outra que falha... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120500839879213202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rw-sYmEXAJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YqsOBEs77Eo/s320/Memorial_4456D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;É engraçado reparar que com o passar do tempo, os cinco actores deste Memorial cada vez se entendem melhor em palco. A cumplicidade cresce, apesar de termos estado parados. O que me faz pensar que essa cumplicidade entre actores em palco, também é alimentada fora dele. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Para quem não sabe do que estou a falar, ou porque nunca fez teatro, ou porque nunca a sentiu, a cumplicidade que falo, é aquela que nasce entre actores que trabalham muito tempo, ou muitas vezes juntos. O actor é nada, sem a sua contracena. E quando há bastante cumplicidade, há uma entrega ao outro, uma comunicação com o olhar. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hoje, por exemplo, num dado momento o Padre Bartolomeu (Flávio Tomé) interrompe a Blimunda (eu própria) antes do tempo, cortando assim uma fala dela, ela(eu) olha-o nos olhos, como a dizer &lt;em&gt;ainda vou dizer a frase, &lt;/em&gt;o Padre parece que se apercebeu, porque suspendeu a deixa a meio, antes da resposta ao que ela(eu) não tinha dito. Ela aproveita a suspensão e diz a deixa, ao que ele responde prontamente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Foi o que eu costumo chamar de &lt;em&gt;magia de palco,&lt;/em&gt; quando algo corre tão bem, é tão perfeito, que chegamos a sentir o Grande Espirito do Teatro ali a vigiar-nos. É quase um orgasmo tântrico... em que nos esquecemos quem somos, onde estamos, que temos cem pessoas (ou mais, ou menos) a olhar para nós. Somos aquela personagem! E aquele que está à nossa frente é realmente um padre, ou um maneta ou um Rei.. enfim.. You Got The Point! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Concluindo, hoje foi um dia de &lt;em&gt;Magia no Palco,&lt;/em&gt; o Grande Espirito esteve lá connosco! Cada vez gosto mais de viajar naquela orgânica sonora, que é a música do David, de ouvir o Padre&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Flávio Tomé)&lt;/span&gt; nos seus sermões e ideias de voar, de ouvir as megalómanias do D.João V&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Filipe Araújo)&lt;/span&gt;, de ouvir a história do Manuel Milho&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(João Mais)&lt;/span&gt;, e de ver o encontro do Baltasar com o Pai&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(João Mais)&lt;/span&gt; , de revelar quem sou ao Baltasar&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Paulo C. Reis)&lt;/span&gt;, de seguir viagem numa passarola voadora, com os meus dois companheiros de aventura, o Padre Bartolomeu de Gusmão&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Flávio Tomé)&lt;/span&gt; e o Baltasar, Sete-Sóis&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Paulo C. Reis)&lt;/span&gt; (Bartô e Babar, prós amigos) com quem mais tem crescido a tal cumplicidade, e de estar na pele desta mulher, desta Blimunda, que é dura, doce, forte e feminina.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vão ver! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;:p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;foto by Margarida Martins - TNDM II 2007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4748513998670081990?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4748513998670081990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4748513998670081990&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4748513998670081990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4748513998670081990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/dois-meses-depois.html' title='Dois meses depois...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rw-sYmEXAJI/AAAAAAAAAMs/YqsOBEs77Eo/s72-c/Memorial_4456D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4992496387192060232</id><published>2007-10-11T22:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T22:57:58.469+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial do Convento</title><content type='html'>A partir de amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teatro-dmaria.pt/Temporada/detalhe.aspx?idc=1009&amp;amp;ids=16"&gt;mais informações&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4992496387192060232?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4992496387192060232/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4992496387192060232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4992496387192060232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4992496387192060232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/memorial-do-convento.html' title='Memorial do Convento'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6017870181657068570</id><published>2007-10-11T00:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T00:21:04.000+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se há coisa que me deixa triste...</title><content type='html'>é saber que há certas pessoas que se auto-proclamam profissionais da caixa de comentário e até agora nem vê-los aqui!! &lt;a href="http://missylapin.blogspot.com/2007/10/sto-anto-do-tojal.html"&gt;Já noutros blogs amigos&lt;/a&gt; venho a descobrir que já lá andaram..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fico  triste...&lt;br /&gt;a sério que fico triste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ps: sempre me disseram que eu tinha jeito para o melodramático...lolol&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/12824671-6017870181657068570?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6017870181657068570/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=6017870181657068570&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6017870181657068570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6017870181657068570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/se-h-coisa-que-me-deixa-triste.html' title='Se há coisa que me deixa triste...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2266076958742337859</id><published>2007-10-06T20:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:19.131Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu mano já está a EXPÔR!!!!</title><content type='html'>Amigos que atentamente lêem este meu cantinho: &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;( eu sei que são muitos..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se por acaso andavam sem saber o que fazer, como lá chegar, para não perder esta oportunidade de ver os quadros do Carlos Miguel ( o meu mano), eis que aqui vos facilito, não um, não três, mas dois mapinhas para lá chegardes ao &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sushimoto Bar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, antigamente chamado de &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Última Sé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118309702183616610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RwfjjmEXAGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gRAxXLhadFg/s320/mapatitular.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se não se entenderem com este mapinha todo moderno.. eis a vista aérea do local... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mim pareceu-me mais fácil!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118309706478583922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rwfjj2EXAHI/AAAAAAAAAMc/KxZsR37y-zs/s320/mapa%2520virtual.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Se ainda assim não se entenderem, vão a &lt;a href="http://www.ultima-se.com/"&gt;http://www.ultima-se.com/&lt;/a&gt; e vejam lá as informações todinhas de como lá chegar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Entretanto para quem não conhece a obra do artista, pode sempre ir dar uma vista de olhos &lt;a href="http://www.wavingcolors.blogspot.com/"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2266076958742337859?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2266076958742337859/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2266076958742337859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2266076958742337859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2266076958742337859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-meu-mano-j-est-expr.html' title='O meu mano já está a EXPÔR!!!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RwfjjmEXAGI/AAAAAAAAAMU/gRAxXLhadFg/s72-c/mapatitular.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-76957987566696129</id><published>2007-10-05T00:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T00:26:19.208+01:00</updated><title type='text'>a nossa selecção</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Andei a passear pela blogosfera, coisa que há bastante tempo não fazia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não me arrependi.. se quiserem constatar vejam a nova secção de links ali em baixo à esquerda.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-76957987566696129?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/76957987566696129/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=76957987566696129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/76957987566696129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/76957987566696129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/nossa-seleco.html' title='a nossa selecção'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-7642501701813076963</id><published>2007-10-03T12:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T12:30:34.587+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa Busca no Google pela frase "Shit Happens"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Taoism:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confucianism:&lt;/strong&gt; Confucius say, "Shit happens."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Buddhism:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens, it isn't really shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zen Buddhism:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit is, and is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zen Buddhism #2:&lt;/strong&gt; What is the sound of shit happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hinduism:&lt;/strong&gt; This shit has happened before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Islam:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens, it is the will of Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Islam #2:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens, kill the person responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Islam #3:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens, blame Israel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Catholicism:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens, you deserve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Protestantism:&lt;/strong&gt; Let shit happen to someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Presbyterian:&lt;/strong&gt; This shit was bound to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Episcopalian:&lt;/strong&gt; It's not so bad if shit happens, as long as you serve the right wine with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Methodist:&lt;/strong&gt; It's not so bad if shit happens, as long as you serve grape juice with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congregationalist:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit that happens to one person is just as good as shit that happens to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unitarian:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit that happens to one person is just as bad as shit that happens to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lutheran:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens, don't talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fundamentalism:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens, you will go to hell, unless you are born again. (Amen!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fundamentalism #2:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens to a televangelist, it's okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fundamentalism #3:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit must be born again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Judaism:&lt;/strong&gt; Why does this shit always happen to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Calvinism:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit happens because you don't work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seventh Day Adventism:&lt;/strong&gt; No shit shall happen on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Creationism:&lt;/strong&gt; God made all shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secular Humanism:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit evolves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Science:&lt;/strong&gt; When shit happens, don't call a doctor - pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christian Science #2:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit happening is all in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unitarianism:&lt;/strong&gt; Come let us reason together about this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quakers:&lt;/strong&gt; Let us not fight over this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Utopianism:&lt;/strong&gt; This shit does not stink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Darwinism:&lt;/strong&gt; This shit was once food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Capitalism:&lt;/strong&gt; That's MY shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Communism:&lt;/strong&gt; It's everybody's shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feminism:&lt;/strong&gt; Men are shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chauvinism:&lt;/strong&gt; We may be shit, but you can't live without us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Commercialism:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's package this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Impressionism:&lt;/strong&gt; From a distance, shit looks like a garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idolism:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's bronze this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existentialism:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit doesn't happen; shit IS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Existentialism #2:&lt;/strong&gt; What is shit, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stoicism:&lt;/strong&gt; This shit is good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hedonism:&lt;/strong&gt; There is nothing like a good shit happening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mormonism:&lt;/strong&gt; God sent us this shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mormonism #2:&lt;/strong&gt; This shit is going to happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wiccan:&lt;/strong&gt; An it harm none, let shit happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Scientology:&lt;/strong&gt; If shit happens, see "Dianetics", p.157.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jehovah's Witnesses:&lt;/strong&gt; &gt;Knock&lt; &gt;Knock&lt; Shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jehovah's Witnesses #2:&lt;/strong&gt; May we have a moment of your time to show you some of our shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jehovah's Witnesses #3:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit has been prophesied and is imminent; only the righteous shall survive its happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moonies:&lt;/strong&gt; Only really happy shit happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hare Krishna:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit happens, rama rama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rastafarianism:&lt;/strong&gt; Let's smoke this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Zoroastrianism:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit happens half on the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Church of SubGenius:&lt;/strong&gt; BoB shits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Practical:&lt;/strong&gt; Deal with shit one day at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agnostic:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit might have happened; then again, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agnostic #2:&lt;/strong&gt; Did someone shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agnostic #3:&lt;/strong&gt; What is this shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Satanism:&lt;/strong&gt; SNEPPAH TIHS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alcoholics Anonymous:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit happens-one day at a time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atheism:&lt;/strong&gt; What shit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atheism #2:&lt;/strong&gt; I can't believe this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nihilism:&lt;/strong&gt; No shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conclusão:&lt;/strong&gt; Shit Happens Everywhere&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/12824671-7642501701813076963?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7642501701813076963/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7642501701813076963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7642501701813076963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7642501701813076963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/numa-busca-no-google-pela-frase-shit.html' title='Numa Busca no Google pela frase &quot;Shit Happens&quot;'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-157169270589870065</id><published>2007-10-03T11:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T11:06:45.957+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigada</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoje cheguei aos 10.000 visitantes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tou tão orgulhosa de mim mesma &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que vou ter que encurtar este post &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;para a baba não cair no teclado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-157169270589870065?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/157169270589870065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=157169270589870065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/157169270589870065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/157169270589870065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/obrigada.html' title='Obrigada'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-415581509510033337</id><published>2007-10-03T02:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T02:58:20.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Shower: Women vs. Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Qehxjub5lyo'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vejam isto..está demais&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-415581509510033337?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/415581509510033337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=415581509510033337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/415581509510033337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/415581509510033337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-to-shower-women-vs-men.html' title='How to Shower: Women vs. Men'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3671936586351654453</id><published>2007-10-03T01:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:19.561Z</updated><title type='text'>Faz-se fatos por medida!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RwLcwWEXADI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qcJnTnMTt7c/s1600-h/blimunda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116894849762000946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RwLcwWEXADI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qcJnTnMTt7c/s400/blimunda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Acabadinha de sair.. nova fornada de figurinos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;by Flávio Tomé e a sua ajudanta/colega Cláudia Faria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-3671936586351654453?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3671936586351654453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3671936586351654453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3671936586351654453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3671936586351654453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/10/faz-se-fatos-por-medida.html' title='Faz-se fatos por medida!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RwLcwWEXADI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qcJnTnMTt7c/s72-c/blimunda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1181954099403877756</id><published>2007-09-27T01:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:19.908Z</updated><title type='text'>friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvwpqmEW__I/AAAAAAAAALU/zZNuMOUluGw/s1600-h/sadeye.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115009088536117234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px" height="102" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvwpqmEW__I/AAAAAAAAALU/zZNuMOUluGw/s320/sadeye.gif" width="103" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rvr4gWEW_-I/AAAAAAAAALM/XyxtTiNAvN0/s1600-h/sadeyes.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Se os teus olhos são tristeza....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;....afunda teu olhar no meu sorriso...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1181954099403877756?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1181954099403877756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1181954099403877756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1181954099403877756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1181954099403877756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendship.html' title='friendship'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvwpqmEW__I/AAAAAAAAALU/zZNuMOUluGw/s72-c/sadeye.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6239771184379503833</id><published>2007-09-27T00:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T00:31:17.471+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Conclusões</title><content type='html'>O Waving Words está quase com 10 000 visitantes, mas devido a problemas técnicas tive de mudar o contador... pelo que se forem visitar a página do site meter relativa a este espaço estarão lá poucas visitas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tantas visitas poderiam julgar que sou vistada por muita gente... é verdade! Mas se repararem na origem das visitas, poderão concluir, como eu, que a maior parte dos visitantes são estrangeiros, e que a maioria vem por causa duma foto que eu publiquei há algum tempo sobre o aborto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão: este blog, assim como o tema &lt;em&gt;aborto&lt;/em&gt; não tem interesse nenhum para os portugueses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não faz mal... continuarei a fazer o meu bloguinho, à minha maneira, com alguns (poucos mas bons) visitantes que me lêem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai... não me devia ter metido nisto...é viciante!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-6239771184379503833?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6239771184379503833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=6239771184379503833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6239771184379503833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6239771184379503833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/concluses.html' title='Conclusões'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3817892830153168373</id><published>2007-09-26T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T21:38:27.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Andam a mangar ca genti...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;É um facto que as regras de transito são para se cumprir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Até acho bem que haja um limite de velocidade dentro das cidade, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e que haja um controlo maior sobre o transito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AGORA...QUE A PORRA DO RADAR SE CHAME &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MULTANOVA&lt;/span&gt;!!!.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;AI JÁ ESTÃO A GOZAR COM A MINHA CARA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-3817892830153168373?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3817892830153168373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3817892830153168373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3817892830153168373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3817892830153168373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/andam-mangar-ca-genti.html' title='Andam a mangar ca genti...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5744750853084597818</id><published>2007-09-26T12:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:20.195Z</updated><title type='text'>O meu mano vai EXPÔR!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvpA12EW_7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/GrvlEAJom2c/s1600-h/sushimoto.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114471620623663026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvpA12EW_7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/GrvlEAJom2c/s400/sushimoto.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A pintura-escultura em mim é algo que acontece. Não procuro a pintura, não procuro a escultura, ambas são o meio para encontrar o espaço e o tempo dentro de mim. Pintar e/ou esculpir, o dar forma, é uma dança sensual, um envolvimento. O que acontece ou procura acontecer na ‘tela’ é ou procura ser, um reflexo do que se passa dentro de mim. Assim, quando estouneste envolvimento, é esse paraíso interior, esse deslumbramento, a minha procura."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Carlos Miguel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;para ter um cheirinho visitar &lt;a href="http://wavingcolors.blogspot.com/"&gt;wavingcolors.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5744750853084597818?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5744750853084597818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5744750853084597818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5744750853084597818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5744750853084597818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-meu-mano-vai-expr.html' title='O meu mano vai EXPÔR!!!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvpA12EW_7I/AAAAAAAAAK4/GrvlEAJom2c/s72-c/sushimoto.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5498732675094508032</id><published>2007-09-22T17:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:20.481Z</updated><title type='text'>Adeus Verão, olá Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvPsWGEW_nI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S3kkEs9oYEs/s1600-h/20092007(007).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112689866325818994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvPsWGEW_nI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S3kkEs9oYEs/s320/20092007(007).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pois é...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acaba-se o bem bom, dias de Sol, pé na areia, refrescos na esplanada, banhos refrescantes (ou enregelantes se fôr em Sintra)..enfim...&lt;br /&gt;O Equinócio de Outono terá inicio (segundo o &lt;em&gt;Borda d'Água&lt;/em&gt;) no dia 23 de Setembro às 10h51.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Eu gosto particularmente do Outono, das folhas a cair, das chuvadas que aparecem de repente num dia de Sol, do friozinho que apetece acender a lareira... ai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vocês? Qual é a vossa estação do ano preferida?? Para ficar a saber pus uma nova sondagem aqui em cima... vá vá não sejam tímidos e digam-me...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5498732675094508032?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5498732675094508032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5498732675094508032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5498732675094508032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5498732675094508032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/adeus-vero-ol-outono.html' title='Adeus Verão, olá Outono'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvPsWGEW_nI/AAAAAAAAAIY/S3kkEs9oYEs/s72-c/20092007(007).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2911760155373860314</id><published>2007-09-22T02:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:02:03.424+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Outras andanças...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se quiserem ver onde ando entretida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciberneticamente falando, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nos últimos tempos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;é favor checar &lt;a href="http://contadorhistoria.blogspot.com/"&gt;O Contador da História&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda não está completo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mas dá para ter uma ideia, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e já agora se quiserem dêem-me a vossa opinião!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2911760155373860314?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2911760155373860314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2911760155373860314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2911760155373860314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2911760155373860314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/outras-andanas.html' title='Outras andanças...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1707214858836579448</id><published>2007-09-21T18:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:20.705Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem chamaram-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Balzaquiana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha enorme ignorancia, respondi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;- Estás a chamar-me gOrDa???!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;- Claro que não, olha, vai ver à Net! - disse ele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eis o que encontrei:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvP_vGEW_pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/39mKAWXBhVk/s1600-h/2511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112711186543476370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RvP_vGEW_pI/AAAAAAAAAIo/39mKAWXBhVk/s200/2511.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Há quem empregue a palavra balzaquiana de forma pejorativa e até negativa. Mas, na realidade, é com 30 anos que as mulheres chegam ao seu ápice: mais maduras, realistas e vividas, elas esbanjam sensualidade e realização.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Elas são mais maduras, sensuais, menos tímidas, mais realistas e, principalmente, vividas. As balzaquianas, como ficaram conhecidas as mulheres de 30 anos, já suportaram muitos preconceitos pelo estigma que essa palavra trazia. Com tom pejorativo, muitas vezes eram rotuladas como "balzaquianas encalhadas", já que, antigamente, para se viver um romance era preciso ter no máximo uns 20 e poucos anos. (...) Foi o escritor francês Honoré Balzac que considerou as mulheres de 30. mulheres no auge da sua vida sexual, que conhecem como ninguém a arte de seduzir e encantar, e têm muitas histórias para contar. (...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bolsademulher.com/estilo/materia/balzaquianas/2782/1"&gt;surripiado à boca podre daqui &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Gostei!! Afinal até me estava a elogiar..obrigada!! &lt;a href="http://www.bolsademulher.com/estilo/materia/balzaquianas/2782/1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1707214858836579448?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1707214858836579448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1707214858836579448&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1707214858836579448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1707214858836579448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/5g8cmWZOX8Q'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ECO - Environmental Children Organization&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5107312497044879527?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5107312497044879527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5107312497044879527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5107312497044879527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5107312497044879527'/><link 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Piada...&lt;br /&gt;  4 (18%)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Gostava mais dantes!&lt;br /&gt;  1 (4%)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Tá Altamente!&lt;br /&gt;  10 (45%)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;só passei aqui por acaso&lt;br /&gt;  7 (31%) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tava altamente pelos vistos..espero que gostem do novo visual!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-7895141887553950042?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7895141887553950042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7895141887553950042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7895141887553950042'/><link rel='self' 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da vista, não desapareceram do coração e isso é o que lhes dá vida, é isso que os faz continuar a ser... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Falas deles agora, voltam a viver agora...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando deixares de pensar neles, de falar deles, ai sim..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;terão morrido e desaparecido para sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2610761937267826786?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2610761937267826786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2610761937267826786&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3277859571250456462</id><published>2007-09-19T19:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:22:40.156+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coldplay - The Scientist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/tNwQeedQfZE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/tNwQeedQfZE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;simplesmente genial..tudo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-3277859571250456462?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3277859571250456462/comments/default' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2963037050036124753</id><published>2007-09-19T19:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T19:17:34.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Radiohead - Creep </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/JsHKoJM8uv8' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/JsHKoJM8uv8'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acustico...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2963037050036124753?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5752558863209283171</id><published>2007-09-18T14:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:05:41.474+01:00</updated><title type='text'>James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wVyggTKDcOE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wVyggTKDcOE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5752558863209283171?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2611470746821140701</id><published>2007-09-18T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:05:15.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did I disappoint you or let you down?&lt;br /&gt;Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun,&lt;br /&gt;Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took what's mine by eternal right.&lt;br /&gt;Took your soul out into the night. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and may be over but it won't stop there,&lt;br /&gt;I am here for you if you'd only care. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;touched my heart you touched my soul.&lt;br /&gt;you changed my life and all my goals.&lt;br /&gt;And love is blind and that I knew when,&lt;br /&gt;My heart was blinded by you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've kissed your lips and held your head.&lt;br /&gt;Shared your dreams and shared your bed.&lt;br /&gt;I know you well, I know your smell.&lt;br /&gt;I've been addicted to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me. (bis)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I am a dreamer but when I wake,&lt;br /&gt;You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as move you on, remember me,&lt;br /&gt;Remember us and all we used to be &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.&lt;br /&gt;I've watched you sleeping for a while.&lt;br /&gt;I'd be the father of your child.&lt;br /&gt;I'd spend a lifetime with you. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know your fears and you know mine.&lt;br /&gt;We've had our doubts but now we're fine,&lt;br /&gt;And I love you, I swear that's true.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;And I still hold your hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;In mine when I'm asleep. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will bear my soul in time,&lt;br /&gt;When I'm kneeling at your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Goodbye my lover.&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye my friend.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one.&lt;br /&gt;You have been the one for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2611470746821140701?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2611470746821140701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2611470746821140701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Aristóteles)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4624022888042047227?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4624022888042047227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4624022888042047227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4624022888042047227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4624022888042047227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/alma-minha.html' title='Alma Minha'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1988198952470932442</id><published>2007-09-18T01:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T01:12:02.673+01:00</updated><title type='text'>AMIZADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Conhecer alguém aqui e ali que pensa e sente como nós,&lt;br /&gt;e que embora distante, está perto em espírito,&lt;br /&gt;eis o que faz da Terra um jardim habitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;(Goethe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1988198952470932442?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1988198952470932442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1988198952470932442&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1988198952470932442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1988198952470932442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/amizade.html' title='AMIZADE'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1834726044476557986</id><published>2007-09-16T03:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:21.238Z</updated><title type='text'>Capitão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RuyOhDx4j0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/S7FzZBKJ9og/s1600-h/023_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110616375760031554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RuyOhDx4j0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/S7FzZBKJ9og/s320/023_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando a queda parecer inevitável, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;podes contar sempre com a minha mão para te agarrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll be there by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1834726044476557986?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1834726044476557986/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1834726044476557986&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1834726044476557986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1834726044476557986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/capito.html' title='Capitão...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RuyOhDx4j0I/AAAAAAAAAHY/S7FzZBKJ9og/s72-c/023_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-884803680467599335</id><published>2007-09-14T14:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T14:58:14.599+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sade / By Your Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/lSeDDegeQ-k' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/lSeDDegeQ-k'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-884803680467599335?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/884803680467599335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=884803680467599335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/884803680467599335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/884803680467599335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/sade-by-your-side_1520.html' title='Sade / By Your Side'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2851682413062256773</id><published>2007-09-14T14:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T14:19:07.633+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;embed src="'http://youtube.com/v/lSeDDegeQ-k'/" width="'425'" height="'350'" type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You think I'd leave your side baby?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know me better than that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wouldn't do that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll tell you the right when you want...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll, I'll find the wound, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if only you could sink into me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh when you´re cold &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be there, hold you tight to me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you´re on the outside baby and you can't get in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will show you, you're so much better than you know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you're lost, when you're alone and you can't get back again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will find you darling and I'll bring you home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;And if you want to cry &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am here to dry your eyes, oooo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In no time you'll be fine.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;You think I'd leave your side baby?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You know me better than that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think I'd leave you down when you're down on your knees?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wouldn't do that&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll tell you the right when you want...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll, I'll find the wound, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And If only you could sink into me....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh when you´re cold I'll be there to hold you tight to me, to me baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohh when you´re alone I'll be there by your side baby, by your side baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh when you´re cold I'll be there to hold you tight to me, to me baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ohh when you´re alone I'll be there by your side baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2851682413062256773?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2851682413062256773/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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Adagio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XMbvcp480Y4' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XMbvcp480Y4'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5822184097699708776?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5822184097699708776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5822184097699708776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/barber-adagio.html' title='Barber&amp;#39;s Adagio '/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2446454048316815589</id><published>2007-09-13T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T19:32:22.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>in memorium</title><content type='html'>Há ainda certos blogs que visito dos quais saio de olhos lavados em lágrimas pela carga de tristeza e saudade que existe neles....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Morte não devia de ser um fim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2446454048316815589?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2446454048316815589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2446454048316815589&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2446454048316815589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2446454048316815589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-memorium.html' title='in memorium'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4512986118710064459</id><published>2007-09-11T23:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:17:31.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Até Já no Caminho...</title><content type='html'>Amigo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há tempo, nem distância&lt;br /&gt;Nem palavras ou actos de indiferença,&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo a tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Poderá apagar a chama da Amizade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a Vida dá-nos caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Que nos deixa divididos&lt;br /&gt;Entre o certo e o errado&lt;br /&gt;Todos nos levam a dúvidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomámos um caminho errado&lt;br /&gt;Que parecia tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Fomos na aventura enganados&lt;br /&gt;Caímos no vazio do silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos olhares que cruzamos,&lt;br /&gt;Que ao longe arriscamos,&lt;br /&gt;Ao perto, são desviados&lt;br /&gt;Sem coragem para enfrentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho palavras certas&lt;br /&gt;Nem as erradas consigo dizer&lt;br /&gt;A memória me castiga&lt;br /&gt;... não sei o que diga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizes &lt;em&gt;Até já... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu penso &lt;em&gt;Será?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tempo e a Distância&lt;br /&gt;São boas conselheiras&lt;br /&gt;Se fôr para ser&lt;br /&gt;Haverá maneiras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontramo-nos em breve então&lt;br /&gt;No próximo cruzamento lá à frente...&lt;br /&gt;A Árvore pode ter caído&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixou lá a semente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;autor: Biatriz ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&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/12824671-4512986118710064459?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4512986118710064459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4512986118710064459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-at-j-no-caminho.html' title='Um Até Já no Caminho...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-9078621343346351700</id><published>2007-08-21T02:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:11:53.338+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Foliemos pois então!!</title><content type='html'>Finalmente consegui ir ver o novo trabalho dos Tapa na Quinta da Regaleira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite fantástica! O espectáculo está muito bem conseguido tendo em conta que o texto não é facilmente adaptado para teatro, ou melhor, para aquilo a que as pessoas estão habituadas a chamar Teatro. O Teatro nasce dos rituais sagrados na Antiguidade e o que poderão assistir na Quinta da Regaleira é isso mesmo, um resnacer dum antigo ritual: A Festa do Espirito Santo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o espectáculo se desenrola em festa pelos caminhos da Regaleira, envolvendo o público no ritual, para isso contribui bastante a quase inexistência da 4ª parede entre os actores e o público, ao contrário do que estamos habituados no so call Teatro, os actores (lindos!!todos!) mantém um contacto visual directo, como que dizendo, somos como vós... sto faz com que o público se sinta povo em festa numa noite de Pentecostes!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adorei.. tudo.. matei a saudade da Regaleira, daqueles caminhos escuros com tanta memória.. Recordei espectáculos que fiz ali mesmo naqueles lugares por onde passa a Folia! A Gruta do Oriente onde andava a rastejar no chão, adorando o deus tv..na Selegrafia in cynthia. O Terraço e o magnífico Zigurate, a minha cozinha como governanta da própria Quinta, nos Patriotas; e palco dum sonho duma noite de verão...&lt;br /&gt;e tantas outras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom...deixo um cheirinho do que podem viver até 8 de Setembro na Quinta da Regaleira.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-9078621343346351700?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/9078621343346351700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=9078621343346351700&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/9078621343346351700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/9078621343346351700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/foliemos-pois-ento.html' title='Foliemos pois então!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-8983233756922172760</id><published>2007-08-21T02:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T02:11:23.227+01:00</updated><title type='text'>TapaFuros em Folia na Quinta da Regaleira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/XOoEQS1zqPU' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/XOoEQS1zqPU'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-8983233756922172760?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8983233756922172760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=8983233756922172760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/8983233756922172760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/8983233756922172760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/tapafuros-em-folia-na-quinta-da.html' title='TapaFuros em Folia na Quinta da Regaleira'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4030300092305292971</id><published>2007-08-14T14:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T14:26:33.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Realise...</title><content type='html'>A vida é tão simples e nós conseguimos estragá-la com as nossas complicadas mentes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fim de semana tive uma espécie de revelação que me fez lembrar o quão forte a Amizade é!&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho Amigos fantásticos, que o são só por ser, não porque eu faço &lt;em&gt;isto&lt;/em&gt;, ou porque sou dona &lt;em&gt;daquilo,&lt;/em&gt; ou porque sou amiga de &lt;em&gt;não sei quem. &lt;/em&gt;Nada, não há nenhum motivo deste tipo que me faça ter mais um Amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é certo achar que todos os que nos rodeiam e com os quais temos alguma afinidade são nossos Amigos, deveria encontrar outro nome para esses. Esses que são efémeros, esses para quem a opinião alheia sobre mim pode mudar a sua "amizade", esses que pelo facto de ter mudado de ambiente mudaram de atitude comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esses mesmo que eu julgava Amigos, depois deste fim de semana percebi que afinal não existe Amizade Pura... Tenho pena..ou talvez não... Porque afinal é bom sabermos quem são os nossos Amigos...contudo fica a pena de descobrirmos que &lt;em&gt;esta &lt;/em&gt;ou &lt;em&gt;aquela &lt;/em&gt;pessoa afinal não é bem como pensávamos que era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se estiveres a ler isto e te sentires atingida/o pelo o que escrevi, pensa no que te leva a ser minha/meu Amigo e se haveria alguma coisa que te fizesse deixar de o ser...se o houver então é porque a Amizade não existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero com isto dizer que a partir de agora só me vou dar com os que realmente são amigos, nada disso... vou dar-me a quem me quiser bem, a quem me respeitar, a quem for verdadeiro comigo (ou pelo menos que finja muito bem :p)...&lt;br /&gt;Mas aqueles... &lt;em&gt;esses&lt;/em&gt; que me fizeram ver que a Amizade não pode ter um preço, a &lt;em&gt;esses&lt;/em&gt;  envio a minha simpatia e desejo de terem uma vida boa, porque apesar de tudo não vos desejo mal... apenas não vos quero como parte da minha vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4030300092305292971?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4030300092305292971/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4030300092305292971&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4030300092305292971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4030300092305292971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-realise.html' title='I Realise...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1246030020643542901</id><published>2007-08-09T18:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:49:43.831+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>Ah..chegaram as férias...ou melhor, vão chegando entre trabalhos pontuais que ainda vou fazendo, mas o espirito de férias está cá... o não fazer nada, ou fazer coisas só porque apetece e posso...ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como a minha vida nunca foi linear, rotineira ou constante eis que o futuro me reserva novos desafios, novos projectos e continuação de projectos já começados. Por agora só posso revelar que o Memorial vai continuar pró ano, em que moldes ainda está no segredo dos deuses (que neste caso somos nós...heheh) ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com um Futuro auspicioso, uma vida plena de coisas boas, um homem maravilhoso ao meu lado, uma arte sempre em contrução, amigos qe me preenchem..bom...só posso dizer: Que bela é a vida....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1246030020643542901?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1246030020643542901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1246030020643542901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1246030020643542901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1246030020643542901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/08/frias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4479620257118525684</id><published>2007-07-29T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:21.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Mãe Terra na Mãe Serra!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Como tinha dito, Mater foi um espectáculo a não perder!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa Serra que no dia anterior tinha estado cerrada de nevoeiro, apresentou-se nos dois dias limpissima, sem uma nunvem desfeita a passar num Céu estrelado....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No Sábado, dia do segundo espectáculo, foi também noite de desmontar a seguir ao show...e...amigos...digo-vos eu que conheço esta Serra por ter vivido a 500 m daquele palácio os meus 1ºs 24 anos de vida... nunca na vida julguei possivel uma noite assim no topo na sagrada montanha:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um bafo quente como se a Serra quisesse tornar tudo mais agradável para nós... como agradecendo os maravilhosos rituais à Mãe Terra - Mater que ali tinham sido feitos... O Céu limpo mostrando o seu imenso lençol de estrelas e iluminando tudo uma Lua cheia a espelhar no mar de Cascais lá ao fundo... umaa ppintura em tudo perfeita...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esta semana a trabalhar à noite na Serra de Sintra, no Palácio da Pena nunca será esquecida... Não há palavras para descrever as sensações provocadas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;deixo-vos uma foto tirada na quinta feira antes dos dias de espectaculo e imaginem tudo sem nevoeiro.... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096762190517884082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RrtWNV511LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cOCRdKgWV34/s320/26072007(005).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Espectaculo Mater - Amalgama Companhia de Dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;26/07/2007 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Palácio da Pena - Sintra -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4479620257118525684?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4479620257118525684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4479620257118525684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4479620257118525684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4479620257118525684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/me-terra-na-me-serra.html' title='Mãe Terra na Mãe Serra!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RrtWNV511LI/AAAAAAAAAFM/cOCRdKgWV34/s72-c/26072007(005).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-8020753794120222242</id><published>2007-07-28T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:22.009Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Atenção!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084226215198919042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Ro7MziqpCYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6fWB9UqBmOQ/s400/FLYIERMATER-copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amalgama&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Companhia de Dança &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Numa Das 7 Maravilhas de Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;o Palácio da Pena!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;27 e 28 de julho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;22h &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IMPERDÍVEL!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Ro7MZiqpCXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/avZFX6m6mbw/s1600-h/FLYIERMATER-copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Ro7L7SqpCWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hrAbfTD0k4o/s1600-h/mater.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084225248831277410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Ro7L7SqpCWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/hrAbfTD0k4o/s320/mater.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-8020753794120222242?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8020753794120222242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=8020753794120222242&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/8020753794120222242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/8020753794120222242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/ateno-almagama-companhia-de-dana-no.html' title=''/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Ro7MziqpCYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/6fWB9UqBmOQ/s72-c/FLYIERMATER-copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6710879493649075881</id><published>2007-07-24T22:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:22.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspirações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Neste trapézio sem rede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RqZwCF511KI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kk34WUjse5g/s1600-h/chao-macio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090879610035754146" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RqZwCF511KI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kk34WUjse5g/s400/chao-macio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Tu és ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O chão mais macio que existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor: Andreia João Lopes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspiração: A nossa grande Amizade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Somos Uma, miss!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-6710879493649075881?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6710879493649075881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=6710879493649075881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6710879493649075881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6710879493649075881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/inspiraes.html' title='Inspirações...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RqZwCF511KI/AAAAAAAAAFE/Kk34WUjse5g/s72-c/chao-macio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6994256698699637635</id><published>2007-07-23T13:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T13:52:52.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades...</title><content type='html'>acho que estou com saudades vossas...&lt;br /&gt;e não as posso matar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-6994256698699637635?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6994256698699637635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=6994256698699637635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6994256698699637635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6994256698699637635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/saudades.html' title='Saudades...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4403264619314348933</id><published>2007-07-23T12:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T12:53:41.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ai o tempo, o tempo</title><content type='html'>Não culpo o S.Pedro, que já tá velho e já nem as chaves do paraiso consegue encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estranho este tempo, porque já há muito tempo que ele anda a mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo deixar de me sentir assustada com esta abusada mudança de clima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta uma semana para Agosto e acaba de começar a chover!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4403264619314348933?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4403264619314348933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4403264619314348933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4403264619314348933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4403264619314348933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/ai-o-tempo-o-tempo.html' title='ai o tempo, o tempo'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5573388230046834601</id><published>2007-07-20T03:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T03:40:38.141+01:00</updated><title type='text'>cara lavada</title><content type='html'>Faz Favor de ir ver o novo visual do &lt;a href="http://wavingphoto.blospot.com/"&gt;Snap Shot&lt;/a&gt; o meu velhinho blog de fotos, e o novissimo e efémero (porque depois de Agosto desaparece) &lt;a href="http://memorial-div.blogspot.com/"&gt;Memorial do Convento&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabeçalhos feitos cá p'la &lt;em&gt;JE&lt;/em&gt; !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5573388230046834601?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3650250698950824854</id><published>2007-07-19T20:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T03:34:44.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>é fazer as contas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;afinal são só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;2 anos e 3 meses de blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5000&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;visitantes!!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;É Obra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;na mesma :p&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/12824671-3650250698950824854?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3650250698950824854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3650250698950824854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3650250698950824854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3650250698950824854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/5000-visitantes-obra.html' title='é fazer as contas...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6539861801535341357</id><published>2007-07-19T01:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:22.611Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora ía...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rp6ykKaptqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lKIKvhvYux4/s1600-h/harley-davidson.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088700963316414114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rp6ykKaptqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lKIKvhvYux4/s400/harley-davidson.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não é linda?&lt;br /&gt;Agora ía ai dar uma voltinha pela Europa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai as férias, as férias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ainda falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-6539861801535341357?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6539861801535341357/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=6539861801535341357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6539861801535341357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6539861801535341357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/agora.html' title='Agora ía...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rp6ykKaptqI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lKIKvhvYux4/s72-c/harley-davidson.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1240208063741074640</id><published>2007-07-17T14:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T14:24:51.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Suri the Cat and Meia Cara the Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/0hvNNfI_y94' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/0hvNNfI_y94'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O meu video tem mais mensagens que o meu blog!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1240208063741074640?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1240208063741074640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1240208063741074640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1240208063741074640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1240208063741074640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/suri-cat-and-meia-cara-horse.html' title='Suri the Cat and Meia Cara the Horse'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-1987297654617474660</id><published>2007-07-17T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T01:56:23.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'>nervuras</title><content type='html'>Expliquem-me porque me ando a sentir muito burra!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não andam aí todos a falar do Aquecimento Global???&lt;br /&gt;Então porque é que não está CALOR?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: não eu não sou estúpida..apenas me surgiu agora este pensamento e como não tenho escrito e até achei gira esta piada..pronto escrevi...também...:(... ninguém cá vem por isso bem posso estar para aqui a lamuriar-me que niguém vai ler isto mesmo..e nem vou corrigir o erro ortográfico porque não me importo que ele cá esteja..prontos..tenho dito!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps1: já tivemos mais perto de acabar com esta PORRA!! ai já, já!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps2: Foi apenas um ataque de nervos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-1987297654617474660?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1987297654617474660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=1987297654617474660&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1987297654617474660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/1987297654617474660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/nervuras.html' title='nervuras'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-9074767656282879880</id><published>2007-07-08T02:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T02:18:00.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Entrevista a CRISTIANO RONALDO &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no final da entrega dos prémios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;das novas 7 maravilhas do Mundo: &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entrevistadora: Então Cristiano, uma Maravilha de Portugal a apresentar uma Maravilha do Mundo...Como foi? &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cristiano Ronaldo: Foi um momento tranquilo, vivido com grande ansiedade. Acho que as pessoas gostaram, não só da minha a presentação mas de todo o espectáculo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Presunção e água-benta casa um toma a que quer!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;Pôr jogadores da bola a falar...dá nisto!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-9074767656282879880?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/9074767656282879880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=9074767656282879880&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/9074767656282879880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/9074767656282879880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/entrevista-cristiano-ronaldo-no-final.html' title=''/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-3632867111759980384</id><published>2007-07-01T05:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:22.825Z</updated><title type='text'>Muita...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rocq9SqpCVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-EQ-PUDjLgY/s1600-h/tapa-folia.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082077936981969234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rocq9SqpCVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-EQ-PUDjLgY/s400/tapa-folia.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Folia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mistério de uma noite de Pentecostes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Texto: Paulo Borges&lt;br /&gt;Encenação: Rui Mário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Teatro TapaFuros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quinta da Regaleira &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sintra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;de 5 de Julho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;a 8 de Setembro&lt;br /&gt;5ª a Sáb.: 22h * &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dom.: 20h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://tapafuros.blogspot.com/"&gt;+info&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MUITA ...!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estarei convosco... nem que seja apenas o pedacinho de mim que ficou nessa Quinta desde a primeira vez que aí actuei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Que o Grande Espírito do Teatro vos ilumine e que a Magia da Regaleira vos envolva e vos guie pelo o caminho da Boa Fortuna... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Viva o Teatro!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Viva a Folia!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&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/12824671-3632867111759980384?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3632867111759980384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=3632867111759980384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3632867111759980384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/3632867111759980384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/muita.html' title='Muita...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rocq9SqpCVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-EQ-PUDjLgY/s72-c/tapa-folia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4595006037164846600</id><published>2007-07-01T03:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T03:54:29.379+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Constatação Feliz...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Queria pedir perdão ao Cosmos por às vezes me sentir mal... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, depois de ter visto um amigo meu a fazer pela vida como repositor dum supermercado, cheguei à conclusão que tenho uma vida fantástica... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trabalho naquilo que mais me dá prazer, partilho a vida com uma pessoa maravilhosa que faz parte do meu ser, moro num dos lugares mais mágicos, bonitos e únicos no Mundo, posso ter sonhos e fazê-los acontecer, tenho saúde (as gripes não contam)... &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...hmmm...pensando bem, só há uma coisinha que eu gostava de ter e não tenho, a capacidade de mostrar aos outros o quão maravilhosa pode ser a vida se fizermos aquilo que realmente amamos. Eu sei que nem sempre é possível, mas nunca é tarde para tentar outra vez. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu mano querido é uma das pessoas que melhor me conhece, apesar de não saber, e ele uma vez disse assim sobre a minha pessoa: "...és uma das pessoas mais livres que eu conheço..." pus-me a pensar nestas palavras e realmente nunca me tinham defenido tão bem, nem tão pouco tinha eu chegado a esta conclusão. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que o truque ou problema está na minha incapacidade para pensar demasiado no futuro, pelo menos naquele futuro que temos como garantido, a velhice e como viver financeiramente essa velhice e os filhos e mais as prestações e as contas dos remédios para a espondilose e outras &lt;em&gt;oses &lt;/em&gt;que venham a aparecer.... Não consigo! Até pode ser que fique toda entrevadinha &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(que o diabo seja surdo e mudo, truz truz truz)&lt;/span&gt; mas também pode ser que não! Por isso que se lixe!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero que, se alguém ler isto e estiver a viver uma vida miserável, possa tirar alguma ideia mais positiva sobre a vida!! &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ou não...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4595006037164846600?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4595006037164846600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4595006037164846600&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4595006037164846600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4595006037164846600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/07/constatao-feliz.html' title='Constatação Feliz...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-7635003064332510552</id><published>2007-06-10T03:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T03:18:14.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Isto vai de mal a pior</title><content type='html'>não há tempo amigos...&lt;br /&gt;não há tempo para escrever coisas de jeito.. fazer uns copy paste como este aqui em baixo ainda vá que não vá.. mas para mais tá complicado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saio de casa pró teatro, do teatro pró convento do convento prá casa de bonecas .. entre isto ainda vou relendo o memorial do convento..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não há tempo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bom..também não é que ande por ai alguém a dizer que eu não escrevo há muito tempo nem nada, na realidade acho que a entrada aqui pró blog, apesar de ser virtual deve estar cheia de teias de aranhas virtuais também claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu último record de comments foram 8, sim oito... o que é isso?? e foi porque pus aqui uma cena que afinal só eu achava que era giro ... enfim..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acho que defenitivamente não sou uma blogger!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não fico triste!&lt;br /&gt;fico...pensativa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#999999;"&gt;(tenho de deixar de fumar estas merdas!!)&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/12824671-7635003064332510552?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7635003064332510552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7635003064332510552&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7635003064332510552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7635003064332510552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/06/isto-vai-de-mal-pior.html' title='Isto vai de mal a pior'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-7508786921434439331</id><published>2007-06-10T02:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:23.811Z</updated><title type='text'>Tarda mas não falha</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;AINDA HÁ TEMPO PARA VER!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RmtXy0FRRgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cRfE6LouGbU/s1600-h/casa+de+bonecas,+imagem+promocional.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074245935648818690" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RmtXy0FRRgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cRfE6LouGbU/s400/casa%2Bde%2Bbonecas,%2Bimagem%2Bpromocional.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compª Teatro de Sintra&lt;br /&gt;encenação &lt;a href="http://www.chaodeoliva.com/curralvi.htm"&gt;João de Mello Alvim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 Maio a 24 de Junho&lt;br /&gt;quinta a sábado, 21.30h / domingo 16h&lt;br /&gt;casa de teatro de Sintra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RmtXq0FRRdI/AAAAAAAAADw/KRJJ2wd3Cf4/s1600-h/Nora-Helmer.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074245798209865186" style="" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RmtXq0FRReI/AAAAAAAAAD4/8RhT5qgD8iM/s400/foto-guiao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na Casa de bonecas, (1879) Ibsen conta a história de Nora, que desiste da felicidade no lar para conquistar a independência pessoal. Foi sua primeira peça a obter sucesso internacional, mas a atitude da personagem, que abandona marido e filhos, provocou escândalo na época. E hoje, mais de 100 anos depois e noutro contexto, quantas Noras vivem mortas no casamento sem nunca sequer equacionar a sua independência pessoal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RmtXrEFRRfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gJ8LsWG0YRo/s1600-h/Nora-Helmer.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074245802504832498" style="" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RmtXrEFRRfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/gJ8LsWG0YRo/s400/Nora-Helmer.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Helmer e Nora - Pedro cardoso e Cristina Basílio)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ficha do espectáculo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Texto&lt;/strong&gt; Henrik Ibsen  &lt;strong&gt;Tradução&lt;/strong&gt; Liliana Rodrigues  &lt;strong&gt;Versão Final&lt;/strong&gt; Liliana Rodrigues, Manuel Sanches e João de Mello Alvim  &lt;strong&gt;Encenação&lt;/strong&gt; João de Mello Alvim  &lt;strong&gt;Cenografia&lt;/strong&gt; António Casimiro  &lt;strong&gt;Figurinos&lt;/strong&gt; Miguel Sá Fernandes  &lt;strong&gt;Interpretações&lt;/strong&gt; Cristina Basílio, Pedro Cardoso, Nuno Correia Pinto, Sofia Borges, Hugo Amaro, Cláudia Faria e Emília Filipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://www.chaodeoliva.com/cartaz.htm#_ftn1" name="_ftnref1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;Imagem gráfica e Desenho de Luz&lt;/strong&gt; André Rabaça  &lt;strong&gt;Fotografia&lt;/strong&gt; Aurelio Júnior  &lt;strong&gt;Assistência Geral&lt;/strong&gt; Cláudia Faria  &lt;strong&gt;Direcção de Produção&lt;/strong&gt; Nuno Correia Pinto  &lt;strong&gt;Assistente de Produção&lt;/strong&gt; Filipa Menício &lt;strong&gt; Secretária de Produção&lt;/strong&gt; Carina Moreira  &lt;strong&gt;Director Técnico&lt;/strong&gt; André Rabaça  &lt;strong&gt;Técnico de luz e som&lt;/strong&gt; André Rabaça  &lt;strong&gt;Montagem&lt;/strong&gt; Pedro Tomé &lt;strong&gt;  Bilheteira&lt;/strong&gt;  Paula Malhado  &lt;strong&gt;Frente de Sala&lt;/strong&gt;  Sónia Louçada&lt;br /&gt;____________&lt;br /&gt;"Tarantela" tocada pelo Maestro João Paulo Santos&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/12824671-7508786921434439331?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7508786921434439331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7508786921434439331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7508786921434439331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7508786921434439331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/06/tarda-mas-no-falha.html' title='Tarda mas não falha'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RmtXy0FRRgI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cRfE6LouGbU/s72-c/casa%2Bde%2Bbonecas,%2Bimagem%2Bpromocional.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-7989517607145662837</id><published>2007-05-14T09:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T09:18:53.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meme</title><content type='html'>Obrigada &lt;a href="http://horas-perdidas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Luna&lt;/a&gt; por me dares ideias para escrever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respondendo ao teu &lt;a href="http://horas-perdidas.blogspot.com/2007/05/meme.html"&gt;desafio&lt;/a&gt; aqui vão pelo menos dois &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meme"&gt;memes&lt;/a&gt;*, já que não percebi se o meme era referente ao blog ou à nossa vida em geral, por isso:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o primeiro meme, referente ao blog, julgo que possa ser a minha mini agenda de teatro que coloquei na &lt;em&gt;sidebar &lt;/em&gt;, é uma forma de incutir e informar às (poucas mas boas) pessoas que me visitam o desejo de ver teatro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O segundo meme é referente então à minha vida, e à minha persolnalidade. Penso que tenho a tendência de transmitir calma às pessoas, uma calma que nem sempre tenho em mim, mas que tento mostrar aos outros em momentos de sress ou confusão mental!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estive a ler o que é um &lt;a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Meme"&gt;Meme&lt;/a&gt;*, e acho que tenho imensos para além deste, penso que estou sempre a tentar mostrar aos outros como se deveriam comportar, o que até deve ser uma beca chato e pretensioso...mas eu não tenho a culpa de ser perfeita**!! LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto tenho de passar este desafio ao pessoal, como a lunita não me deixou grandes hipoteses deixa cá ver...passo o desafio à &lt;a href="http://missylapin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Miss Lapin&lt;/a&gt;, à &lt;a href="http://aboxinha.blogspot.com/"&gt;Abox&lt;/a&gt;, ao &lt;a href="http://zorbasogato.blogspot.com/"&gt;Zorbas&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.sophiarui.blogspot.com/"&gt;SophiaRui&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://palavrassilenciadas.blogspot.com/"&gt;Patricia Carreiros&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://rota-aerea.blogspot.com/"&gt;rota_aérea&lt;/a&gt;... bem..pelos vistos ainda conheço uma malta por aí!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* clicar em cima da palavra, vai dar à página da wikipédia!! esse grande génio netalógico!! (olha, acho que inventei um neologismo!!)&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;** longe disso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-7989517607145662837?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7989517607145662837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7989517607145662837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7989517607145662837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7989517607145662837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/05/meme.html' title='Meme'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-2215020329906532964</id><published>2007-05-13T21:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:46:18.805+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Grail: A Witch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/L8Lt3HC8ezw' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/L8Lt3HC8ezw'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A minha 2ª cena preferida!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-2215020329906532964?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2215020329906532964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=2215020329906532964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2215020329906532964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/2215020329906532964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/05/holy-grail-witch.html' title='Holy Grail: A Witch!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-5287100404661323633</id><published>2007-05-13T21:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:45:23.144+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/H4_9kDO3q0w' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/H4_9kDO3q0w'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A minha cena preferida de Monty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5287100404661323633?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5287100404661323633/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5287100404661323633&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5287100404661323633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5287100404661323633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/05/are-you-suggesting-coconuts-migrate.html' title='Are you suggesting coconuts migrate?'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4310878224088064489</id><published>2007-05-13T21:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:22:52.380+01:00</updated><title type='text'>every sperm is sacred</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/47P59ha9k9s' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/47P59ha9k9s'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Fabuloso!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4310878224088064489?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4310878224088064489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4310878224088064489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4310878224088064489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/4310878224088064489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/05/every-sperm-is-sacred.html' title='every sperm is sacred'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4510055062008243795</id><published>2007-04-26T18:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T18:01:52.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Serve o presente posta somente para ver se consigo abrir o meu proprio blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obrigada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-4510055062008243795?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4510055062008243795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=4510055062008243795&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Ri_uFgsBRpI/AAAAAAAAADo/8l-CH6FgrAE/s1600-h/mcoriental.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057522685001680530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Ri_uFgsBRpI/AAAAAAAAADo/8l-CH6FgrAE/s400/mcoriental.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; vocês já repararam no anuncio do novo produto da McDollars?! (o erro é propositado!) Chama-se McOriental e tem um Hamburguer de Carne de Vaca. Todo o Anuncio dá a entender que o Sujeito prova a Sande de Hormonas  e é transportado para os belos paises Orientais, o País das Especiarias, para a India... Stop...Rewind... e tem um Hamburguer de Carne de Vaca... stop...forward... a India...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok! Só sou eu?&lt;br /&gt;India &gt;&gt; Vaca &gt;&gt; Sagradas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os gajos estão a gozar com quem?????&lt;br /&gt;Já não há respeito!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-5631767891509534641?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5631767891509534641/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=5631767891509534641&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5631767891509534641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/5631767891509534641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/sou-s-eu-ou.html' title='Sou só eu ou...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Ri_uFgsBRpI/AAAAAAAAADo/8l-CH6FgrAE/s72-c/mcoriental.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-6069134565422578354</id><published>2007-04-20T00:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T01:01:52.908+01:00</updated><title type='text'>resumo de uma jantarada!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Obrigada &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplesmente-tua.blogspot.com"&gt;MissM&lt;/a&gt; e &lt;a href="http://horas-perdidas.blogspot.com"&gt;Luna&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pelo jantar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e principalmente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pela conversa que foi maravilhosa!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ai que bom que é ser Mulher!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;frase da noite: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;eu sei que mando em tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(não posso mencionar nem a fonte, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nem o contexto da conversa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mas garanto que foi dita com imensa convicção!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;lol)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;constatção de final de noite:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;os &lt;em&gt;monhés&lt;/em&gt; à noite multiplicam-se!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;recomendação médica:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;se estiveres de bexiga cheia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não convém dar pulinhos porque &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a coisa pode ficar descaída!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;palavra nova (p'ra mim)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;trêbado&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;escolhas e dúvidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;há quem goste de ir aos mesmos sitios &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;porque encontra as mesmas pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e pessoas que gostam de ir a sitios diferentes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;para conhecer pessoas novas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;quando a escolha é complicada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;o melhor é ficar pelo carro!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-6069134565422578354?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6069134565422578354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=6069134565422578354&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6069134565422578354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/6069134565422578354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/resumo-de-uma-jantarada.html' title='resumo de uma jantarada!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-7043451736317932759</id><published>2007-04-13T01:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:24.864Z</updated><title type='text'>HOJE É</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rh7RLMW4CbI/AAAAAAAAADI/JH8umkQRSjc/s1600-h/13.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052705822182214066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rh7RLMW4CbI/AAAAAAAAADI/JH8umkQRSjc/s200/13.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEXTA FEIRA&lt;/strong&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/12824671-7043451736317932759?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7043451736317932759/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7043451736317932759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7043451736317932759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7043451736317932759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/hoje.html' title='HOJE É'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rh7RLMW4CbI/AAAAAAAAADI/JH8umkQRSjc/s72-c/13.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-8925407019894939718</id><published>2007-04-13T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T01:35:58.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>PARABÉNS CUNHA - FESTA ONLINE OU O MAIOR POST DE SEMPRE ACOMPANHADO COM O TÍTULO MAIS COMPRIDO DA HISTÓRIA DA BLOGOESFERA!!! TOMA QUE JÁ LEVASTE!!!</title><content type='html'>13-04-2007&lt;br /&gt;0:21:23&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;PARABENS!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;brigado&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;mto obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo foi adicionado à conversação.&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;hehehe pessoal&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;vaos todos&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;dar&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;dar o q?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;os parabens&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;PARABENS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ao CUNHITA!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;EU PONHO SOM&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉNS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;YA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;iscojo&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;assim e mto melhor&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;PARABENS A VOCE&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;vês very tamos os dois a dar os parabens&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;posso falar c todos&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;NESTA DATA QUERIDA&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;MTAS FELICIDADES&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;obrigado seus cromos&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;MTS ANOS SEM SIDA!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;HOJE É DIA DE FESTA!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ASSIM TAMOS TODOS A FALAR!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;estamos ca todos&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;CANTAM AS NOSSAS VOZES!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;brutllllllll&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;querem que convide o rato???&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;PARA O MENINHO CUNHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ele ta ai?&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;UMA SALVA DE PALMAS!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ratoli foi adicionado à conversação.&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;a pouco n tava&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;q lindo nem acredito nisto&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;AWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;RATOLI!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;estamos todos aqui no pontao em lockshead&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;ANGELSBEACH&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;agora convidamo-lo---e depois ele vê o que perdeu se não tiver cá!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;e todos no meu quarto tb&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;cromos lindos mto obrigado&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;ta aí o ratoli&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;e tamos todos no quarto do meu rimao&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ves david..estamos a fazer a festa do cunha contigo já!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarita foi adicionado à conversação.&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;Irmao&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;boa!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;boa&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;pera&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;lindo&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;quem tem o som&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;pera&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;heheheh&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;pera&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;os cd´s?&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ganda festa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;parabéns putoooooooooooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;DJ&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;iscojo&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;hehehee&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ond estao os cd´s?&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;DJ&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;boa&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ja ha som&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;JA TAMOS ATRATAR DISSO&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;entao va&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;TODOS CMG&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;esperem pelasd bailarinas&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;QUEM É QUE FAZ UM NECTAR SUPREMO&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;PEREM PEREM&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;VA&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;1&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu quero um golinho disso&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;2&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;3&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;binbush&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;very grava esta conversa por causa do futuro&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;HOJE E DIA DE FESTA......&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:o)&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;TODOS!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;por causa do futuro e mto bom...&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;nesta data querida!!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;uma salva de PPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPAAAAAAAALMASSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ahaahaha&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;hhhhh&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;YA PUTO&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;EHEHEHEHEEHHE&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;OLA&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;muitas feicidades!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;ppl in da net&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;muitas palamas&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;oalmas&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;palamas&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;uma data qwuerida!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;palmas&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;nunca tinha tido uma festa d anos on line&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;gira aí essssa&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;fiu&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;vaa&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;tou a soprar as velas&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;eu represento um agora!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;boa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;fiu&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;bem aqui à frente estão imennnnsas gaivotas bebes&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;(coke)&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer a minha&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;xiiii&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;tao a mamar?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;(fumar&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;tao a fuma-las&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;(dj&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;nesta praia de vez em quando salta um golfinho&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;buaa&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;(cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;q fixe&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;UAU!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;PARRRAAAAABBBÉÉÉÉ´NNNNSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;saltaram pcausa do cunha&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lindo&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;GANDA CROOOMOOOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;misssssssssssssssssss sara entra&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;olha a sarita!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;brigado&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;bem vinda&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;PESSOAAALLLLLLLLL&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;gira essa&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;benvinda à festa&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;granda festa&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;fodasss&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;OLÁÁÁÁÁ&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;(dj&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;isto devia sair o fumo pelas colunas!!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;PODES CRER&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;9=='?'8&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;morr&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;ganda festão k páki anda&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;parabens?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;lalala&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;te taleijassssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;se sobesse tinha vindo mais cedo&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;manamanamana&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;porra... tá a bombar há bue&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;assim as festas tb saem mais baratas&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;davidddddddd&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;tudo em ultra alta&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;tás todo australuiado&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;(ooooo&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah pois é,,,,poupas bue em gasolinas&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;misssssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;tás bueda fixe altamente??&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;como é pá tá tudo&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;gira aí o nectar supremoa&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;yyyyyyyyaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;falta vodka!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;e estar aqui convosco é incrivel&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;hhhhh&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;fodass&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer mais à cozinha que o gonçalo bebeu tudo&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;na praia&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;(metáli&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;boa very&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;falta vodka!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;esta malta&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;entao e o vodka?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;alguem m tras um cachorro?&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;yayayayayayayayayayayaya&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;olha aí a lareira&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;e o churrasco!!!!?????&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;PESSOAL!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;e uma cerveja s tiverem frescas&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;FESTA NO ESTUDIO!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;AHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;boa&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;ya trazes uma please?&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahaaha&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;o cunha...o pessoal não sabe como vai ser o bufet por isso não te desbronques!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;13-04-2007&lt;br /&gt;0:31:32&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;vamos todos p o estudio&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;(ooooo&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;boraaa&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;EU JA SEI&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;eu já sei&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;moooooorrrrrrr&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;ehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;o pessoal vai po estudio agora!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu n disse nada&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;ya diz q passa&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;n fui eu&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;liga ai o pa&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;aaaaa&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;lolol&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;dançãr em cima do teclado?&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;tou a brincar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;a curtir na placas de som!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ya!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;gira ai a placa!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;vou fazer uma (fumar&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;manamanamanamanamanamanamanamanamanamanamana&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;fodass&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;isso n se faz&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;tudo a dançar no estudio&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;eu n tenho&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;nem posso fumar&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;Ó RATOOOOOOOO&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;gira essa&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;se tivesse não fazias!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;recebi uma sms d parabens d alguem q n conhelço&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;tao nao podes fumar pq? david?&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu tou aqui&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;fazia sim&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;não fui&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;eu&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;mas ohhh cunhaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;nem eu&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;BOA PARABENS PUTO&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;pq tou em casa!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;eheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉÉÉÉÉÉNSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;brigado&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;eu tb tou em casa e vou fumar&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;croma&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;assim tb e fixe pq n ha calduços&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;poster plasma mupi&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;mas tu tas na tua&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ooooooooooo rato!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;eu sou homeless&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;varanda helllllllllllllo&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ya!&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;pinguim TOMA LÁ&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;yellow????&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lololololololololololol&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;chiarsssssss&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;bem&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;yellow???&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lindo este momento&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;o rato men&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;cheeeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrsssssss&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;nao entra&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;tas a chamar amarelo a quem?&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;esta maluco&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;ta a dremir!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ta a xonar!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;RATO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;onde e q ta o rato?&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ehhehehe&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;DEVE TAR A LAVAR A LOIÇA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;EHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEH&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;OHHHHHH!!!RRRRaaaaattttttooOOO!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;acorda putooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;se ele tiver as colunas ligadas deve de se estar a passar&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;n ta&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;mocheeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;e a florence?&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;alguem a viu?&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;quem?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;FLORENCE?&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;quem é a florence??&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;hhhhh&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;olha ai outro&lt;br /&gt;Branny foi adicionado à conversação.&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;brantzis??&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;uiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiuiui&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;o brantes????&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;n ta&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;n ta ninguem&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;grande abrantes tava a ver q nao aparecias puto&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;óóóóóó´´oabrantes!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;fdssss&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;olha eu não oiço os toques???&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;ele ta ocupado!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;TEM GENTE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;nã&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;levanta o som&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;nada de toques&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky enviou a piscadela "Destruição de Guitarra"&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ja levantei&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;olha ai&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z enviou a piscadela "Casino Royale - Abertura"&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;ia brutal&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;olha o bastos&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;q a clau é bue n me tokes!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;bassssssssssstooooooos&lt;br /&gt;Bastos foi adicionado à conversação.&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;monputo&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;putoooooooo&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;ehhhh&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;BASTOLISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;yo&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;parabens&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;grande reuniao&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;GIRA ESSA POSTER&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;benvindo à festa de anos do cunha&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;PARABENS&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;cunha&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;é uma festarola master!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;tu é que fazes anos&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;hhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;:o)&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;cunha, tás a dar os parabéns aki???&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;pois sou&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;fdx&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;tunão podes!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;tinha m esquecido&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;é a festa de anos do cunha virtualizado em situação&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheeh&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;tu fazes anos para nós te dar-mos os parabéns!!&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;tás com inveja???&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah pois é&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;hellllo??????&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;Tau&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;pois é ta calado&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;PARABÉEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENS&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo enviou a piscadela "Lots of Laughing"&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;para béééénsssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;béns para&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;parabenz&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu tb quero dar os parabens&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;API BARDEI&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo enviou a piscadela "Bailarina"&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;llll&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;api bardei&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo enviou a piscadela "Bailarina"&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;nã chores&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;medo&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;olha o som&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;DJ&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky enviou a piscadela "Bola Saltitona"&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky enviou a piscadela "Pig"&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;david&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;DAVI???&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;GRANDEAS MALUCOS&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;essa e a danca da australia?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah bom&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;VERY&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo enviou a piscadela "Checking Out the News"&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;tava a ver que tinhas bazado sem dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;mais ou menos&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo enviou a piscadela "I See You"&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;pessoal&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;é assi mas o gajo tinha que estar virado ao contrario&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;so pra voces!!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo enviou a piscadela "In Love"&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;q fixe&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;grande people vou sair aqui para o outro lado com todos no coração&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;cunhovzky&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;curte&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;ve la n tenhas prai um enfarte!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;apareço no sabado la na regueira&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;foi bom falar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;a tas aqui connosco&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;é q o ppl vai abuzar amanha!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;aparece mm&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;e curti bues da festa&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;foi brutal este bocado&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;foi lindo&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais me esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;foi linda&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;amigoes&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;tava com saudades!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;nem eu&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;eu garvei a conversa toda!!!&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;deeeeeeeemmmmmmmmmmm--lhe&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;granda festao&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;ÇO EWNB09W UE TFHNBEA09W 0R5R72P0983BERGQEMEROGKEAºORG UºEARP&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;garvaste?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;mor&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;q fixe!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;sim&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;nao quem pode gravar esta conversação?&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ate ja mister&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;davicos...i love you baby!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;curte ai os golfinhos&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;eu ..ta gravada&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;love you vababe&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;tamos juntosssssssss&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ate já&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;té já&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;sempre&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;ola&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;tamos juntos e somos um&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;e em qq lado do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;ate ja&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;quiça do universo&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L)&lt;br /&gt;força&lt;br /&gt;(L)(8)David(8)(L) abandonou a conversa.&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ate ja mister&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;oh..............&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;va&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;oh!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;tb tenho kir pra cama!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;vou esperar pelo dr house!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;e vou nanar&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;isto foi a festa do lusco fusco&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;e quem é que arruma isto td???&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu arrumo&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;EU TENHO Q BAZAR&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;deixa tar&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;SORRY&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah..ok&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;pois pois&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;sempre a mema cena&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;agoram bazam&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;eu cheguei agora&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ja viste??&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;va eu levo o lixo!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;então ta bem&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;rato salta pro saco!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;fixe&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;despeja as garrafas&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu limpo o chao&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;ahh&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ond e o vidrao?&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;claudia&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;limpa o sofa&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;q eu quero me deitar!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;heeheheh&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;va menino gonçalinho vá lá fazer o óó ZZ&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;de quem e esta manta?&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;é minha!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;é tua????&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;n ves q ta babada!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah ya&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu dobro a e meto a porta&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;leva lá a manta atão&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;mas cuidado como bob&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lololololol&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;e olha as eguas&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;ve la&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ta uma ao pe da garagem&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;cá andam..ainda em dose dupla&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;se elas derem a luz n precisas de acender os farois!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;ligamos la uns dimmers&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;lolololololol&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;olha tou a acabar de fazer a nossa&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;filtro&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;fdx&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;falem baixo k eu tou a dormir!!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;tas sempre&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;olhem ai que a sara ta a querer dormir&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;vai dormir p o carro&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;olha ai!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;alias ate tremes isto tudo&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;olha q a casa vai abaixo&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;va&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;eu vou&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu tb&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;mas volto!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;eu n sei&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;amanha as 8&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;LOL&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;tenho q abrir uma pestana!!&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;bom&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;eu tb vou&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;depois no comboio la abro a outra!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;vá vão lá....&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;(S)&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;bastoli..leva a terrina da lasanha!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;LOl&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;gude naites&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ate ja&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ppl&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;godd vai&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;brigado&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;q eu godddd&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;me deito!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;voçes sao lindos&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;oh...&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;PARABENS PRIMO!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;quer dizer:...&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;durmam bem&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;deixa lá que isto ainda não acabou&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;MONPUTO!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;hum!!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;amanha e depois há muito mais!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;tass bêm&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;aunda agora começou&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;mto mais mm&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;va&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;ve&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;vo&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;vi&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;vi&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;vu&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;vu&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;atao mas agora fumo esta sozinha??&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;vao s la deitar p eu fechar a luz&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;~ganhei&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;claudia&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;tas ai!!&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;tou!&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;eu nao posso fumar&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;so na festa&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;queres um pictionary on line?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;olha manda!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;é bue louco!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;pera&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;(S)&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;boa noite bastos&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;http://www.isketch.net/&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;e bue giro&lt;br /&gt;Bastos&lt;br /&gt;boa noites&lt;br /&gt;Bastos abandonou a conversa.&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;tens em todas as linguas!!&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo&lt;br /&gt;fui&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo enviou a piscadela "In Love"&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;vai lá&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;ate ja&lt;br /&gt;david gonçalo abandonou a conversa.&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;fui&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;vai lá tb&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;tenho d guradar as forças&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ah pois&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;e&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;´parabens puto!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;brigado&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;tem um dia fixe!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;vou tentar&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;llooolll&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;bem pessoal&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;tomaa&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;tb vou nessa&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;tb vais?&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;jinhos&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;ya&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;tou farta de relatar já&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;o gonçalo já foi...mas deve ter iso a pe!! lol&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ainda o apanhas! lolol&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;bjinhoooosssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;Sarita&lt;br /&gt;buééééé&lt;br /&gt;cLáu...zz..z..z&lt;br /&gt;ate amanha linda!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Cunhowsky&lt;br /&gt;fui&lt;br /&gt;13-04-2007&lt;br /&gt;0:52:45&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12824671-8925407019894939718?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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TOMA QUE JÁ LEVASTE!!!'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-7700961329480534609</id><published>2007-04-08T02:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:25.503Z</updated><title type='text'>300 paus se adivinharem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RhhFDiKaXEI/AAAAAAAAACg/alcaZsV8nVs/s1600-h/santoro_xerxes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050862909108411458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RhhFDiKaXEI/AAAAAAAAACg/alcaZsV8nVs/s400/santoro_xerxes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;QUEM É ESTE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050864227663371346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RhhGQSKaXFI/AAAAAAAAACo/vpIxMQ0Sglc/s400/santoro_xerxes-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faz de vilão no filme &lt;strong&gt;300&lt;/strong&gt;. Um filme adaptado a partir da novela gráfica de Frank Miller, Zack Snyder dirige a história da Batalha de Termopilas, que opôs o rei Leónidas e 300 soldados espartanos a Xerxes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(este gajo na foto)&lt;/span&gt; e o seu enorme exército persa. Em desvantagem numérica, os soldados espartanos lutaram até à morte e o seu heroísmo e sacrifício tornaram-se inspiradores para a Grécia que resolve assim enfrentar a Pérsia e lançar as primeiras pedras da democracia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estreou esta semana e pelo o que me disseram vale a pena... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050864721584610402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RhhGtCKaXGI/AAAAAAAAACw/8qRyorZRx2A/s400/300-poster02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rjnet.com.br/teen/imagens/gatodomes/rodrigosantoro/rodrigosantoro1.jpg"&gt;resposta&lt;/a&gt; à pergunta do inicio.. eu sei meninas...é dificil aceitar uma coisa destas!! lol&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/12824671-7700961329480534609?l=wavingwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7700961329480534609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12824671&amp;postID=7700961329480534609&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7700961329480534609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12824671/posts/default/7700961329480534609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wavingwords.blogspot.com/2007/04/300-paus-se-adivinharem.html' title='300 paus se adivinharem...'/><author><name>Nhua</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/SFL73kVPbsI/AAAAAAAAAYs/0F3Dfu9jq7g/S220/feeling-blue.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/RhhFDiKaXEI/AAAAAAAAACg/alcaZsV8nVs/s72-c/santoro_xerxes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12824671.post-4993241417985039399</id><published>2007-04-07T20:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T17:56:26.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspirações...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VUupyHlRoM/Rhf3YCKaXCI/AAAAAAAAACQ/FEh2ukWhxPk/s1600-h/green_ass.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050777499388763170" style="DISPLAY: block; 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