<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:05:01.390Z</updated><category term='Sentimentos'/><category term='Viagens'/><category term='Coimbra'/><category term='Partida...'/><category term='Doação'/><category term='Noite de Verão'/><category term='Avisos'/><category term='Superar'/><category term='Marit Larsen'/><title type='text'>Cliques &amp; Histórias</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-4862518051895662954</id><published>2010-08-21T15:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:01:05.986+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noite de Verão'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/TG_nsRff2VI/AAAAAAAAC8I/qqKxJevAyMQ/s1600/IMG_1324-1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/TG_nsRff2VI/AAAAAAAAC8I/qqKxJevAyMQ/s400/IMG_1324-1.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;De férias. Em preparação para acampamento de miúdos e graúdos. Saídas para reuniões, saídas ao cinema, à praia. Férias. Descansar, com alguma azafama aqui e ali. Com algumas fotografias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;E eis uma delas, numa noite de Verão agradável, ao som de histórias, cantorias e melodias. Um noite de Verão, em boas companhias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Até a um próximo clique. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Clique na Redonda - Águeda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;| 2010&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/2531154419420069617-4862518051895662954?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4862518051895662954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-ferias.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/4862518051895662954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/4862518051895662954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/08/de-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/TG_nsRff2VI/AAAAAAAAC8I/qqKxJevAyMQ/s72-c/IMG_1324-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-2940814590487184497</id><published>2010-06-17T22:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T22:42:04.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Escrever&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Pôr ou dizer por escrito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #999999; font-size: 9px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Encher de letras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Compor, redigir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Representar o pensamento por meio de caracteres.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Neste momento é o que ando a tentar fazer, Escrever! Não parece coisa muito complicada pelo seu significado, mas às vezes é complicado escrever e colocar em caracteres todos os pensamentos que ocorrem durante o dia.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;E dizer por outras palavras o que parece que já está bem escrito por outrem, mas se copiamos dizem que é plágio, por isso há que tentar encher de novas palavras um documento final de alguns mesitos de trabalho...e depois quem sabe umas férias!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Até lá, faço como esta piquena, ando para aí em expressões e frases e palavras enroladas umas nas outras que às vezes dá para rir e descontrair!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;Ps.: Ultimas semanas de escrita de relatório! Wish me luck! xD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="500"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AEmDiCR8Mv4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AEmDiCR8Mv4&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="500" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span ondblclick="javascript:DefinePalavra(getSel());" style="cursor: pointer;" title="Duplo clique para ver definição"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-2940814590487184497?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2940814590487184497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/06/escrever.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/2940814590487184497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/2940814590487184497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/06/escrever.html' title='Escrever!'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-2349074051423854868</id><published>2010-06-03T17:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T23:01:39.535+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/TAfVisFx6xI/AAAAAAAACtU/WfxNIvSXLEc/s1600/Porto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/TAfVisFx6xI/AAAAAAAACtU/WfxNIvSXLEc/s400/Porto.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;" Pequenos e grandes momentos vividos nos últimos tempos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pode-se enumerar vários motivos para tal denominação destes momentos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um misto de alegria, entusiasmo, nervosismo, empenho, correria, cansaço, trabalho, imaginação, desafios, companheirismo da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;família, do menino, dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;amigos, dos colegas de trabalho e tantas outras coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estas não as consigo fotografar num simples clique e guardar as&amp;nbsp; imagens, apenas as guardo em sítios onde « o essencial é invisível aos olhos»."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/TAfY4Gr0OSI/AAAAAAAACtc/DaktBELKppg/s400/IMG_7970.JPG" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os desafios continuam, e o maior deles todos aproxima-se do fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; aumenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; o nervosismo , o stress, a preocupação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas estou prestes a saltar a janela e a terminar uma aventura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E quem sabe a começar uma outra, com novos desafios e um novo rumo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para lá chegar, tenho de saltar esta janela e procurar a luz de um novo dia, de uma nova viagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;e terminar esta como "missão cumprida".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZLcBLmph3Q&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dZLcBLmph3Q&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-2349074051423854868?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2349074051423854868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/2349074051423854868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/2349074051423854868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/06/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/TAfVisFx6xI/AAAAAAAACtU/WfxNIvSXLEc/s72-c/Porto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-4420403518959832344</id><published>2010-03-11T23:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:26:19.343Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Avisos'/><title type='text'>| Tertulia: "Aveiro - Temas e Problemas" |</title><content type='html'>O Grupo de Jovens organiza um espaço de diálogo e discussão subordinado ao tema "&lt;strong&gt;Aveiro: Temas e Problemas&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decorrerá no dia &lt;strong&gt;13 de Março&lt;/strong&gt;, às &lt;strong&gt;21h30&lt;/strong&gt;, no &lt;strong&gt;Centro Paroquial de Esgueira &lt;/strong&gt;(nas proximidades da igreja de Esgueira).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contará com a presença do &lt;strong&gt;Dr. Élio Maia, Pe. João Alves, Dra. Dora&lt;/strong&gt;, entre outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haverá ainda espaço para a actuação do &lt;strong&gt;Coro do Hospital Infante D. Pedro&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estás convidado a participar e a trazer novas ideias para esta tertúlia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-4420403518959832344?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4420403518959832344/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/03/tertulia-aveiro-temas-e-problemas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/4420403518959832344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/4420403518959832344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/03/tertulia-aveiro-temas-e-problemas.html' title='| Tertulia: &quot;Aveiro - Temas e Problemas&quot; |'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-7483535238897466975</id><published>2010-01-26T00:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:36:43.059Z</updated><title type='text'>With or Without you</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MNryD-Ndsps&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MNryD-Ndsps&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Aqueles que passam por nós não vão sós. Deixam um pouco de si...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ...Levam um pouco de nós! " &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antoine de Saint Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ps.: Ideias bonitas para visitar e&amp;nbsp;que florescem com &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://beijos-de-algodao.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Beijos de Algodão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-7483535238897466975?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7483535238897466975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-or-without-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/7483535238897466975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/7483535238897466975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2010/01/with-or-without-you.html' title='With or Without you'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-5996412651795547798</id><published>2009-12-27T23:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:56:04.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Natal e um Ano 2010 cheio de riscos (e rabiscos)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;« É preciso correr riscos, dizia ele. Só percebemos realmente o milagre da vida quando deixamos que o inesperado aconteça. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deus dá-nos todos os dias- junto com o sol- um momento em que é possível mudar tudo o que nos deixa infelizes. Todos os dias procuramos fingir que não nos apercebemos desse momento, que ele não existe, que hoje é igual a ontem e será igual ao amanhã. Mas, quem presta atenção ao seu dia, descobre o instante mágico. Ele pode estar escondido na altura em que enfiamos a chave na porta, pela manhã, no instante de silêncio logo após o jantar, nas mil e uma coisas que nos parecem iguais. Mas esse momento existe- um momento onde toda a força das estrelas passa por nós, e que nos permite fazer milagres. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ás vezes, a felicidade é uma bênção- mas geralmente é uma conquista. O instante mágico do dia ajuda-nos a mudar, faz-nos ir em busca dos nossos sonhos. Vamos sofrer, vamos ter momentos difíceis, vamos enfrentar muitas desilusões. Mas tudo isso é passageiro e não deixa marcas. E, no futuro, poderemos olhar para trás com orgulho e fé. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas pobre de quem teve medo de correr riscos. Porque esse talvez não se decepcione nunca, nem tenha desilusões, nem sofra como aqueles que têm um sonho a seguir. Mas quando olhar para trás- porque olhamos sempre para trás- vai ouvir o seu coração a dizer: "o que fizeste com os milagres que Deus semeou nos teus dias? O que fizeste com os talentos que o teu Mestre te confiou? Enterraste-os bem fundo numa cova, porque tinhas medo de perdê-los. Então, esta é a tua herança: a certeza de que desperdiçaste a tua vida." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pobre daquele que escuta estas palavras. Porque então acreditará em milagres, mas os instantes mágicos da vida já terão passado.»&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Paulo Coelho, in "Na margem do Rio Piedra eu sentei e chorei"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SzfnHLWqcQI/AAAAAAAACOc/G1Lj5rSO9uw/s1600-h/Forma%C3%A7%C3%A3o+%26+Missa+N%C3%BAcleos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SzfnHLWqcQI/AAAAAAAACOc/G1Lj5rSO9uw/s400/Forma%C3%A7%C3%A3o+%26+Missa+N%C3%BAcleos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem sabe, este será o último post de 2009, em 2010, mais virão, com novas fotografias, novas histórias, novas partilhas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Obrigada a todos os que por aqui vão passando, aos quais desejo um Feliz Natal, que tenho sido cheiinho de doces, conversas, calor, muitas gargalhadas, harmonia e muita ternura familiar. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que o ano de 2010, seja um ano para correr riscos e perceber qual o instante mágico de cada dia, e a oportunidade que nos é dada para mudarmos qualquer coisa e sermos ainda mais felizes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SzfoVSrMJyI/AAAAAAAACOk/WRAWrVp4Unw/s1600-h/tatty+teddy.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SzfoVSrMJyI/AAAAAAAACOk/WRAWrVp4Unw/s200/tatty+teddy.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Até lá, umas boas saídas, e umas entradas bem boas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;...até para o &lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;ano! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Happy New Year! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-5996412651795547798?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5996412651795547798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal-e-um-ano-2010-cheio-de.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/5996412651795547798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/5996412651795547798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/feliz-natal-e-um-ano-2010-cheio-de.html' title='Feliz Natal e um Ano 2010 cheio de riscos (e rabiscos)'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SzfnHLWqcQI/AAAAAAAACOc/G1Lj5rSO9uw/s72-c/Forma%C3%A7%C3%A3o+%26+Missa+N%C3%BAcleos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-5662913600679449891</id><published>2009-12-27T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T23:43:03.143Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio da Narizinho ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O desafio foi lançado pela &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://mundodanarizinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Narizinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt; e eu aceitei. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cada bloguista participante tem de enunciar 5 manias suas, hábitos muito pessoais que os diferenciem do comum dos mortais. E além de dar ao público conhecimento dessas particularidades, tem de escolher 5 outros bloguistas para entrarem, igualmente, no jogo, não se esquecendo de deixar nos respectivos blogues aviso do "recrutamento". Cada participante deve reproduzir este "regulamento" no seu blogue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;1. Cheirar Livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Sejam novos, sejam velhos, sejam pequenos ou grandes, sejam coloridos ou a preto e branco, é impossível resistir-lhes. Sempre que tenho um na mão, de imediato, ou de forma mais discreta para que não me apanhem em flagrante, eu cheiro os livros. Porque? Porque uns cheiram bem, a novo e outros a velho e é bom sentir estes diferentes cheiros. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;2. Comer vegetais crus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cenoura, couve, ervilhas, nabo &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(e outros que agora não me ocorrem),&lt;/span&gt; tenho uma tendência para os ir "roubar" quando a minha mãe &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(ou outra pessoa)&lt;/span&gt; os está a arranjar para cozinhar.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;3. Onomatopeias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;É quase impossível eu falar sem que recorra a elas, pois quando não se sabe bem como explicar certas e determinadas coisas, uma onomatopeia ou outra dão jeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;4. Ler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Adoro ler, não que isto seja muito diferente das outras pessoas, mas de facto, quanto mais penso neste desafio dou por mim a concluir que adoro ler, &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(ainda que ande um pouco ausente das minhas leituras de lazer, mas que penso retomar assim que puder)&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp; mas é um facto. Gosto muito de ler, mesmo que por vezes seja durante uma ida à nossa melhor amiga,que está lá naquelas alturas cujas necessidades fisiológicas são mais fortes que nós e não temos outro remédio se não ir ter com ela. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;5. Email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;É raro o dia que passe sem o consultar, agora até já passei a usar o telemovel nas viagens de comboio entre Porto e Aveiro, para consultar o email &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(só mesmo em casos muito&amp;nbsp;importantes ;) ).&lt;/span&gt; É os emails dos amigos, da universidade, da catequese, do NI (nucleo informativo - &lt;a href="http://sites.google.com/site/ja/"&gt;JA&lt;/a&gt;), no grupo de jovens, de...tantas coisas mais! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E para além de consultar o email, acaba-se por conversar nos chats do gmail, que dão muito jeito também. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Agora, cabe-me a tarefa de passar este desafio a: menina &lt;a href="http://careful--confessions.blogspot.com/"&gt;Carlita&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;menina &lt;a href="http://serraesilva.blogspot.com/"&gt;Serra e Silva&lt;/a&gt;, menina &lt;a href="http://cores-do-mundo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ondina&lt;/a&gt;, menina &lt;a href="http://oabrigodasara.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;à menina &lt;a href="http://sentiraspalavras.blogspot.com/"&gt;Cathy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;;)&amp;nbsp; Beijinho! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-5662913600679449891?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5662913600679449891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/desafio-da-narizinho.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/5662913600679449891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/5662913600679449891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/desafio-da-narizinho.html' title='Desafio da Narizinho ;)'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-4615107269075137049</id><published>2009-12-08T19:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T19:01:46.842Z</updated><title type='text'>Sabedoria Canina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sx6fsH_2sRI/AAAAAAAACOE/qH711tFtNOA/s1600-h/IMG_5241.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sx6fsH_2sRI/AAAAAAAACOE/qH711tFtNOA/s320/IMG_5241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Já te imaginas-te a agir como eu? Tenta! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;1. Nunca deixes passar a oportunidade de sair para um passeio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;2. Experimenta a sensação do ar fresco e do vento no teu rosto por puro prazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;3. Quando alguém de quem gostas muito se aproxima, corre para saudá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;4. Quando houver necessidade, pratica a obediência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;5. Deixa os outros saberem quando invadirem o t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;eu território.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;6. Sempre que puderes, tire uma soneca e espreguiça-te antes de te&amp;nbsp;levantares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;7. Corre, pula e brinqua diariamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;8. Come com gosto e entusiasmo, mas para quando estiveres satisfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;9. Sê sempre leal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;10. Nunca pretendas ser algo que não és.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;11. Se o que desejas estiver enterrado, cava até encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;12. Quando alguém estiver a passar por um mau momento, fica em silêncio, senta-te&amp;nbsp;ao lado&amp;nbsp;e gentilmente tenta agradar essa pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;13. Evita morder quando um simples rosnado pode resolver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;14. Nos dias mornos, deita-te de costas sobre a relva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;15. Nos dias quentes, bebe muita água e descansa debaixo de uma árvore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;16. Quando estiveres feliz, dança e balança todo o teu corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;17. Não importa&amp;nbsp;as vezes que sejas censurado, não assumas as culpas&amp;nbsp;dos outros e não fiques amuado...corre para junto dos teus amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;18. Alegra-te com o simples prazer de uma caminhada. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/2531154419420069617-4615107269075137049?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4615107269075137049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/sabedoria-canina.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/4615107269075137049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/4615107269075137049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/12/sabedoria-canina.html' title='Sabedoria Canina'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sx6fsH_2sRI/AAAAAAAACOE/qH711tFtNOA/s72-c/IMG_5241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-6240152212309615194</id><published>2009-11-19T00:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T00:51:37.715Z</updated><title type='text'>Corre, Pula e Avança...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SwSUd3UBIfI/AAAAAAAACNc/96hk-6F2Jtw/s1600/IMG_3502.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SwSUd3UBIfI/AAAAAAAACNc/96hk-6F2Jtw/s320/IMG_3502.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 12px 10px 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Barreiro 08 - Acampamento Verão)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 12px 10px 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Vem sentar-te comigo    Lídia, à beira do rio. &lt;br /&gt;Sossegadamente fitemos o seu curso e aprendamos &lt;br /&gt;Que a vida passa, e não estamos de mãos enlaçadas. &lt;br /&gt;(Enlacemos as mãos.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 12px 10px 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Depois pensemos, crianças    adultas, que a vida &lt;br /&gt;Passa e não fica, nada deixa e nunca regressa, &lt;br /&gt;Vai para um mar muito longe, para ao pé do Fado, &lt;br /&gt;Mais longe que os deuses. (...)"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; line-height: 150%; margin: 12px 10px 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Fernando Pessoa - Ricardo Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #999999; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SwSUbu9vzuI/AAAAAAAACNU/IKX94SXFoKc/s1600/IMG_1037.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SwSUbu9vzuI/AAAAAAAACNU/IKX94SXFoKc/s320/IMG_1037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; line-height: 150%; margin: 12px 10px 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Berlenga 08)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #999999; line-height: 150%; margin: 12px 10px 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Muito Obrigada a que se lembrou e tornou a sexta e sábado especiais e bem bons. ;)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin: 12px 10px 6px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: grey; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRFhuKWLDeM&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WRFhuKWLDeM&amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/2531154419420069617-6240152212309615194?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6240152212309615194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/corre-pula-e-avanca.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/6240152212309615194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/6240152212309615194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/corre-pula-e-avanca.html' title='Corre, Pula e Avança...'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SwSUd3UBIfI/AAAAAAAACNc/96hk-6F2Jtw/s72-c/IMG_3502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-180292824565844301</id><published>2009-11-06T22:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:51:13.822Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Doação'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Um Ponto de Luz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SvSk-gbKPMI/AAAAAAAACNE/_hFeckey69g/s1600-h/IMG_6930.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SvSk-gbKPMI/AAAAAAAACNE/_hFeckey69g/s320/IMG_6930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"O verdadeiro amor nunca se desgasta. Quanto mais se dá, mais se tem." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SvSlVkqq_HI/AAAAAAAACNM/7TWb9fLNdrI/s1600-h/IMG_6250.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SvSlVkqq_HI/AAAAAAAACNM/7TWb9fLNdrI/s320/IMG_6250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Sejamos                        como a vela, que consome a sua própria substância                        para dar luz e calor aos que a cercam." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Elizabeth                        Leseur)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Ps.: I have faith in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ccs7QyVmQL0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ccs7QyVmQL0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-180292824565844301?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/180292824565844301/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-ponto-de-luz-o-verdadeiro-amor-nunca.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/180292824565844301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/180292824565844301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-ponto-de-luz-o-verdadeiro-amor-nunca.html' title=''/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SvSk-gbKPMI/AAAAAAAACNE/_hFeckey69g/s72-c/IMG_6930.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-4563251788122459555</id><published>2009-10-11T14:10:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T14:17:20.221+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superar'/><title type='text'>Superar obstáculos e desafios!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YE4EVhFSRAo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YE4EVhFSRAo&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Porque, onde estiverem dois ou três reunidos em meu nome,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu estou no meio deles" &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Mt 18, 19-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Partilha de expectativas, projectos e motivações para mais um ano que agora arranca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;10 - Out - 2009 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;GJE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/2531154419420069617-4563251788122459555?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/4563251788122459555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/superar-obstaculos-e-desafios.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/4563251788122459555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/4563251788122459555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/superar-obstaculos-e-desafios.html' title='Superar obstáculos e desafios!'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-2833519081497883241</id><published>2009-10-04T21:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T21:52:19.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amiguinhoooaaaaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDP8VyvtUWM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/MDP8VyvtUWM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Tornas-te eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SskGbEpScsI/AAAAAAAACMc/QRH658RAMEU/s1600-h/mais+antigas5.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SskGbEpScsI/AAAAAAAACMc/QRH658RAMEU/s320/mais+antigas5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Segunda parte de cliques para amigos,há que tirar mais uns cliques)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;"Cada um que passa na nossa vida passa sozinho, pois cada pessoa é única e nenhuma substitui outra. Cada um que passa na nossa vida passa sozinho, mas não vai só, nem nos deixa sós. Leva um pouco de nós mesmos, deixa um pouco de si mesmo. Há os que levam muito; mas não há os que não levam nada. Há os que deixam muito; mas não há os que não deixam nada. Esta é a maior responsabilidade da nossa vida e a prova evidente de que duas almas não se encontram por acaso."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Antoine De Saint-Exupéry)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuxS-9t3tnY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NuxS-9t3tnY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/2531154419420069617-2833519081497883241?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2833519081497883241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/amiguinhoooaaaaa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/2833519081497883241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/2833519081497883241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/10/amiguinhoooaaaaa.html' title='Amiguinhoooaaaaa!'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SskGbEpScsI/AAAAAAAACMc/QRH658RAMEU/s72-c/mais+antigas5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-2970288117986362067</id><published>2009-09-30T17:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:20:11.231+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Hum . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;...que bom&amp;nbsp;é saltar com sacos entrelaçados em nós, que bom é pular em pocinhas de água sem nos preocuparmos com o quanto puderemos ficar molhados, que bom é tocar à campainha e fugir para não se ser apanhado, que bom é jogar às escondidas, que bom é jogar ao faz-de-conta e ter os mais crescidos a alinhar connosco, que bom é sorrir e pintar de tons coloridos o nosso pequeno mundo e o dos mais crescidos, que bom é desenhar rabiscos que por certo são pessoas e casas e carros e princesas, e que aos mais crescidos serão apenas uns quantos riscos que se parecem com o que nós crianças desejámos desenhar...porque enquanto crianças, ensinamos muito aos mais crescidos, relembrá-mo-los o quanto é importante saber aproveitar um dia, a fazer o que mais se gosta."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SsN8tHJbaXI/AAAAAAAACME/AHgpvWOxJ9U/s1600-h/IMG_6466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SsN8tHJbaXI/AAAAAAAACME/AHgpvWOxJ9U/s320/IMG_6466.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(a minha princesa João)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Nós também somos capazes de fazer ver que velhos são os trapos, e que somos bem capazes de fazer traquinices ou alinhar nos desafios que os mais pequenos nos lançam, porque apesar de toda uma vida recheada, é sempre com um toque de nostalgia que ao olharmos para esses pequenos seres que nos enchem de alegria, nos recordamos da nossa infãncia e de como era bom chapinar e brincar ao faz-de-conta, por isso lhes dizemos para aproveitarem a Vida e lhes ajudamos com os seus sonhos, porque um dia, também&amp;nbsp;nos ajudaram a sonhar mais alto, e hoje sou capaz de dizer que apesar de tudo, sou feliz, e que sorri-o pelo que tenho e sou..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SsN9F7lIFII/AAAAAAAACMU/BuByrFecbbQ/s1600-h/Sta+Maria+Madalena+091.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SsN9F7lIFII/AAAAAAAACMU/BuByrFecbbQ/s320/Sta+Maria+Madalena+091.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(a minha querida avó ;) )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Marley ensinou-me a viver cada dia como uma exuberancia e alegria ilimitadas, a aproveitar o momento e a seguir o coracao. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ensinou-me a apreciar coisas simples-um passeio na floresta, um nevao fresco, uma sesta numa restia de Sol numa tarde de Inverno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E quando comecou a ficar velho e doente, ensinou-me a ser optimista em face das adversidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Essencialmente, ensinou-me a importancia da Amizade e abnegacao e, acima de tudo, da lealdade absoluta." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Marley &amp;amp; Eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SsN86qhRl2I/AAAAAAAACMM/rq7FxU0Xwy8/s1600-h/Dia+da+Comunidade+-+Taboeira+09.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SsN86qhRl2I/AAAAAAAACMM/rq7FxU0Xwy8/s320/Dia+da+Comunidade+-+Taboeira+09.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(coisas boas da vida - partilha de experiências no serviço para e com os outros)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(Pequenas coisas que vão passando, enquanto se houve e vê...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAYb8ZyjzD0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JAYb8ZyjzD0&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-2970288117986362067?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/2970288117986362067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensamentos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/2970288117986362067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/2970288117986362067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos. . .'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SsN8tHJbaXI/AAAAAAAACME/AHgpvWOxJ9U/s72-c/IMG_6466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-3700636663594786676</id><published>2009-09-19T11:13:00.015+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T16:51:04.451+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viagens'/><title type='text'>Regresso(s) e muitas coisas novas. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 78%;"&gt;É Bom estar de volta, mas também foi muito bom experimentar um conjunto diversificado de coisas novas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;Desde a experiência de vivência pessoal e comunitária em&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Taizé&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 78%;"&gt;onde se aprende a importância de coisas simples e que nos preenchem enquanto seres humanos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Respeito mútuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Paz. Tranquilidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Encontro pessoal, comunitário e com Deus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tempo para parar, escutar e permanecer em silêncio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedaços de taizé que partilho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...o grupo Taizé 09 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...a turista na vila de Taize&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...o meu grupo de trabalho: daniel, eva e slaveck (checos), Miyoung(coreana), kerstin(alemã), fernando(espanhol), alessandro(italiano) sonia e catarina(portuguesas) ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...taizé e os seus sinos e ambiente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SrZOxZIE5tI/AAAAAAAACKU/qgZwlKhhl1M/s1600-h/Taiz%C3%A9+09_MEU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SrZOxZIE5tI/AAAAAAAACKU/qgZwlKhhl1M/s320/Taiz%C3%A9+09_MEU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A todos os que participaram nesta magnifíca viagem , obrigada pelas partilhas, pelo esforço de me aturarem (especialmente à amiga de quarto) e pelo Sorriso! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;À uma outra viagem completamente diferente e muito aliciante...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;...&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Londres&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E que outros tantos pedaços a partilhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...indíviduo(s), pessoa(s) e multidão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...autocarros (tipo harry potter), táxis (saídos de filmes), bicicletas(importadas do japão/china)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...mimos de pessoas famosas (Jack Sparrow e Michael Jackson), de animais (iguana e gato) e de tantas outras coisas mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...recantos do metro e estradas com músicos que não chegaram às luzes da ribalta, mas tem talento que baste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...passeios divertidos e com muito sol à mistura&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...monumentos bem conservados e com uma aura de história a circundá-los&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...comida em tudo quanto é canto, à escolha dos apetites de cada um, e um almoço de duas horas e meia à conversa, com flores a crescer no copo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...continental breakfast or american breakfast? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...viagens a pé e de metro recomendáveis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...um musical (Sister act) muito arrepiante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...London Eye, Oxford street, Paladium, Trafalgar Square, Big Ben, Piccadilly Circus, Covent garden e muito mais... =) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SrZPDtBfUdI/AAAAAAAACKc/sXAVXnI6TGE/s1600-h/Londres.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SrZPDtBfUdI/AAAAAAAACKc/sXAVXnI6TGE/s320/Londres.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;Obrigada Por Londres! Experiência a repetirr! ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; font-size: 78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E agora, novo ano lectivo, toca a dar ao dedo que as férias, essas já lá vão! =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;"We can do anything"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bseBxapTQ7Q&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bseBxapTQ7Q&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&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/2531154419420069617-3700636663594786676?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3700636663594786676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/regressos-e-muitas-coisas-novas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/3700636663594786676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/3700636663594786676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/09/regressos-e-muitas-coisas-novas.html' title='Regresso(s) e muitas coisas novas. . .'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SrZOxZIE5tI/AAAAAAAACKU/qgZwlKhhl1M/s72-c/Taiz%C3%A9+09_MEU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-6356189430784624417</id><published>2009-08-21T10:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:08:22.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;De Partida . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372473497697435458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/So7cLnt0v0I/AAAAAAAABvo/916TMlFeuAU/s320/Encerramento+da+Catequese+09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A Vida é um barco&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde pessoas fazem viagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encontram outros viajantes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Formulam projectos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Idealizam os mesmos objectivos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E procuram . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se cada dia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fosse a brisa que importasse &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fosse o ideal que alimentasse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando se consegue sorrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Procura-se mais . . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já Não queremos sorrir sozinhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Queremos uma tripulação animada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A velocidade da viagem &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começa a ganhar importância&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Onde vou, começa a ser fundamental&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo a saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quase intuitivamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aonde não quero ir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Começo a sentir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o que importa mesmo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Está dentro de mim . . . &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;. . . e de nada serve sem os outros"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Um professor em tempos escreveu-me. . . )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372476032377859906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/So7efKIur0I/AAAAAAAABvw/yPhEFGy5hk8/s320/Blog_Olhares1.JPG" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Vou partir, retirar-me e procurar aproveitar estes 10 dias. Até um dia destes ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rumo a Taize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uf1tbK4HAFw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uf1tbK4HAFw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-6356189430784624417?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6356189430784624417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-partida.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/6356189430784624417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/6356189430784624417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/08/de-partida.html' title=''/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/So7cLnt0v0I/AAAAAAAABvo/916TMlFeuAU/s72-c/Encerramento+da+Catequese+09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-542111147500701724</id><published>2009-07-28T22:50:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T16:15:47.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Tanto ou Quanto Atarantado (a)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Estes dias, digam-se, férias, às vezes deixam uma pessoa um tanto ou quanto a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tarantada sem saber o que fazer com tanto que as férias permitem fazer. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-P5M0P1rILM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-P5M0P1rILM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Se formos a espreitar bem, para ver as possibilidades/sugestões que se nos aparecem...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;É que em tempo de férias, o mesmo é dizer que se tem tempo para fazer viagens, para longe e para perto, de mini, carocha ou até de bicicleta, e para quem goste de companhia, pode sempre pedir "boleia" ao Armando (é um rapazito altamente que nos dá boleia a tudo quanto é sitio e paisagem bonita de se ver :] )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sm98G8d5HUI/AAAAAAAABso/2GcPLGRdBj4/s1600-h/mais+antigas5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363642139974114626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sm98G8d5HUI/AAAAAAAABso/2GcPLGRdBj4/s320/mais+antigas5.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;E depois, temos os dias de Sol que convidam à praia, aos óculos de sol, a um café, a uma saída, à boa disposição, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;às gargalhadas, às brincadeiras,ao descanso. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;e também, à energia electrizante ou, o oposto, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;à síndrome da preguicite aguda (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;que dá a miúdos e graúdos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sm-H9DEqozI/AAAAAAAABs4/4BxnsYeiaHU/s1600-h/Sta+Maria+Madalena+09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363655164088197938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sm-H9DEqozI/AAAAAAAABs4/4BxnsYeiaHU/s320/Sta+Maria+Madalena+09-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Por isto, e muito mais, as férias por vezes deixam-nos um tanto ou quanto ataran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tados, pois duma assentada só, temos tempo para muita coisa, para apreciar e sentar-mo-nos ao final do dia, e pensar que amanhã será outro dia com tanto para ver, experimentar e contar. . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;object style="FONT-STYLE: italic" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/-jWOuIs5X6w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/-jWOuIs5X6w&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps.: Para quem já teve férias e agora trabalha, muita energia electrizante para o trabalho diário, para quem está de férias, façam como a Efémera, para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;quem ainda as férias estão para chegar, um pouco de tranquilidade que não tarde estarão aí. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;"Depois pensemos, crianças adultas, que a vida&lt;br /&gt;Passa e não fica, nada deixa e nunca regressa,&lt;br /&gt;Vai para um mar muito longe, para o pé do Fado,&lt;br /&gt;Mais longe que os deuses.&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ricardo Reis &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-542111147500701724?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/542111147500701724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-tanto-ou-quanto-atarantado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/542111147500701724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/542111147500701724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-tanto-ou-quanto-atarantado.html' title='Um Tanto ou Quanto Atarantado (a)'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sm98G8d5HUI/AAAAAAAABso/2GcPLGRdBj4/s72-c/mais+antigas5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-7423499571630751716</id><published>2009-06-01T16:12:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T21:06:59.397+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don´t Know Me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sk0TNxiqzXI/AAAAAAAABho/OpRsJ8XwVug/s1600-h/IMG_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353956659371363698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sk0TNxiqzXI/AAAAAAAABho/OpRsJ8XwVug/s320/IMG_4645.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;" I wanna ask you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you ever sit and wonder, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's so strange &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That we could be together for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So long, and never know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;never care &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What goes on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;in the other one's head? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Things I've felt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I've never said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You said things&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I never said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I'll say something &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that I should have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;said long ago: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You don't know me) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You don't know me) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know me at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(at all) "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R07B3NbwIcg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R07B3NbwIcg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ps.: "De pequenino se torce o pepino." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Feliz Dia Mundial da Criança =)&lt;/span&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/2531154419420069617-7423499571630751716?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/7423499571630751716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-dont-know-me_01.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/7423499571630751716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/7423499571630751716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/06/you-dont-know-me_01.html' title='You Don´t Know Me...'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Sk0TNxiqzXI/AAAAAAAABho/OpRsJ8XwVug/s72-c/IMG_4645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-819327905618595979</id><published>2009-05-21T00:01:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T00:13:06.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bom.  Presente. Sensação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Zl9puhwiyw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3Zl9puhwiyw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ShSMdPeeTBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Kq2LxxhzQU8/s1600-h/F%C3%A9rias+a+Dois3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338045892339321874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ShSMdPeeTBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Kq2LxxhzQU8/s320/F%C3%A9rias+a+Dois3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Por recantos de Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ShSNQkI8EbI/AAAAAAAAA2o/WdQ3XuaIoqU/s1600-h/Colagens1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338046774059471282" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ShSNQkI8EbI/AAAAAAAAA2o/WdQ3XuaIoqU/s320/Colagens1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada como um sorrisão destes para animar o dia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ShSNU3ncd4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/81Zf2mK70HU/s1600-h/2+ETAPA_WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338046848007174018" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ShSNU3ncd4I/AAAAAAAAA2w/81Zf2mK70HU/s320/2+ETAPA_WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Let´s try to have a good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAjFnJuk1Aw&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAjFnJuk1Aw&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-819327905618595979?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/819327905618595979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/05/bom-presente-sensacao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/819327905618595979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/819327905618595979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/05/bom-presente-sensacao.html' title='Bom.  Presente. Sensação.'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ShSMdPeeTBI/AAAAAAAAA2g/Kq2LxxhzQU8/s72-c/F%C3%A9rias+a+Dois3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-8367389487897641089</id><published>2009-04-17T00:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T01:47:14.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento | Contraste | Imaginação</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SefIG_OmpvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4vUeizIS99k/s1600-h/mais+antigas3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325445106766358258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SefIG_OmpvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4vUeizIS99k/s320/mais+antigas3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Alegria em cada sorriso. Taboeira o8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Em cada um, todo o dia, a toda a hora, deveria existir a alegria contagiante dos mais pequenos. Alegria que nos leve a aproveitar os momentos da melhor maneira e a energia (tipo duracell) que nos faça ir à luta e em busca de sonhos e objectivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;"As crianças não têm passado, nem futuro, e coisa que nunca nos acontece, gozam o presente." Jean de La Bruyère&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SefKxja6KYI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ovcjZZFAr7w/s1600-h/Blog_Olhares3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325448037059406210" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SefKxja6KYI/AAAAAAAAAvE/ovcjZZFAr7w/s320/Blog_Olhares3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;"A vida tem a cor que você pinta." Mário Bonatti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"A maçã é vermelha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sol é amarelo.O céu é azul.A folha é verde.A nuvem é branca... e a pedra é cinzenta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O mundo tem muitas coisas... o mundo tem muitas pessoas... o mundo tem muitas cores... e cada uma delas é diferente.No jardim as flores são de diferentes cores, mas vivem felizes juntas... uma ao lado da outra.Na floresta os pássaros são de diferentes cores, mas vivem felizes juntos... um ao lado do outro.No campo os animais são de diferentes cores, mas vivem felizes juntos...um ao lado do outro.Em nosso mundo as pessoas são de diferentes cores, e, às vezes, vivem felizes juntas... uma ao lado da outra.As cores são importantes porque dão mais beleza ao nosso mundo, mas elas não são tão importantes quanto o que sentimos... ou pensamos... ou fazemos.As cores estão no "exterior" das coisas e os sentimentos no "íntimo" das coisas.A cor é algo que vemos com os nossos olhos, mas o amor é algo que vemos com o nosso coração.A maçã é vermelha,o sol é amarelo,o céu é azul,a folha é verde,a nuvem é branca... e a terra é marrom.E, se te perguntasse, serias capaz de dizer...qual é a cor do amor?" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Joan Walsh Anglund&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SefMY1NEo2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/w1mgbFdHUl0/s1600-h/Blog_Olhares2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325449811359736674" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SefMY1NEo2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/w1mgbFdHUl0/s320/Blog_Olhares2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pormenores &amp;amp; Imaginação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Para ser grande, sê inteiro&lt;br /&gt;Para ser grande, sê inteiro: nada&lt;br /&gt;Teu exagera ou exclui.&lt;br /&gt;Sê todo em cada coisa. Põe quanto és&lt;br /&gt;No mínimo que fazes.&lt;br /&gt;Assim em cada lago a lua toda&lt;br /&gt;Brilha, porque alta vive."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ricardo Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KW-3KwXpkkM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KW-3KwXpkkM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-8367389487897641089?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8367389487897641089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentimento-contraste-imaginacao.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/8367389487897641089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/8367389487897641089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentimento-contraste-imaginacao.html' title='Sentimento | Contraste | Imaginação'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SefIG_OmpvI/AAAAAAAAAu8/4vUeizIS99k/s72-c/mais+antigas3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-6747405581005126623</id><published>2009-03-27T11:39:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T12:34:20.874Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marit Larsen'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se fossemos por aí aos saltos, coloridos, embalados por uma melodia, numa tarde primaveril...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;...encontrariamos alguns cliques para partilhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre risos e cheiros, a vida passa, dia após dia, estação após estação, e nós lá vamos indo no comboio que nos leva a paragens que nos fazem pensar, ou simplesmente nos deixam maravilhados pela dávida que todos os dias recebemos da Vida...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;...sem nos darmos conta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Scy7ctS3UvI/AAAAAAAAAt4/26MQB_lQ8lE/s1600-h/IMG_4625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317831361887163122" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Scy7ctS3UvI/AAAAAAAAAt4/26MQB_lQ8lE/s320/IMG_4625.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Um dia sem rir é um dia desperdiçado."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charles Chaplin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Espinho 09 Mensagem da camisola da menina: Have a great time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Scy7XBHtjqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/M0isQJ0G4Pg/s1600-h/IMG_4620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317831264129879714" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Scy7XBHtjqI/AAAAAAAAAtw/M0isQJ0G4Pg/s320/IMG_4620.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"As vezes ouço passar o vento; e só de ouvir o vento passar, vale a pena ter nascido."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Espinho 09 Ternura colorida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Scy7-c30ATI/AAAAAAAAAuA/PDwYUHld7tM/s1600-h/Blog_Olhares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317831941594284338" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Scy7-c30ATI/AAAAAAAAAuA/PDwYUHld7tM/s320/Blog_Olhares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Amar não é olhar um para o outro, é olhar juntos na mesma direcção."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Casamento 08 Cores e alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="264" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5z45dzOCJbI&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5z45dzOCJbI&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-6747405581005126623?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/6747405581005126623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-dia-sem-rir-e-um-dia-desperdicado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/6747405581005126623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/6747405581005126623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-dia-sem-rir-e-um-dia-desperdicado.html' title=''/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/Scy7ctS3UvI/AAAAAAAAAt4/26MQB_lQ8lE/s72-c/IMG_4625.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-5513259268499245565</id><published>2009-03-20T11:23:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T11:28:22.142Z</updated><title type='text'>Iguais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ScN9b5-_QDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/OcAlpl8UyVs/s1600-h/IMG_4539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315229903602270258" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ScN9b5-_QDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/OcAlpl8UyVs/s320/IMG_4539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Barra]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;" O Sol quando nasce é para todos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ScN9AjQyTiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/flIsimTK7zY/s1600-h/IMG_3799.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315229433646435874" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ScN9AjQyTiI/AAAAAAAAAhM/flIsimTK7zY/s320/IMG_3799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Taboeira]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ScN9ICEG1tI/AAAAAAAAAhU/T8qpPNJP6YE/s1600-h/IMG_4439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315229562173839058" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ScN9ICEG1tI/AAAAAAAAAhU/T8qpPNJP6YE/s320/IMG_4439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[Quinta da Condessa de Taboeira]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VViNYBLFnY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0VViNYBLFnY&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-5513259268499245565?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5513259268499245565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/03/iguais.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/5513259268499245565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/5513259268499245565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/03/iguais.html' title='Iguais'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/ScN9b5-_QDI/AAAAAAAAAhc/OcAlpl8UyVs/s72-c/IMG_4539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-8410761831883706948</id><published>2009-02-27T12:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:23:19.124Z</updated><title type='text'>Hakuna Matata</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;"Não critique, ajude; não grite, converse; não acuse, ampare e... não se irrite, sorria".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SafnMz2fpVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QiDjD6hPMGs/s1600-h/ultimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307464893142639954" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SafnMz2fpVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QiDjD6hPMGs/s320/ultimas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O poder do sorriso é grande, e saber sorrir é algo de muito importante. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry diz:&lt;/em&gt; "No momento em que sorrimos para alguém, descobrimo-lo como pessoa, e a resposta do seu sorriso quer dizer que nós também somos pessoa para ele".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SafoIOn3KQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w8yW7yxqZHk/s1600-h/mais+antigas1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307465913941305602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SafoIOn3KQI/AAAAAAAAAgM/w8yW7yxqZHk/s320/mais+antigas1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sorriso traduz, geralmente, um estado de alma; é um convite a entrar na intimidade de alguém, a participar do que lhe vai no íntimo. É por isso que o homem é o único animal que sorri; e, como é dotado de inteligência e vontade, pode sorrir quando tudo vai bem ou sorrir mesmo que as coisas corram menos bem - tudo se resume na harmonia interior.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;      &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SafoU8QdLiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/snlpZU7mF2U/s1600-h/fotos+revelar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307466132349595170" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SafoU8QdLiI/AAAAAAAAAgU/snlpZU7mF2U/s320/fotos+revelar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;      [&lt;a href="http://educacao.aaldeia.net/sorriso.htm"&gt;http://educacao.aaldeia.net/sorriso.htm&lt;/a&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nFP-bCsyZg&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2nFP-bCsyZg&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-8410761831883706948?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/8410761831883706948/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/02/hakuna-matata.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/8410761831883706948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/8410761831883706948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/02/hakuna-matata.html' title='Hakuna Matata'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SafnMz2fpVI/AAAAAAAAAgE/QiDjD6hPMGs/s72-c/ultimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-5454433360253676342</id><published>2009-02-17T16:10:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:25:02.805Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sentimentos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hoje, no baú das fotos, fui buscar algumas das fotos iniciais, que tirei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;E hoje apeteceu-me reflectir, sobre algo que dizem ser das melhores coisas da Vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;De que será que falo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Pois só pode mesmo ser de &lt;em&gt;Cores&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZrw2myXE9I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ft1XK41bA2k/s1600-h/IMG_3552.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303816332097557458" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 192px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZrw2myXE9I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ft1XK41bA2k/s320/IMG_3552.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Se virmos o mundo à nossa volta existe um multiplicidade de cores que nos toldam o olhar e nos fazem muitas das vezes marcar certos momentos por causa de sons, cheiros e &lt;em&gt;cores&lt;/em&gt;. Muita &lt;strong&gt;cor&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Quem já não partilhou um pôr-do-sol com alguém muito especial e guardou esse momento? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Quem já não viu um arco-íris, colorido e perfeito, mesmo quando o dia chuvoso nos levaria a pensar que nada poderia melhorar?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Quem, todos os dias, rodeado por cores e mais cores, não dá o devido valor ao simples facto de poder deslumbrar-se com o que está à sua volta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mas não foi só nisto em que eu estive a reflectir, foi também acerca de um sentimento maravilhoso que a todos toca. Esse mesmo que estamos a pensar que nos faz querer partir à aventura com aquela pessoa, partilhar um café, um concerto, um cigarro, um livro, o estudo, o cinema...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Exacto, a&lt;em&gt; Amizade&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZrw9_JKikI/AAAAAAAAAf0/aUn5ZbNKtEo/s1600-h/IMG_2171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303816458894740034" style="WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZrw9_JKikI/AAAAAAAAAf0/aUn5ZbNKtEo/s320/IMG_2171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;[Tico &amp;amp; Boneca]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"O amigo é um outro eu. Sem amizade o homem não pode ser feliz." (Aristóteles)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Já antigamente se dizia isto, porque não dizer o mesmo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;E dizer que quem tem amigos tem a Vida recheada de momentos únicos e bons, partilhados com esses que tais, os tais amigos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Mas ainda assim o que pensei muito foi num outro que também dizem ser maravilhoso, o que todos deveriam experimentar desde que nascem e abrem o olho para o mundo. O &lt;em&gt;Amor&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZrxSY9-07I/AAAAAAAAAf8/wnK4DysJUzU/s1600-h/IMG_2627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303816809424540594" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZrxSY9-07I/AAAAAAAAAf8/wnK4DysJUzU/s320/IMG_2627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;E sobre esse também se diz de tudo um pouco, mas acho que sem dúvida alguma, e sendo um pouco repetitiva, acho que antes de mais o &lt;em&gt;Amor é amar&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;E a linguagem do amor comporta todas as outras, emoções, cheiros, momentos, cores, amizade, e como dizem os "meus pequenitos", «um coração vermelho e bom; muito amor e muito carinho». &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;E quando não se consegue verbalizar, qual a linguagem adoptada...(?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkjtm2VRvC8&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qkjtm2VRvC8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Coisas que pronto... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Apeteceu-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Vídeo que descobri em &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://amusicadodia.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;http://amusicadodia.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;] :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-5454433360253676342?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/5454433360253676342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-no-bau-das-fotos-fui-buscar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/5454433360253676342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/5454433360253676342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/02/hoje-no-bau-das-fotos-fui-buscar.html' title=''/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZrw2myXE9I/AAAAAAAAAfs/ft1XK41bA2k/s72-c/IMG_3552.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-3610492382441521801</id><published>2009-02-14T17:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:33:39.566Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Coimbra'/><title type='text'>Cliques em Coimbra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Na baú de fotos, hoje, deu-me para revisitar os cliques em Coimbra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZc3qcRKVII/AAAAAAAAAek/AVicRm17KIQ/s1600-h/IMG_2913.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302768288534254722" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZc3qcRKVII/AAAAAAAAAek/AVicRm17KIQ/s320/IMG_2913.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Clique da Sé Velha - Coimbra 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZc30IqIp9I/AAAAAAAAAes/iS1TPPAMPKY/s1600-h/IMG_2943.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302768455068985298" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZc30IqIp9I/AAAAAAAAAes/iS1TPPAMPKY/s320/IMG_2943.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Clique à Igreja de Santa Cruz - Coimbra 08&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZc0tSI333I/AAAAAAAAAeU/UM3k6Viq_tA/s1600-h/IMG_2906.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZc37793wbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jjTc_c5hgi0/s1600-h/IMG_2906.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302768589101056434" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZc37793wbI/AAAAAAAAAe0/jjTc_c5hgi0/s320/IMG_2906.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Clique na Baixa - Coimbra 08&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Conservar a esperança equivale a não envelhecer. A velhice é mais do que cabelos brancos e rugas. É o sentimento de que é tarde demais , de que o palco já pertence a outra geração. A verdadeira doença da velhice não é o enfraquecimento do corpo , é a apatia da alma."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;André Maurois, i. e. Émile Herzog, (1885 -1967) escritor francês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Com tanta agitação, animação, cor, correrias, compras, azafama, negócio, este senhor ali permanecia, calmo, sereno, a pensar na Vida, na Sua vida. Só ele saberá o que na sua cabeça ia, mas levou-me a fazer um clique.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Quem sabe, na terra de fadistas ele não encontre a sua metade, ou um amigo para falar...(?) ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2hg2VZJR8g&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R2hg2VZJR8g&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-3610492382441521801?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/3610492382441521801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/02/cliques-em-coimbra.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/3610492382441521801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/3610492382441521801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/02/cliques-em-coimbra.html' title='Cliques em Coimbra.'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZc3qcRKVII/AAAAAAAAAek/AVicRm17KIQ/s72-c/IMG_2913.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2531154419420069617.post-1772558065255781574</id><published>2009-02-13T22:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T23:12:26.114Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partida...'/><title type='text'>...&amp;...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZX9xZyWI9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/qekp24l0k_8/s1600-h/IMG_9229.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302423161476096978" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZX9xZyWI9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/qekp24l0k_8/s320/IMG_9229.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZX3aVmxBVI/AAAAAAAAAdA/21a0_S3wXKE/s1600-h/IMG_9229.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Aqui vou eu, partir à aventura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Entre cliques, cores, cheiros, pessoas, amigos, colegas, sons, animação, saltos, corridas, trambolhões, experiências, rotinas, imaginação, sabores, alegria, felicidade, amor, carinho, tédio, aborrecimentos, energia, preguiça, vontade de ir, vontade de ficar, cair, levantar, risos, gargalhadas, por-do-sol, praia, campo, primavera, verão, inverno, outono, calor, frio, canções, festejos, surpresas, delicias, desgostos, deslumbros, tristezas, paixão, palavras, letras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parto sozinha? Ou acompanhada?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vamos partir à descoberta disto tudo e muito mais? &lt;em&gt;Vamos viver a &lt;strong&gt;Vida&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; (?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;(Clique na saída de Campo 08 à Ria de Aveiro)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzqOerHUOF4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BzqOerHUOF4&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2531154419420069617-1772558065255781574?l=cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/feeds/1772558065255781574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/1772558065255781574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2531154419420069617/posts/default/1772558065255781574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cliqueshistorias.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='...&amp;...'/><author><name>DianaPires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12652615625108566184</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZYTQC88eQI/AAAAAAAAAdk/d5JtRRBsYkY/S220/DSCF1595.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4mUZSLl-NSs/SZX9xZyWI9I/AAAAAAAAAdI/qekp24l0k_8/s72-c/IMG_9229.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
