<?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-1504510200605074601</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:30:52.033Z</updated><category term='nostalgia'/><category term='sentido'/><category term='comodismo'/><category term='pintura'/><category term='preguiça'/><category term='Jorge Palma'/><category term='magia de ler'/><category term='prémio'/><category term='coisas'/><category term='blogosfera'/><category term='felicidade'/><category term='fim de semana'/><category term='lição'/><category term='poema'/><category term='regresso'/><category term='charlie chaplin'/><category term='ler'/><category term='vida'/><category term='sonho'/><category term='teatro'/><category term='frases'/><category term='feriado'/><category term='Não basta'/><category term='viver'/><category term='Alberto Caeiro'/><category term='desejo'/><category term='filosofia'/><category term='blogs'/><category term='ansiedade'/><category term='George Bernard Shaw'/><category term='liberdade'/><category term='vontade'/><category term='recordações'/><title type='text'>Coisas &amp; Loisas..</title><subtitle type='html'>.. e mágicas coincidências da vida..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-5099687083482032990</id><published>2011-02-14T00:04:00.014Z</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:43:38.454Z</updated><title type='text'>Regresso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Regresso ao blog, aos blogs.. Ainda pensei abrir outro, mas depois de reler algumas coisas que aqui escrevi decidi-me pela continuação, porque vou continuar dentro da mesma linha, falando sobre tudo e sobre nada, sobre desejos, sentimentos, sonhos e realidades. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E porque hoje é dia de S. Valentim recomeço com a publicação dum poema de amor,&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;"Reencontro", de autor desconhecido.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 129px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573335713786802130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwSI2yyrVHw/TVh3TYpCr9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/euHtC-y1qz0/s320/s.%2Bvalentim.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--Fx720qaJ30/TVh0our3ZDI/AAAAAAAAAcw/_O8P-LsNSxY/s1600/s.%2Bvalentim.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não importa o lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não importa dia e hora.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia chegará que nossos olhares se tocarão &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e num instante infinitesimal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dois espíritos se verão completamente inebriados &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pelo reconhecimento súbito de um amor antigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;(imagem retirada da net)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-5099687083482032990?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/5099687083482032990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=5099687083482032990&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5099687083482032990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5099687083482032990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2011/02/regresso.html' title='Regresso'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vwSI2yyrVHw/TVh3TYpCr9I/AAAAAAAAAc4/euHtC-y1qz0/s72-c/s.%2Bvalentim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-526379106677950925</id><published>2010-09-14T21:42:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T22:10:34.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charlie chaplin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teatro'/><title type='text'>Regresso ao blog? talvez sim.. talvez não.. logo se verá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 58px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516876815377106386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/TI_iO-IkBdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHUkWXjvq7U/s320/%C3%A1gua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;" A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios..&lt;br /&gt;Por isso... cante... chore... dance... ria... e viva intensamente!...&lt;br /&gt;... antes que a cortina se feche e a peça termine... sem aplausos."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Charlie Ch&lt;/span&gt;aplin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-526379106677950925?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/526379106677950925/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=526379106677950925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/526379106677950925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/526379106677950925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2010/09/regresso-ao-blog.html' title='Regresso ao blog? talvez sim.. talvez não.. logo se verá!'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/TI_iO-IkBdI/AAAAAAAAAcg/lHUkWXjvq7U/s72-c/%C3%A1gua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-8301281375958885366</id><published>2008-05-07T08:15:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:28:25.272+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='magia de ler'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ler'/><title type='text'>Livros...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197531296513553090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="137" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SCFXLS2qcsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VSTAGqjngVU/s200/ler.jpg" width="195" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"prazer imenso.. Instantes intensos.. olhos ávidos.. pensamentos absorvidos.. entregando-se ao fascínio.. rompendo limites.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vivendo a magia de ler um livro..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;Butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem, de manhã!, fui dar uma volta pelo Forum de Coimbra.. tudo calminho como eu gosto... cheguei por volta das dez.. deu para andar sem stress.. sem confusão... a ideia era comprar alguma coisa de vestir... Não me recordo de época em que houvesse tanta escolha de roupa como este ano... desde t-shirts... camisolas.. tunicas.. saias... vestidos!! para todos os preços... Pensei: "é este ano que mudo o meu estilo!"... e lá fui...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como sempre... foi nos livros que acabei por me perder... primeiro no Modelo, depois na Bertrand... às vezes penso que é uma estupidez o que gasto em livros.. porque além do dinheiro... além de os ler muito rápido para o que me custam (!).. quando gosto.. já não sei onde os colocar.. tenho livros espalhados por toda a casa, sem excepção..... Se fosse mais inteligente ia buscá-los à Biblioteca, como fazia na minha adolescência... mas porque será que comprá-los.. tê-los em casa... tem outro gosto??? E assim, em vez de mais alguns trapos que.. nas minhas intenções!.. iam mudar o meu visual..  trouxe mais dois livros........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-8301281375958885366?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/8301281375958885366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=8301281375958885366&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8301281375958885366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8301281375958885366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/05/livros.html' title='Livros...'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SCFXLS2qcsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/VSTAGqjngVU/s72-c/ler.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-3195816430863349144</id><published>2008-05-05T21:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T21:53:02.460+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='liberdade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prémio'/><title type='text'>O Prémio - continuação</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. entrei agora no blog para.. supostamente.. continuar o post que tinha iniciado ontem e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; pensei eu.. guardado nos rascunhos.. e qual não é o meu espanto quando vejo que, afinal, o tinha publicado!!! Como repararam, não está acabado... mas, já tendo comentários não o quero retirar e dar-lhe continuação.. assim, resta-me acrescentar um novo &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SB9uay2qcrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4sM0JFKjDQs/s1600-h/premio+liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196993901615542962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" height="130" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SB9uay2qcrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4sM0JFKjDQs/s200/premio+liberdade.jpg" width="184" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;episódio.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Prémio Liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Prémio florido, pela liberdade, é atribuido a blogues que de alguma maneira expressam a liberdade de gestos e pensamentos..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seguem-se as nomeações de alguns blogs que... para mim... merecem receber este prémio porque se expressam sem papas na língua.. dizem o que pensam e sentem.. deduzo eu... uns de um modo mais brincalhão... outros mais a sérios... não sei quantos blogs devia nomear... vou optar pela meia dúzia... sabendo que muitos dos que considero merecedores ficarão de fora.. mas sei que outros os nomearão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://capitao-merda.blogspot.com/"&gt;capitão merda&lt;/a&gt;     .     &lt;a href="http://dassmld.blogspot.com/"&gt;dass&lt;/a&gt;    .    &lt;a href="http://www.brutoon.blogspot.com/"&gt;bruToon&lt;/a&gt;    .     &lt;a href="http://vidadecasado.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;vida de casado&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://umamoratrevido.blogspot.com/"&gt;um amor atrevido&lt;/a&gt;      .     &lt;a href="http://pequenoquiproquo.blogspot.com/"&gt;quiproquó&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-3195816430863349144?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/3195816430863349144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=3195816430863349144&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3195816430863349144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3195816430863349144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-prmio-continuao.html' title='O Prémio - continuação'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SB9uay2qcrI/AAAAAAAAAS0/4sM0JFKjDQs/s72-c/premio+liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-1896690826297322375</id><published>2008-05-04T19:52:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T20:40:58.658+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Prémio da liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SB4Gzi2qcqI/AAAAAAAAASs/aqFBigi4r4U/s1600-h/premio+liberdade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196598502631305890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="174" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SB4Gzi2qcqI/AAAAAAAAASs/aqFBigi4r4U/s320/premio+liberdade.jpg" width="278" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kátia  do blog  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://prateteraqui.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P'ra te ter aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; indicou-me para um prémio.. achou-me merecedora de receber o prémio da liberdade... simbolizado numa linda bicicleta feita de flores... Não sei se o mereço... realmente gosto de dizer o que penso e o que sinto.. seja no blog seja na vida real.. mas isto de prémos tem muito que se diga... e depois.. receber o prémio implica ter que nomear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-1896690826297322375?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/1896690826297322375/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=1896690826297322375&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1896690826297322375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1896690826297322375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/05/prmio-da-liberdade.html' title='Prémio da liberdade'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SB4Gzi2qcqI/AAAAAAAAASs/aqFBigi4r4U/s72-c/premio+liberdade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-2181893293831925445</id><published>2008-04-29T20:36:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:25:00.676+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comodismo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feriado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim de semana'/><title type='text'>hoje já não sei nada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Terça-feira!.. mais um dia e.. aí está mais um feriado! Sabe bem um dia de descanso mas estes feriados a meio da semana não têm sabor nenhum!! Que vontade teremos de ir trabalhar na sexta-feira??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBd7zS2qcpI/AAAAAAAAASk/KJ84pRojhXI/s1600-h/azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194756816359813778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 258px" height="285" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBd7zS2qcpI/AAAAAAAAASk/KJ84pRojhXI/s320/azul.jpg" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Houve uma época em que se falou em mudar os feriados para a segunda ou a sexta-feira de modo a se tornarem os fins de semana prolongados.. em vez destas paragens que não dão para nada e que levam a que muita gente meta um dia de férias ficando a semana reduzida a três dias de trabalho... Eu não concordava com essa proposta... lembro que argumentava que os feriados deviam ser celebrados no dia certo ou não tinham razão de existir... porque se desvirtuava o motivo que levou a se decretar feriado em determinada data, dizia eu... ou se comemorava no dia... ou mais valia não se comemorar!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBd7zS2qcpI/AAAAAAAAASk/KJ84pRojhXI/s1600-h/azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje já não sei nada!! estou baralhadinha entre o cómodo que é ter um enoooormee fim de semana e uma sexta-feira de faz de conta.. porque está entre o descando do feriado e a preguiça do sábado que se aproxima... Em suma... estou baralhadinha entre as minhas convicções e o meu comodismo........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foto de Olhares.com&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/1504510200605074601-2181893293831925445?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/2181893293831925445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=2181893293831925445&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2181893293831925445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2181893293831925445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoje-j-no-sei-nada.html' title='hoje já não sei nada!'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBd7zS2qcpI/AAAAAAAAASk/KJ84pRojhXI/s72-c/azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-1878358038170806634</id><published>2008-04-26T08:39:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T20:29:45.627+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poema'/><title type='text'>"A vida é um poema em prosa"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu hoje estou assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193464946031751810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBLk2i2qcoI/AAAAAAAAASc/vvhAkIKZi4A/s200/na+praia+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;.. porque os Deuses ouviram as minhas preces!!... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;porque ontem esteve um dia maravilhoso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;porque hoje está um lindo dia de sol.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;tão quentinho que até aquece o coração.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;(amanhã logo se vê!...)... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;e porque sim, sem explicação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;..&lt;/span&gt; hoje vou só escrever um bocadito de um poema que encontrei...porque se chama " A vida é um poema em prosa" e adorei o título... só copio um bocadito.. é a história de uma vida em poucas palavras.. (&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;escrito por A. da Fonseca&lt;/span&gt;)..retirei só a parte que me chamou mais a atenção.. a parte que me diz alguma coisa (!)... e que me deixou a pensar que eu não sou nada original (nós não somos originais....).. as nossas histórias de vida repetem-se.. o que sentimos... o que fazemos.. tudo o que muitas vezes pensamos que só se passa connosco... é igualzinho ao que milhares.. milhões de pessoas.. viveram, vivem... sentiram.. sentem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; VIDA É UM POEMA EM PROSA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembras-te do dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;em que nos encontrámos,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os nossos olhares cruzámos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E nos embebemos de amor? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lembras-te &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do nosso primeiro beijo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os meus lábios acariciaram o teu queixo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu ficaste petrificada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas num nada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu me deste a tua boca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E eu louco e tu louca&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De prazer profundo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por instantes pensamos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que estavamos sós no mundo?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lembras-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-1878358038170806634?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/1878358038170806634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=1878358038170806634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1878358038170806634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1878358038170806634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/04/vida-um-poema-em-prosa.html' title='&quot;A vida é um poema em prosa&quot;'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBLk2i2qcoI/AAAAAAAAASc/vvhAkIKZi4A/s72-c/na+praia+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-5128203940543471668</id><published>2008-04-24T08:11:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T08:40:22.782+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vontade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desejo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim de semana'/><title type='text'>desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBAzQi2qciI/AAAAAAAAARs/SQM73hMiM4Y/s1600-h/na+praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192706729685185058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="189" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBAzQi2qciI/AAAAAAAAARs/SQM73hMiM4Y/s320/na+praia.jpg" width="276" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não há vontade pior que esta de querer.. teimosamente..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;olhar para além do que vejo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Quinta-feira.. e vem aí um fim de semana prolongado... três dias seguidinhos sem horários para cumprir!!! Espero que o tempo ajude e que sejam três dias de Primavera.. (não ouvi nem fui ver o que a metereologia nos reserva, prefiro que seja surpresa.. não vá haver previsão de chuvas e frio e ficava logo estragada esta minha esperança de fim de semana de sol... descanso ( mais ou menos...).. enfim, de boa vida!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Foto de Olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-5128203940543471668?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/5128203940543471668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=5128203940543471668&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5128203940543471668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5128203940543471668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/04/desejo.html' title='desejo'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SBAzQi2qciI/AAAAAAAAARs/SQM73hMiM4Y/s72-c/na+praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-8152229030656168246</id><published>2008-04-22T21:11:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T22:49:02.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='felicidade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sentido'/><title type='text'>Era uma vez..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SA5LhC2qcgI/AAAAAAAAARg/mql89Fv5OpE/s1600-h/sentada3.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192170451478671874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" height="376" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SA5LhC2qcgI/AAAAAAAAARg/mql89Fv5OpE/s320/sentada3.jpg" width="230" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje li esta pequenina história sobre a vida, escrita por Vasco Pinto de Magalhães... é daquelas coisas que se lêem sempre e que.. conforme a nossa disposição.. ou ficamos a pensar nelas.. a descobrir o que têm de filosófico.. ou simplesmente achamos "lamechas" e seguimos em frente.. hoje.. sei lá porquê.. ou talvez saiba... talvez eu hoje esteja assim.. algo romântica... mais solta... vendo a vida com mais sentido... com outras emoções... fiquei a pensar nas verdades desta palavras... e apeteceu-me partilhá-la com vocês.. porque nós temos uma enorme tendência para correr à frente da vida.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Era uma vez um homem que corria e corria pela vida... A vida era curta e necessitava de correr muito para gozar muito e ser feliz. E quanto mais corria, mais necessitava de correr! Descobria sempre mais lugares para visitar! Necessitava encontrar tudo e gozar de tudo. Até que um dia, cansado de tanto correr, parou. Então, a felicidade pôde alcançá-lo."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-8152229030656168246?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/8152229030656168246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=8152229030656168246&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8152229030656168246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8152229030656168246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/04/era-uma-vez-um-homem-que-corria-e.html' title='Era uma vez..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SA5LhC2qcgI/AAAAAAAAARg/mql89Fv5OpE/s72-c/sentada3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-6373700231881345722</id><published>2008-04-21T23:05:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T23:37:47.324+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Acordei com a certeza que a tempestade tinha passado.. que hoje haveria luz e calor dentro de mim.. fui à varanda... o cinzento do céu assustou-me... Não gosto nada de dias cinzentos! mas de repente o sol começou a espreitar... e o meu coração sorriu... tudo ia correr bem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SA0P3aALXGI/AAAAAAAAARI/lRqBkzn3wJw/s1600-h/chocolate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191823389975338082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SA0P3aALXGI/AAAAAAAAARI/lRqBkzn3wJw/s200/chocolate.jpg" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Agora.. já com o dia a terminar... posso dizer que foi um bom dia... Comecei por tomar um café com uma amiga e pôr um bocadito da conversa em dia... no trabalho tudo correu bem, resolveram-se uma quantidade de coisas com um diálogo agradável..... à hora de almoço fui até ao ginásio, passei por casa para um almoço rápido e ainda tive tempo de dar uma voltinha pela marginal para ver o mar antes de regressar ao trabalho.. à tardita, entre o levar um familiar ao médico e umas compras no hiper, ainda houve tempo para tomar um café com uma amiga... na Farggi... a ver o mar enquanto se trocavam dois dedos de conversa sobre tudo e sobre nada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Diz-se que "dias de tempestade são vésperas de bonança".. é isso que sinto ao fazer a análise destes dias... dois dias de uma ansiedade doida.... de confusão emocional... e hoje... dia de calmaria... dia autêntico.. transparente.. cheio de ideais renovados.. sonhos e vontade de por eles lutar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Que bom!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-6373700231881345722?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/6373700231881345722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=6373700231881345722&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/6373700231881345722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/6373700231881345722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoje.html' title='hoje'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SA0P3aALXGI/AAAAAAAAARI/lRqBkzn3wJw/s72-c/chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-9161091698041248356</id><published>2008-04-20T23:06:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T00:05:31.528+01:00</updated><title type='text'>amanhã</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Desde sexta-feira que.. parece.. os deuses conspiram contra mim...  Aguardo, com esperança, o dia de amanhã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAvHW6ALXDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GO30drojNGY/s1600-h/sentada2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191462191815679026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" height="268" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAvHW6ALXDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GO30drojNGY/s320/sentada2.jpg" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ama&lt;/span&gt;nhã quando acordar quero beber o néctar da vida, acordar com o apetite da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã quando acordar, quero sentir os pés no chão e sorrir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã quando acordar, quero ver o mar, quero correr, quero sair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã quando acordar...... Não vou mais fugir.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Amanhã quando acordar, quero pensar que há um mundo lindo à minha volta, quero crer que voltei duma longa viagem, onde o cansaço.. o desânimo.. o ridículo.. a insegurança foram a minha bagagem."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;retirado de radionovavaga&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;as fotos sao de Olhares.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-9161091698041248356?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/9161091698041248356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=9161091698041248356&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/9161091698041248356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/9161091698041248356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/04/amanh.html' title='amanhã'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAvHW6ALXDI/AAAAAAAAAQw/GO30drojNGY/s72-c/sentada2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-4742671294819741210</id><published>2008-04-19T16:26:00.017+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T09:47:59.102+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lição'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ansiedade'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filosofia'/><title type='text'>aprendizagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Eu não tenho vistas largas;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nem muita sabedoria; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas dão-me as horas amargas; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lições de filosofia!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;O&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href);return false;" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/16484246138868306924" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bruno Taveira&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; deixou esta pequena quadra num comentário ao meu post de re&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAoaSqALW_I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uEOyiqMRSaI/s1600-h/sentada.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;gresso.. numa referência às minhas aprendizagens, experiências.. Gostei... (e nem imaginas, Bruno, como hoje essa frase tem um enorme significado para mim)... Desde ontem que me debato com&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAsBDKALXBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/RJN4xlYKGVg/s1600-h/1608249.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191244149210962962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAsBDKALXBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/RJN4xlYKGVg/s200/1608249.jpg" width="176" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uma enorme ansiedade só porque aceitei uma coisa que, à partida eu ponha reticências... mas não... fiquei indecisa.. optei por um rápido sim.... era mais fácil(!) e mal dormi esta noite.. "horas amargas"... porque não gosto de coisas mal resolvidas e enquanto não puser os pontos nos iiis vou estar assim... antes, devia ter pensado nos prós e contras... já passei por situações idênticas, claro... tinha prometido a mim mesma que não voltaria a acontecer... sei que fico assim quando ou não tomo as decisões que estão de acordo com a minha maneira de pensar e agir... ou quando não resolvo qualquer situação e a deixo pendente por algum tempo...então porque repito?? "Já tenho idade para ter juízo e saber como agir"... digo com os meus botões.... Há-de valer-me de muito!! Eu vou aprendendo... mas tão devagarinho......!! vejo cada dia como uma nova aprendizagem... aceito cada coisa menos boa como uma lição de vida... mas.. será que vai haver uma hora em que eu faça tudo como gostaria... com calma.. sem ansiedade... fazendo o que acho certo para mim.. e não o que sei que os outros esperam de mim?... com todas as lições de vida aprendidas e decoradas??? Já era tempo....... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-4742671294819741210?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/4742671294819741210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=4742671294819741210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4742671294819741210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4742671294819741210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/04/aprendizagens.html' title='aprendizagens'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAsBDKALXBI/AAAAAAAAAQg/RJN4xlYKGVg/s72-c/1608249.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-1117116804160951418</id><published>2008-04-18T07:19:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T08:05:56.889+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recordações'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='regresso'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorge Palma'/><title type='text'>de regresso....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAhGxn6xGCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9ugq4dsnEqg/s1600-h/fish_bowl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190476388887500834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAhGxn6xGCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9ugq4dsnEqg/s200/fish_bowl.jpg" width="190" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Regresso hoje depois de uns tempos de interrupção.... de férias do blog! Férias grandes... enormes... como eu às vezes gostava de ter do trabalho ( gostava nada! é só da boca p'ra fora!!) Regresso porque me apetece.. sem justificação para ter deixado de escrever... sem justificação para voltar....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acordei cedo... cedíssimo.... já fiz uma quantidade de coisas... e aqui estou... Manhã cinzenta.... com vento e chuva.. parece que regressámos ao Inverno depois de uns dias de Verão.. não gosto destes dias! Apetecia-me antes ir sentar-me um bocadito numa esplanada a apanhar sol.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enquanto escrevo ouço, no media player, " Encosta-te a mim" do Jorge Palma... é curioso que as músicas.. ou antes, as letras das músicas, podem ter sentidos diferentes conforme a nossa disposição... conforme o momento que as ouvimos.. embora não apreciando muito o Jorge Palma... gosto desta... (e não só desta..).. mas esta música, hoje, em especial.. está a entrar dentro de mim... deve ser pelo dia frio.. apetece um carinho... um "encosta-te a mim!! .. começou agora o "Dreamer" dos Supertramp... e esta faz-me recuar à minha adolescência... recordo a sala da casa dos meus pais onde a ouvi muitas e muitas vezes.... sentada no chão.. alcatifa grená... encostada ao sofá.. luz apagada.... às escuras... era assim que eu gostava de ouvir música..... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190476135484430354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="150" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAhGi36xGBI/AAAAAAAAAQA/8_FoJwZsbu8/s200/praia.jpg" width="182" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto de recordar... e cada vez parece mais impossível que o tempo realmente tenha passado tão depressa.... às vezes pergunto-me o que foi feito daquela jovem... sabendo que, no fundo, é ela que eu sou ainda.... sinto isso... com o passar dos anos aprendi muito.. e ainda bem, né? todas as aprendizagem nos modificam... mas no fundo sei que sou a mesma... acho que andei perdida no tempo alguns anos... uns anos em que, de certa maneira, me acomodei à vida... eu nunca fui assim uma pessoa de fazer as coisas porque todos faziam.. só porque era normal... porque era a regra... acho que pensei sempre por mim... sempre fiz as coisas à minha maneira... quando, entre amigas, falamos desses tempos eu percebo que fugi um bocadito à regra... não fiz tudo tão linearmente como elas.... nunca ultrapassei as medidas no sentido de maus comportamentos... regras morais ou afins... nunca me meti em drogas nem em bebidas... nunca.. nada disso... mas por exemplo, reprovei um ano por faltas, porque, já nessa altura.. em vez de ir para a escola ia ver o mar... recordo que a falta que me fez ultrapassar o limite e reprovar foi dada a Inglês, para eu ir com uma colega, à boleia na bicicleta dela até ao mar... comprámos um gelado e lá fomos nós pelas avenidas.. a comê-lo.. as duas na mesma bicicleta.... tinha eu quinze anos.... fui excluida por faltas, em Junho...quase a terminar o ano...quando a professor de Inglês soube veio ter comigo e perguntou-me, muito aborrecida, porque é que eu não lhe tinha dito que estava no limite porque ela não teria marcado falta... fiquei chateada por não ter pensado nisso... mas já nessa altura pensava como penso hoje: que é um ano na nossa vida? não estou arrependia dessas coisas que fiz... pelo contrário, ainda bem que vi.. e vejo... a vida assim.. e se me parece que durante alguns anos me esqueci de mim.. e vivi como os outros queriam... mais ou menos(!)... sei que vivi só para os outros... há uns tempos... meia dúzia de anos... apercebi-me que o tempo estava a passar.. ou antes.. eu estava a deixá-lo passá-lo... e voltei a encontrar-me... voltei a pensar um bocadito em mim... a tentar fazer as coisas que gosto... como sempre.. sem ultrapassar limites.. quer dizer às vezes passo os limites de velocidade.. até passo um ou outro sinal vermelho.. mas isso não conta! descobri com o tempo que somos nós.. está dentro de nós.. o viver melhor ou pior... tento sempre ver o lado positivo das coisas que me acontecem... quando acontece algo que gosto menos ou até que não gosto... eu penso sempre "há coisas piores"!.. deixo que o sol entre dentro de mim... e tudo fica bem.... Não sei porque me deu para falar disto hoje.. foi a música................... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;E regresso hoje aos blogs.... com vontade de continuar a viajar por este mundo que é a blogsfera.... de continuar a ler os blogs amigos... de voltar a deixar os meus comentários.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-1117116804160951418?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/1117116804160951418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=1117116804160951418&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1117116804160951418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1117116804160951418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2008/04/de-regresso.html' title='de regresso....'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/SAhGxn6xGCI/AAAAAAAAAQI/9ugq4dsnEqg/s72-c/fish_bowl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-6104892398369741008</id><published>2007-11-16T07:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-16T07:48:40.749Z</updated><title type='text'>fazer nada..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho andado numa roda vida.. com imenso trabalho.. num stress doido que até gosto... mas que ao fim do dia me impede de ter vontade de escrever o que quer que seja! À noite.. entre o jantar, a vontade de fazer nada e a cama.. lá vou dando uma voltinha pela &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rz1D49fY1wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7-47s3jUTPE/s1600-h/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133333796130182914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" height="191" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rz1D49fY1wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7-47s3jUTPE/s200/stress.jpg" width="174" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;net.. lendo notícias.. abrindo o email.. e lendo o que se vai escrevendo pelos blogs que habitualmente visito... mas é só isso! o sono acaba por chegar depressa demais! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#6666cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Penso (espero.. desejo..) que para a semana vou ter menos que fazer (!!).. as coisas vão acalmar.. começo a sentir que preciso de tempo para mim, mesmo que nesse tempinho não faça mais nada que não seja estar deitada no sofá.. a ouvir música.. a relaxar...... a pensar.. porque a verdade é que quase não tenho tempo para organizar as minhas ideias! E se é bom ter muito que fazer.. estar ocupada... não ter tempo nem para pensar.. (às vezes não pensar também é preciso!) é, também, tão bom ter tempo para fazer nada!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-6104892398369741008?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/6104892398369741008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=6104892398369741008&amp;isPopup=true' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/6104892398369741008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/6104892398369741008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/11/fazer-nada.html' title='fazer nada..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rz1D49fY1wI/AAAAAAAAAPg/7-47s3jUTPE/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-8432143450190477270</id><published>2007-11-06T06:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T07:49:39.421Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='George Bernard Shaw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='viver'/><title type='text'>Porque não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RzAXjiXU9VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n59V2h78ST4/s1600-h/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129625874862503250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 156px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="148" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RzAXjiXU9VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n59V2h78ST4/s200/rosa.jpg" width="122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Algumas pessoas vêem as coisas como são, e dizem: &lt;em&gt;Porquê?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sonho com as coisas que nunca foram e digo: &lt;em&gt;Porque não? "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;George Bernard Shaw&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;    Esta é só mais uma das frases que encontrei esta manhã nas minhas voltas pela net, já que acordei cedo.. demasiado cedo para fazer alguma coisa de mais útil... e como já estava farta de cama... vim espreitar os blogs ( comento-os mais tarde).. e acabei perdida pelos sites.. como sempre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;   Parei neste pensamento.. li-o e reli-o... analisei-o.. considero que é esta maneira de ver as coisas.. de pensar.. de aceitar ou não o que está pré-estabelecido.. que faz a diferença entre viver e acompanhar os outros na vida.. entre sermos nós próprios ou sermos o que os outros esperam de nós.. entre viver querendo saber os porquês de tudo ou viver encontrando os nossos porquês de vida.. sem stress.. vivendo não porque hoje é simplesmente mais um dia.. mas vivendo sim porque hoje é o dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-8432143450190477270?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/8432143450190477270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=8432143450190477270&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8432143450190477270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8432143450190477270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/11/porque-no.html' title='Porque não?'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RzAXjiXU9VI/AAAAAAAAAPY/n59V2h78ST4/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-265716324913758300</id><published>2007-10-31T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:28:48.627Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5127642347296060738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="204" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RykLjCXU9UI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/26V2IgrNgSo/s200/foto-halloween-06.jpg" width="219" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-265716324913758300?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/265716324913758300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=265716324913758300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/265716324913758300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/265716324913758300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RykLjCXU9UI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/26V2IgrNgSo/s72-c/foto-halloween-06.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-3382367282991240849</id><published>2007-10-21T16:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T21:51:47.709+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"Aqueles que passam por nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rx5KTQPqwTI/AAAAAAAAAOg/hyE5NIG6P20/s1600-h/vermelho+e+azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não vão só.. não nos deixam sós.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixam um pouco de si..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levam um pouco de nós.."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Depois de um período de ausência motivado por vários factos.. sem importância!.. mas que me impediram de "vadiar" pela net como gostava.. regresso hoje ao blog.. ao meu blog e às visitas habituais aos blogs que gosto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;E para começar quero prestar homenagem a uma pessoa que conheci e que nos deixou.. escrevo "conheci" mas apetece-me escrever "conheço".. é natural falarmos das pessoas que morrem, no passado.. "viveu.. conheci.." etc.. etc.. Não gosto! Custa-me muito falar assim das pessoas amigas que partem... é a vida, eu sei......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Mas como eu dizia, quero aqui falar duma pessoa que partiu... porque é uma dessas pessoas que passam por nós deixando um pouco delas.. O Fernando Franco (Pedrosa) era.. para a maior parte das pessoas que visitam este blog, se não para todos.. um desconhecido... Mas eu sinto necessidade de falar dele.. preciso falar dele... porque para mim foi.. é.. uma pessoa importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Era um jovem figueirense afável, alegre, educado.. sempre com uma palavra simpática para todos. Morreu aos 23 anos.. acidente de trabalho! Uma morte que se podia ter evitado se.... se... se... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Os nossos caminhos cruzaram-se muitas vezes e assim fui acompanhando o percurso da sua (tão curta) vida.. uma vida que não foi nada fácil, bem pelo contrário.. mas o Fernando era um jovem tão cheio de esperança.. tão cheio de vida.. que custa a crer que já não esteja entre nós. É um daqueles casos em que.. do fundo do coração.. apetece dizer " Não merecia.. a vida foi muito injusta com ele!" Mas quem sou eu para dizer isso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Sei que o Fernando não se limitou a passar pela vida.. sei que, áqueles que o conheceram, o Fernado deixou um pouco dele.. deixou muito dele..... e porque acredito que não há coincidências.. que nada acontece por acaso.. pergunto-me a mim própria porque motivo a vida do Fernando se terá cruzado tantas vezes com a minha... desde há cerca de 20 anos... era ele uma criancinha.. até há pouco tempo.. quando ele, à procura do melhor para ele e a família.. deixou de trabalhar no bar do Largo do Carvão.............. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124628624010035586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rx5WlQPqwYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XvkMBrID74k/s200/luar9.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-3382367282991240849?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/3382367282991240849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=3382367282991240849&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3382367282991240849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3382367282991240849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/10/aqueles-que-passam-por-ns-no-vo-s.html' title=''/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rx5WlQPqwYI/AAAAAAAAAPI/XvkMBrID74k/s72-c/luar9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-5350421543024793383</id><published>2007-09-29T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T22:01:07.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia e outro dia..   Outono havias de vir..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115732792188464402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rv673sQ17RI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JMDrKB1OVOQ/s200/outono1.5" width="217" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;... não&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;sei se&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;gost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;o do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;uto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;no...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosto das cores do Outono.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosto das manhãs fesquinhas.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosto do cheiro da terra molhada pelas primeiras chuvas..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gosto que, pela tardinha, me apeteça um chá quente..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;...    &lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não gosto que anoiteça tão cedo..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não gosto dos dias cinzentos..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;não gosto da nostalgia que sinto.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;( esta postagem&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;tem o título&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dum livro de&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Irene Lisboa.... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/outono1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-5350421543024793383?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/5350421543024793383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=5350421543024793383&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5350421543024793383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5350421543024793383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/09/um-dia-e-outro-dia-outono-havias-de-vir.html' title='Um dia e outro dia..   Outono havias de vir..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rv673sQ17RI/AAAAAAAAAOA/JMDrKB1OVOQ/s72-c/outono1.5' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-8496342904444925774</id><published>2007-09-24T20:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T21:27:53.355+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preguiça'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nostalgia'/><title type='text'>Quem sabe..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RvgZesQ17NI/AAAAAAAAANg/ORER6zTLS6E/s1600-h/estrelas+rosa.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje não me apetece escrever.. já dei uma voltinha pelos blogs habituais.. por aqueles que gosto.. mas não deixei comentário.. estou com uma enorme preguiça! O tempo está a ficar cinzento.. é Outono.. estou um bocadito nostálgica, cinzenta como a noite... vou colar uma poesia e vou até ao sofá fazer nada!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/velas.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após o pôr-do-sol &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2687/3811/1600/velas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terei você junto a mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu os abrirei e terei meu sonho realizado,,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RvgUp8Q17MI/AAAAAAAAANY/yAtylSdFDxg/s1600-h/sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E quando eu os abrir, você estará ao meu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RvgUp8Q17MI/AAAAAAAAANY/yAtylSdFDxg/s1600-h/sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113860087663160514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="151" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RvgUp8Q17MI/AAAAAAAAANY/yAtylSdFDxg/s200/sombra.jpg" width="208" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RvgUp8Q17MI/AAAAAAAAANY/yAtylSdFDxg/s1600-h/sombra.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poderei tocar-te, sentir teu fôlego, teu ar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poderei ter você em meus braços,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem sabe se eu abrir os olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poderei ter você em meus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ter você em um abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ter você junto a mim... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quem sabe se eu fechar os olhos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;( poesia autor desconhecido ; fotografia de Joana Lorça)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-8496342904444925774?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/8496342904444925774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=8496342904444925774&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8496342904444925774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8496342904444925774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/09/quem-sabe-se-eu-fechar-os-olhos.html' title='Quem sabe..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RvgUp8Q17MI/AAAAAAAAANY/yAtylSdFDxg/s72-c/sombra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-2107315595697169734</id><published>2007-09-16T18:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:48:53.843+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Ru1n7EUMNaI/AAAAAAAAAM4/IrHZ1FRVcTU/s1600-h/maosdadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Ru1n0UUMNZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GnrV8y34do0/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Porque hoje é dia 16 de Setembro..... e porque tenho o coração cheiinho das melhores recordações dum outro 16 de Setembro.. não consigo escrever nada.. só lembrar.. só sentir... só pen&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Ru1n0UUMNZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GnrV8y34do0/s1600-h/sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110855300639634834" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Ru1n0UUMNZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GnrV8y34do0/s200/sorriso.jpg" width="206" height="156" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;sar... só desejar... porque se há momentos na nossa vida que são inesquecíveis.. este dia foi é um deles... Não se vive de recordações, eu sei.. mas é tão bom recordar quase sentindo o que se sentiu em determinado momento... e digo quase porque há horas.. minutos.. segundos.. da nossa vida que são tão bons (ou tão maus) que é impossível voltar a sentir igual, por muitos outros optimos momentos que se vivam.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Esse dia 16 de Setembro é uma marca (positiva) na minha vida.. porque me deixa feliz só de pensar que aconteceu.. porque mudou a minha maneira de pensar .. a minha maneira de ver-me a mim e aos outros...e porque gosto muito mais de mim assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(imagens retirada dum blog)&lt;br /&gt;autor desconhecido&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/1504510200605074601-2107315595697169734?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/2107315595697169734/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=2107315595697169734&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2107315595697169734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2107315595697169734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post_16.html' title=''/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Ru1n0UUMNZI/AAAAAAAAAMw/GnrV8y34do0/s72-c/sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-5360885402595255975</id><published>2007-09-12T06:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T07:48:40.023+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sonho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frases'/><title type='text'>hoje acordei assim..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueCGEUMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dbjnD8kIPM8/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109195343024370978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueCGEUMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dbjnD8kIPM8/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Fica&lt;/span&gt; estabelecida a possibilidade de sonhar coisas impossíveis e de caminhar livremente em direção aos sonhos."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luciano Luppi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109205702485488994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueLhEUMNWI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sjJU4-Kwyys/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Naqueles momentos em que estou assim... mais sonhadora... mais.. mais... mais.. sei lá o quê!... gosto &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de ler e analisar essas frases feitas que se encontram por aí e &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que, geralmente são atibuidas a pessoas mais.. ou menos.. conhecidas. Penso que muitas&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueCGEUMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dbjnD8kIPM8/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109195343024370978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueCGEUMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dbjnD8kIPM8/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; d&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;essas frases.. se não a maioria.. nunca devem ter pensado pelo pensamento daquele qu&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueDw0UMNTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/u7yM0LuwtWQ/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109197176975406386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueDw0UMNTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/u7yM0LuwtWQ/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e é considerado seu autor.. gosto preferencialmente das frases bonitas.. cheias de esperança.. de energia.. de vida.. de sonho... Analiso-as... concordo com algumas.. discordo de outras.. e depois esqueço-as, naturalmente.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hoje acordei muito cedo.. como é hábito.. dei algumas voltas na cama.. percebi que já não voltaria a adormecer e resolvi vir até à net... depois de ler as notícias para f&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueCGEUMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dbjnD8kIPM8/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109195343024370978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueCGEUMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dbjnD8kIPM8/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;icar mais ou menos a par do que aconteceu por esse mundo, uma vez que já sei que durante o d&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueDw0UMNTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/u7yM0LuwtWQ/s1600-h/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109197176975406386" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueDw0UMNTI/AAAAAAAAAMA/u7yM0LuwtWQ/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ia não vou voltar a ter tempo para saber o que quer que seja... naveguei por alguns sites de poesia... encontrei a frase que copiei para aqui.. já a tinha lido muitas vezes.. mas hoje li-a de modo diferente.. com mais atenção... Considerei-a uma optima frase para iniciar o dia... uma frase que.. no fundo.. nos diz que nada é impossivel desde que se queira.. e se faça por isso, claro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Como a vida é feita não só da realidade mas também de esperança e sonhos... hoje vou iniciar o meu dia assim... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5109204959456146770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueK10UMNVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/rALRQZRjsQM/s200/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-5360885402595255975?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/5360885402595255975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=5360885402595255975&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5360885402595255975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5360885402595255975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/09/hoje-acordei-assim.html' title='hoje acordei assim..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RueCGEUMNSI/AAAAAAAAAL4/dbjnD8kIPM8/s72-c/aaaaaaaaaaaaa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-2724289638712539870</id><published>2007-09-09T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T23:36:56.071+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RuRDf4OLjUI/AAAAAAAAALo/ww-ZY3v2i_Y/s1600-h/ventodolente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108282092291853634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="187" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RuRDf4OLjUI/AAAAAAAAALo/ww-ZY3v2i_Y/s200/ventodolente.jpg" width="205" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;.. e assim se passou um fim de semana... calminho.. sem stress.. como me apetecia que fosse! Descansei e ganhei energias para mais uma semana.. tenho esperança que nao vai ser trabalho.. trabalho... trabalho... espero ( e desejo) ter bons momentos de.... agora faltaram-me as palavras!.. melhor eu dizer que espero ter bons momentos de TUDO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje de manhã saí muito cedo, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por ter acordado ainda mais cedo &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não ter nada que quisesse fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Não sabia por caminho tomar &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas o vento soprava forte, varria para um lado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E segui o caminho para onde o vento me soprava nas costas .....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Poesia de Álberto Caeiro e &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fotografia de Mbfotografia&lt;/em&gt;&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/1504510200605074601-2724289638712539870?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/2724289638712539870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=2724289638712539870&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2724289638712539870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2724289638712539870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RuRDf4OLjUI/AAAAAAAAALo/ww-ZY3v2i_Y/s72-c/ventodolente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-2842644691395786529</id><published>2007-09-07T22:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T23:10:51.298+01:00</updated><title type='text'>fim de semana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente fim de semana!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Esta semana foi enooooorme...! Não sei se foi por ter estado de férias.. se&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RuHH8oOLjSI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZkTlMYdnKnk/s1600-h/pensamento.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107583296817827106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" height="190" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RuHH8oOLjSI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZkTlMYdnKnk/s200/pensamento.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; foi porque o trabalho se acumulou, a verdade é que esta semana foi muito grande e cansativa.. Foi como se no inicio das férias eu tivesse feito "delete" a tudo o que estava na minha mente.. profissional, claro... Custou-me imenso reeniciar a actividade.. não me lembro de alguma vez isto me ter acontecido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;                                 *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora tenho pela frente dois dias... inteirinhos... em branco... para eu escrever neles o que me apetecer! Hoje, naturalmente, só me apetece relaxar.. ver tv.. vejo o concurso "A Herança" porque posso ir ouvindo enquanto "passeio" pelos blogs... e não tenho nem quero ter planos para amanhã!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foto retirada de "Sussurros da Lua"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-2842644691395786529?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/2842644691395786529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=2842644691395786529&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2842644691395786529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2842644691395786529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/09/fim-de-semana.html' title='fim de semana!'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RuHH8oOLjSI/AAAAAAAAALY/ZkTlMYdnKnk/s72-c/pensamento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-7851245635839845958</id><published>2007-09-05T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T23:40:32.832+01:00</updated><title type='text'>relaxar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106835478587084034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="144" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rt8fz4OLjQI/AAAAAAAAALI/xpO55sFheJA/s200/nua.jpg" width="232" border="0" /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Estou cansada.. sinto-me bem, mas a precisar de me deitar na areia da praia.. fechar os olhos.. e relaxar ouvindo o barulho do mar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Têm sido uns dias de muito trabalho.. gosto muito do que faço.. gosto de me sentir ocupada o tempo inteiro.. mas quando chego ao fim do dia estou com as baterias descarregadas! e depois este calor...... onde está o habitual vento da Figueira da Foz e que nos fez amaldiçoá-lo todo o mês de Agosto??? Dava tanto jeitinho agora.. Nem uma aragem!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-7851245635839845958?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/7851245635839845958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=7851245635839845958&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/7851245635839845958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/7851245635839845958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/09/relaxar.html' title='relaxar...'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rt8fz4OLjQI/AAAAAAAAALI/xpO55sFheJA/s72-c/nua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-1375596268138553839</id><published>2007-09-01T21:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T12:54:41.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Setembro</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtnSsYOLjOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dEZ117LdrnA/s1600-h/na+praia.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105343312459173090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="138" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtnSsYOLjOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dEZ117LdrnA/s200/na+praia.bmp" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é o primeiro dia de Setembro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto deste mês que agora se inicia.. é o mês em que, até hoje, aconteceram as melhores coisas da minha vida... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entro em Setembro acreditando que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;" Se não houver frutos, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valeu a beleza das flores; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se não houver flores, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valeu a sombra das folhas; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se não houver folhas, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;valeu a intenção da semente..." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henfil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;e com a certeza que "a vida é aquilo que fazemos dela"... por isso... pensamento positivo.. porque com o pensamento eu posso mudar a minha vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-1375596268138553839?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/1375596268138553839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=1375596268138553839&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1375596268138553839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1375596268138553839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/09/setembro.html' title='Setembro'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtnSsYOLjOI/AAAAAAAAAK4/dEZ117LdrnA/s72-c/na+praia.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-4890487151225553265</id><published>2007-08-31T22:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:46:58.571+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pintura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas'/><title type='text'>coisas que me deixam feliz..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje o dia correu bem.. de manhã, apesar de estar de férias.. de ser o meu último dia de férias!... fui até ao trabalho ver como estavam as coisas.. depois do almoço... pintura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Ainda não contei que agora ando numa de pintura de telas.. precisava encontrar algo que me agradasse fazer.. e que pudesse ir fazendo naqueles momentos em que apetece esquecer tudo.. relaxar.. há muitos anos fiz umas tentativas pela pintura.. nessa altura trabalhava longe de casa.. tinha outras preocupações.. o tempo era pouco.. e a verdade é que não resultou.. mas há já algum tempo que comecei a sentir novamente esse desejo.. no inicio do Verão decidi: comprei todo o material necessário... passei os olhos por alguns livros sobre o assunto.. fiz algumas pesquisas na net... e meti mãos à obra! e agora sempre que tenho algum tempinho livre.. pinto.. e estou a adorar... estou a gostar muito mais do que imaginei que gostaria! Um dia destes coloco aqui umas fotos das minhas pinturas... não são nada de especial... nada mesmo... e estão cheias de defeitos, como é natural... mas é uma coisa que estou a gostar de fazer.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Coisas que me deixam feliz:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;as minhas filhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ver o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;andar na praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o sorriso de uma criança&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104981594608471234" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtiJtoOLjMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FhkWNW9Tzyc/s200/rosa+amarela.jpg" width="141" height="128" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;surpreender alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ser surpreendida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;rosas amarelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;relaxar ouvindo música&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;relaxar no silêncio (!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ter amigos verdadeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;acordar com o sol dentro de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;apanhar aquela chuvinha "molha tolos"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ser abraçada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pintar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;brincar com as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;algumas poesias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;muitas cores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;ler e ver filmes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pensar positivo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;fazer nada&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104991112255999186" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtiSXoOLjNI/AAAAAAAAAKw/oSaBYZ7pH80/s200/na+praia.jpg" width="155" height="87" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-4890487151225553265?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/4890487151225553265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=4890487151225553265&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4890487151225553265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4890487151225553265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/08/coisas-que-me-deixam-feliz.html' title='coisas que me deixam feliz..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtiJtoOLjMI/AAAAAAAAAKo/FhkWNW9Tzyc/s72-c/rosa+amarela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-2878779087426860437</id><published>2007-08-29T21:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T23:30:07.130+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogosfera'/><title type='text'>comentários...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtXmt4OLjLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9oDjh3GlzkU/s1600-h/blogosfera.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104239428554689714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" height="170" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtXmt4OLjLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9oDjh3GlzkU/s200/blogosfera.bmp" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Apesar de estar de férias, tenho espreitado os blogs quase todos os dias... tinha pensado que ia tirar férias também do computador.. mas isso só seria possível se não houvesse nenhum por perto!! Como viviamos nós antes da era da internet?? Quase nem recordo esses tempos.. parecem tão distante como os dinossauros!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Bom, mas como dizia, todos os dias.. com mais ou menos tempo.. tenho visitado os blogs por onde habitualmente "passeio".. quer dizer, pelos blogs que, por motivos diferentes, me dizem algo.. que gosto mais.. às vezes deixo comentários, outras não há tempo para isso... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje a Teté, do &lt;a onclick="" href="http://pequenoquiproquo.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;quiproquó&lt;/a&gt;, deixou um comentário no meu blog e resolvi ir ver se ela tinha escrito algo novo.. escreveu sim, um bonito texto sobre "prémios".. Eu concordo com ela.. há muitos prémios que são atribuidos a quem não os merece.. consta que até há quem compre prémios.. mas.... considero isso excepções que não fazem a regra.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Penso que é sempre bom receber um prémio.. é sempre bom que alguém considere que o merecemos.. seja lá pelo que for...mesmo que isso não nos aqueça nem arrefeça... a nossa vida continua na mesma.. mas sabe bem!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Há muito tempo que visito blogs.. tinha.. (tenho) um blog para onde copiava, essencialmente, poesias... e as minhas leituras aos blogs limitavam-se a isso mesmo... simples leituras!.. porque não comentava.. não dava a minha opinião.. sei lá porquê! Até que um dia decidi iniciar um blog diferente, onde escrevesse o que pensava, falasse sobre tudo e sobre nada.. e decidi, também, começar a comentar.. Posso-vos dizer que a partir desse momento passei a visitar a blogosfera doutro modo.. a ver isto com outros olhos.. porque acho que a inter-acção entre nós dá um carisma diferente a esta coisa.. quando, geralmente à noite; me ligo à net e entro no &lt;a onclick="" href="http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Coisas &amp; Loisas..&lt;/a&gt; mais do que escrever, gosto de ler os vossos comentários.. e gosto de responder-lhes.. e gosto de ir visitar-vos.. acabamos por criar um circulo de "amigos" e gostamos de "ouvir" o que pensam do que escrevemos... porque todos pomos sempre um bocadito de nós naquilo que postamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;O &lt;a onclick="" href="http://capitao-merda.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Capitão Merda&lt;/a&gt; chamou-me preguiçosa porque não andava a postar.. férias não são desculpa.. ok.. concordo com ele e abri o "editar mensagens".. o problema é que eu quando quando começo a escrever tenho uma certa dificuldade em parar..  "as conversas são como as cerejas", não é? como já perceberam.. para mim são mesmo como as cerejas.... e como as uvas.... e como..... fico por aqui!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;imagem retirada de www.francescjosep.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-2878779087426860437?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/2878779087426860437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=2878779087426860437&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2878779087426860437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/2878779087426860437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/08/comentrios.html' title='comentários...'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtXmt4OLjLI/AAAAAAAAAKg/9oDjh3GlzkU/s72-c/blogosfera.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-8288820031498107550</id><published>2007-08-25T23:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T23:42:19.418+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque hoje é sábado... ( e não me apetece escrever).. posto uma poesia..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não precisas dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Adivinho em teu silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Cada palavra pensada,&lt;br /&gt;Cada gesto omitido,&lt;br /&gt;Cada sorriso contido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtCumYOLjKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/92mhOAbRmRg/s1600-h/vermelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102770352170962082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 156px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtCumYOLjKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/92mhOAbRmRg/s200/vermelho.jpg" width="204" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não precisas dizer nada,&lt;br /&gt;Pois sei ler em tuas pausas.&lt;br /&gt;Elas são tão eloqüentes&lt;br /&gt;Quanto um poema de amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisas dizer nada.&lt;br /&gt;Fingirei não perceber&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que não falas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas revelas a cada dia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisas dizer nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Poesia se Orvalho da Lua;  foto de Olhares.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-8288820031498107550?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/8288820031498107550/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=8288820031498107550&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8288820031498107550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8288820031498107550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/08/poesia.html' title='Poesia..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RtCumYOLjKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/92mhOAbRmRg/s72-c/vermelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-281185091304851098</id><published>2007-08-24T22:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T23:46:06.632+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Não basta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alberto Caeiro'/><title type='text'>Sexta-feira..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é sexta-feira.. estou de férias há cinco dias.. cinco dias que passaram rapidinho.. em que fiz nada.. nem praia! acho que só preguicei mesmo... mas foram cinco bons dias! Como é possível dizer isto&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rs9V4IOLjGI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/vbJQq1b9PT0/s1600-h/nu.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; se não aconteceu nada de diferente.. se me limitei a deixar passar o tempo?? Não sei.............&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje aco&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rs9dFIOLjII/AAAAAAAAAKI/z431voJ98Os/s1600-h/naoha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102399245521751170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" height="229" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rs9dFIOLjII/AAAAAAAAAKI/z431voJ98Os/s200/naoha.jpg" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rdei cedinho, como sempre, mesmo em férias... e parei para pensar.. com vontade de fazer uma análise à minha vida.. (há dias assim!!).. tentei pôr as emoções de lado... despir-me de ideias feitas.. e fiquei.. de olhos fechados.. a pensar.. às vezes, um bocado cansada deste dia a dia, apetecia-me ter uma vida nova... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Penso que todos nós temos dias assim... talvez porque somos uns insatisafeitos.. até podemos ter tudo para ser felizes mas andamos sempre à procura de algo que nem sabemos o que é.... ou sabemos e não encontramos.. ou encontramos e não percebemos... e sonhamos.... sonhamos... e desejamos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;E porque acordei assim...apeteceu-me copiar para aqui este poema de &lt;em&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/em&gt;.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rs9SSIOLjFI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-CCRVuz_280/s1600-h/janela1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não basta abrir a janela p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ara ver os campos e o rio. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não é bastante não ser cego p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ara ver as árvores e as flores. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É preciso também não ter filosofia nenhuma. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com filosofia não há árvores: há idéias apenas. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há só cada um de nós, como uma cave. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há só uma janela fechada, e todo o mundo lá fora; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um sonho do que se poderia ver se a janela se abrisse, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E que nunca é o que se vê quando se abre a janela.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-281185091304851098?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/281185091304851098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=281185091304851098&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/281185091304851098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/281185091304851098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/08/sexta-feira.html' title='Sexta-feira..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rs9dFIOLjII/AAAAAAAAAKI/z431voJ98Os/s72-c/naoha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-155897555720967087</id><published>2007-08-22T22:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T22:44:40.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prémio'/><title type='text'>Recebi um prémio!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RsylooOLjDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2Y4fVfcCCd0/s1600-h/schmooze+award.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101634595314175026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RsylooOLjDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2Y4fVfcCCd0/s200/schmooze%252Baward.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://thereisaword.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a word&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; .. atribuiu-me um prémio.. o meu primeiro prémio neste mundo dos blogs.. obrigada, Vanessa! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O prémio foi criado pelo Mike do Ordinary Folk (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thingsbymike.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet  ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://thingsbymike.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;) Este prémio é uma tentativa de reunir os blogs que são adeptos aos relacionamentos "inter-blogs" fazendo um esforço para ser parte de uma conversação e não apenas de um monólogo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Eu podia ser assim.. modesta... e escrever aquela lenga lenga do " não sei se mereço este prémio.. blá blá blá"... mas a verdade é que desde que criei este blog que penso que não interessa nada escrever se não nos lerem e nos derem a sua opinião... e também gosto muito de ir dar uma voltinha pela blogosfera.. parar naqueles blogs que me agradam.. deixar um recadinho.. Claro que nem sempre é possível escrever em todos os que me apetece.. nem visitar sempre todos os blogs que gosto... As pessoas que por aqui andam sabem que nestas coisas da net o tempo passa sem nós darmos por isso.. muitas vezes entramos com a ideia "que é só um bocadito.. meia horita.." quando percebemos já se passaram algumas horas e vimos ou fizemos tão pouco! Bom, mas tudo isto para dizer que sou realmente adepta da inter acção entre blogers..acho muito interessante ler os comentários.. dizer o que penso.. no fundo tornarmos isto uma conversa pegada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;Penso que agora é a minha vez de indicar os blogs.. assim, dos muitos que considero que fazem a sua parte para que haja mais comunicação "inter-blogs".. indico:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://dassmld.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;DASS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://prateteraqui.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;P'ra te ter aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://brutoon.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;BruToon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://capitao-merda.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Capitão Merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://amsilva-amsilva.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Uma vida...na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-155897555720967087?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/155897555720967087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=155897555720967087&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/155897555720967087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/155897555720967087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/08/recebi-um-prmio.html' title='Recebi um prémio!!!'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RsylooOLjDI/AAAAAAAAAJg/2Y4fVfcCCd0/s72-c/schmooze%252Baward.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-3348846488073539580</id><published>2007-08-10T20:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T21:06:28.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhã é dia de praia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque hoje é sexta e amanhã é dia de descanso e de praia... devo postar, não é? Chega de preguiça.. porque isto de ter de trabalhar na primeira quinzena de Agosto não é para todos!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;"Amanhã é dia de praia"!.. escrevi eu.. a verdade é que estamos quase no fim do Verão.. sim, quase.. porque não tarda nada estamos no Outono.. como dizem os mais velhos: "primeiro dia de Agosto, primeiro dia de Inverno".. escrevi isto e ri-me &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RrzBmvkbVfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5-z_7JxGqts/s1600-h/mar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097161749625001458" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 218px; height: 179px;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RrzBmvkbVfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5-z_7JxGqts/s200/mar.jpg" border="0" height="197" width="177" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;porque acho que esses "mais velhos" são muito pessimistas! como é que em Agosto se pode pensar já em Inverno?? Esta coisa dos ditados populares pode dar muito que pensar se quisermos interpretar bem o que nos dizem, não é? Mas hoje não estou para aí virada.. não me apetece pensar!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Mas como eu dizia.. estamos quase a acabar o Verão e eu ainda nem fui à praia.. quando a tenho tão pertinho.. bem vou dizendo que preciso "corar" um bocadito.. mas na hora de sair para a praia dá-me cá uma preguiça!.. bem precisava que fosse a praia a vir ter comigo! mas já decidi.. para a semana ( não digo "no fim de semana" porque é já amanhã...) mas para a semana começo a ir à praia... saio do trabalho e vou até lá... vou ganhar uma corzita... vou apanhar um bocadito de sol na cabeça, também, a ver se arejo as ideias que bem andam a precisar! Preciso relaxar... e nada melhor do que o ar do mar para isso!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:Trebuchet MS;" &gt;Bom, se acontecer como quando eu lavo o carro.. para a semana teremos uma semana de chuva e não há sol e praia p´ra ninguém...........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-3348846488073539580?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/3348846488073539580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=3348846488073539580&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3348846488073539580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3348846488073539580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/08/amanh-dia-de-praia.html' title='Amanhã é dia de praia?'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RrzBmvkbVfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/5-z_7JxGqts/s72-c/mar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-693230344874337846</id><published>2007-08-08T22:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T05:54:02.014+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hoje..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rro9CvkbVeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DLhCSJTFWgc/s1600-h/calmaria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096453045661423074" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rro9CvkbVeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DLhCSJTFWgc/s200/calmaria.jpg" width="192" height="209" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Fotografia de Joana Lorça)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Não há dias que parecem mais brilhantes que outros?&lt;br /&gt;E não há manhãs que parecem mais sorridentes que outras?&lt;br /&gt;E também há dias em que as árvores parecem mais altas e o mar mais límpido!&lt;br /&gt;Não há dias em que a música parece mais doce, o ar mais puro e a água mais cristalina e o coração parece bater mais depressa?&lt;br /&gt;Porquê? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Sussurros da Lua"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-693230344874337846?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/693230344874337846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=693230344874337846&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/693230344874337846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/693230344874337846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/08/hoje.html' title='hoje..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rro9CvkbVeI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DLhCSJTFWgc/s72-c/calmaria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-4673635613956368180</id><published>2007-08-01T21:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T23:27:51.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Paixão (segundo S. Nicolau da Viola)..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, no carro, estava a ouvir rádio e às tantas dei comigo a trotear... com o Rui Veloso.. "A Paixão (segundo S. Nicolau da Viola)".. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto muito do Rui Veloso.. oiço sempre as suas músicas com muito agrado.. (muitas vezes peço a quem está comigo para não falar enquanto oiço a canção).. Gosto das músicas.. gosto das letras.. gosto de voz... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gosto muito... e pronto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recordo que há muitos anos.. a primeira vez que ouvi esta canção... comovi-me com a letra.. fiquei emocionada pela paixão "dele".. com o amor que a letra da cançao transmite....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ai o que eu passei só por te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a saliva que eu gastei&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;para te mudar&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RrEISPkbVaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/00YM5YXGCCk/s1600-h/coraÃ§ao+rosa.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093861763042727330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="78" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RrEISPkbVaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/00YM5YXGCCk/s200/cora%C3%A7ao+rosa.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas esse teu mundo era mais forte do que eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e nem com a força da música ele se moveu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RrDzOPkbVUI/AAAAAAAAAH8/2pS6G8NfdLw/s1600-h/coraÃ§ao.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mesmo &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;sabendo que não gostavas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;empenhei o meu anel de rubi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;para te levar ao concerto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;que havia no Rivoli"....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje, ao ouvir a letra com atenção... pensei uma coisa completamente oposta... Achei-"o" um grande egoista.. &lt;em&gt;" a saliva que gastei para te mudar"&lt;/em&gt; .. etc.. etc.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Como é que se ama alguém tanto, como ele diz.. e afinal faz tudo para mudá-la? Não a quer como ela é.. mas sim como ele gostaria que fosse?? Isso é amor?? Continuo a gostar da canção mas... já não me emociona.. já não a oiço com a mesma paixão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;E chego à conclusão que o tempo e a nossa experiência de vida fazem-nos ver as coisas de modo diferente.. talvez hoje eu seja mais realista.. embora continue a gostar de sonhar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu penso que quando se gosta mesmo de alguém temos de aceitar essa pessoa como ela é.. não pode nunca passar-nos pela cabeça mudá-la... porque ninguém muda! Pode-se mudar um bocadito, uma ou outra atitude.. por amor pode-se ceder muito.. mas no fundo.. lá dentro.. não mudamos... e como geralmente é sempre o mesmo que cede.. cansa-se.. e as coisas acabam por correr mal.. como correram n' A Paixão... e eu, que há muitos anos, ao ouvir esta canção, tive pena dele e comovi-me por ela ter ido embora... hoje acho que ela fez bem! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093838449960244530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 123px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="110" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RrDzFPkbVTI/AAAAAAAAAH0/xT9jKxnUabc/s200/dois.gif" width="145" border="0" /&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/1504510200605074601-4673635613956368180?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/4673635613956368180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=4673635613956368180&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4673635613956368180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4673635613956368180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/08/paixo-segundo-s-nicolau-da-viola.html' title='A Paixão (segundo S. Nicolau da Viola)..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RrEISPkbVaI/AAAAAAAAAIs/00YM5YXGCCk/s72-c/cora%C3%A7ao+rosa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-6594775726234426790</id><published>2007-07-31T21:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T23:05:40.750+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sonhos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093460119176041714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="165" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rq-a_fkbVPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RghdcY-epr8/s200/estrelas+rosa.gif" width="162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;" Fica estabelecida a possibilidade de sonhar coisas impossíveis e de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;caminhar livremente em direcção aos sonhos"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Luciano Luppi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Muitas vezes chego ao fim do dia com a sensação que faltou algo.. outras vezes parece que o dia me encheu as medidas.. não sabendo bem como ou porquê... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Vim até ao computador para fazer um relatório que ja devia ter sido entregue e que tenho vindo a adiar... ( quem tem vontade de fazer relatótios em férias??).. bom, a ideia era começar.. e acabar!.. o relatório... Não sei porque mas quando tenho de fazer alguma coisa por obrigação sinto sempre uma vontade doida de fazer outra.. e a verdade é que sem perceber como (!) dei comigo aqui...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Hoje tive um dia que não sei definir... fiz muitas coisitas.. sem importância.. daquelas que nem se veem.. tinha programado uma ida à praia logo pela manhazinha, mas o tempo trocou-me as voltas... é como quando eu lavo o carro.. de certeza que vai chover!.. quase nunca me apetece ir à praia.. quando decido que preciso mesmo duma corzinha e que se não for hoje, amanhã já é inverno... vem o tempo e muda-me os planos!.. então fui até ao trabalho.. mas só para conversar um bocadito.... estive com amigos.. com a familia.. quer dizer, não fiz nada de especial.. um dia normalissimo... no entando tenho o coração assim.. sossegado... como que adivinhando coisas boas.. é uma sensação de paz.. dava vontade de esquecer a realidade e sonhar........... e já decidi: hoje vou deixar levar-me pelo sonho!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1504510200605074601-6594775726234426790?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/6594775726234426790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=6594775726234426790&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/6594775726234426790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/6594775726234426790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/sonhos.html' title='sonhos..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rq-a_fkbVPI/AAAAAAAAAHU/RghdcY-epr8/s72-c/estrelas+rosa.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-921687019621784538</id><published>2007-07-29T07:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T08:04:07.322+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.. e porque estou de férias..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não estou pensando em nada &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E essa coisa central, que é coisa nenhuma, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É-me agradável como o ar da noite, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fresco, em contraste com o verão quente do dia,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092508895589127218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="153" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rqw52_kbVDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7vaCFsAc2OY/s200/careca.jpg" width="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Não estou pensando em nada.. e que bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Álvaro de Campos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-921687019621784538?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/921687019621784538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=921687019621784538&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/921687019621784538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/921687019621784538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/e-porque-estou-de-frias.html' title='.. e porque estou de férias..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rqw52_kbVDI/AAAAAAAAAFs/7vaCFsAc2OY/s72-c/careca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-1773736431880527051</id><published>2007-07-24T21:34:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T21:50:38.541+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Enfim.. férias!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RqZlLvkbVBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4odyeUWXtjU/s1600-h/ferias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090867681211143186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RqZlLvkbVBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4odyeUWXtjU/s200/ferias.jpg" width="143" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Iniciei hoje as minhas férias.. duas semanas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Logo pela manhã.. oito horas.. fui andar um bocadito a pé na praia.. andei uma horita.. da Rotunda do Pescador ao Cabo Mondego.. ida e volta! Soube-me muito bem.. relaxei.. a manhã estava optima.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois.. um almoço, bem demoradinho,com amigas.. antes de cada uma de nós "ir de férias".. Foi muito agradável.... a comida estava boa e a conversa ainda melhor...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seguiu-se de uma tarde de preguiça.. de fazer nada.... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090866869462324210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RqZkcfkbU_I/AAAAAAAAAFM/96X2CtcFkL0/s200/ferias2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para começo de férias foi um bom dia! sem horários... sem trabalho.. só relaxando.. Maravilha!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-1773736431880527051?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/1773736431880527051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=1773736431880527051&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1773736431880527051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/1773736431880527051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/enfim-frias.html' title='Enfim.. férias!'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RqZlLvkbVBI/AAAAAAAAAFc/4odyeUWXtjU/s72-c/ferias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-5432485718501631181</id><published>2007-07-20T22:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:23:18.051+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um desafio..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;A Dass lançou-me o desafio para contar &lt;em&gt;sete factos casuais&lt;/em&gt; da minha vida e depois indicar outras sete pessoas para fazerem o mesmo, deixando-lhes o desafio no seu blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RqE1n0S8FCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m6Qf8sCE6U4/s1600-h/coress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 108px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089408012074619938" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RqE1n0S8FCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m6Qf8sCE6U4/s200/coress.jpg" width="174" height="73" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Acho estes desafios interessantes.. acabamos por falar de coisas que nunca nos lembrariamos de abordar.. e até nos ajuda naqueles momentos em que nos apetece postar algo mas estamos sem ideias... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Coisas casuais.. sete... é preciso pensar.. recordar.... mas vamos a isso! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Casualmente, casei-me aos 18 anos... 18, sim... leram bem... e mais, casei porque quis.. porque quisemos.. não houve outro motivo.. hoje acho que não "regulava " bem... não precisava ter sido tão cedo... mas a verdade é que não estou arrependida de o ter feito.. tudo faz parte do nosso processo de aprendizagem de vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Casualmente, nasceram duas filhas que me enchem a vida! A primeira vez que fiquei grávida queria muito um menino... Nasceu uma menina e adorei que assim fosse! Depois veio outra... e sou muito feliz por as ter! ( embora gostasse muito de ter um rapaz, que seria o terceiro... )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Casualmente, escolhi a profissão que exerço... foi quase o tirar uma rifa a ver o que sai... não sou daquelas que desde pequeninas querem ser isto ou aquilo.. eu nao sabia mesmo... quando chegou a hora de escolher o curso eu não tinha ideia nenhuma... no entanto adoro a minha profissão.. adoro o que faço... apesar de ter sido por acaso... escolhi bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Casualmente, um dia o meu olhar cruzou-se com uns olhos lindos de morrer... e o sorriso que recebi em troca... nunca vou esquecer! Foi um sol que entrou no meu coração.. e ficou... e ficou... e ficou.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Casualmente, fui colocada a trabalhar num lugar com um optimo grupo de colegas .. foram uns anos inesqueciveis, penso que para todas nós, e fiz amigas.. amigas de verdade... entretanto fomos mudando de local de trabalho mas continuamos a encontrar-nos.. e porque a Amizade é algo indispensavel para nos sentirmos bem... posso dizer que tive muita sorte nesta casualidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Casualmente, vim viver para a Figueira da Foz... nasci longe daqui... e há vários anos.. muitos.. vim cá passar férias.. fins de semana... e acabámos por escolher a cidade para viver.. é uma cidade calma... linda.. e que me proporciona tudo o que eu preciso para me sentir bem ( tem um mar lindo.. uma serra encantadora... gente simpática..)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Casualmente, aceitei mudar de funções.. e estou a gostar muito do que faço... há dias muito cansativos.. há dias em que desanimo um pouco... mas.. ainda bem que aceitei! É outra experiência de vida... porque lido com muita gente e isso faz-nos ter um conhecimento da vida diferente.. mais alargado.. faz-nos crescer, entendendo melhor os outros! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 154px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089409562557813810" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RqE3CES8FDI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Scdx060g_Ss/s200/duas.jpg" width="138" height="104" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;depois disto preciso dizer que não há casualidades,coincidências.. tudo isto tem um fio condutor.. parecem casualidades.. nós vamos vendo isso assim.. mas se estivermos com atenção.. está tudo ligado... são estas casualidades que escrevem as páginas da nossa vida... porque neste bocadito que estive a escrever isto passaram por mim imensas recordações... a minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;.. eu gosto do acaso... acredito em coincidências.. mas às vezes não..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Agora devo indicar sete pessoas para fazerem o mesmo.. aqui vai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="link to home page" href="http://thereisaword.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://utopiadavida.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Utopia da Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://prateteraqui.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P'ra te ter aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://amsilva-amsilva.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uma vida...na estrada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://capitao-merda.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Capitão Merda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="" href="http://beija-memuito.blogspot.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Porque às vezes é preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://vidadecasado.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Vida de Casado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-5432485718501631181?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/5432485718501631181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=5432485718501631181&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5432485718501631181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5432485718501631181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/um-desafio.html' title='Um desafio..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RqE1n0S8FCI/AAAAAAAAAEs/m6Qf8sCE6U4/s72-c/coress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-8520556139027565923</id><published>2007-07-18T06:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T07:21:19.431+01:00</updated><title type='text'>e porque hoje acordei assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rp2wW0S8FBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1p0l3v6cM_s/s1600-h/mulHer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088417060040217618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 92px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="132" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rp2wW0S8FBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1p0l3v6cM_s/s200/mulHer.jpg" width="128" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;colo aqui este poema... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está escrito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos como o Sol e a Lua&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que de longe, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ficam um ao outro desejar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quando Sol vai dormir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;vem a Lua no céu espiar.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tanto quanto o Sol e a Lua, em eclipse, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;um dia, vamos nos reencontrar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;almas gêmeas, novamente a se unir &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que mais poderíamos desejar...? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está "escrito nas estrelas" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;que ainda vamos &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;debaixo deste lindo céu azul,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tu e eu nos amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-8520556139027565923?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/8520556139027565923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=8520556139027565923&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8520556139027565923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8520556139027565923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/e-porque-hoje-acordei-assim.html' title='e porque hoje acordei assim...'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rp2wW0S8FBI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1p0l3v6cM_s/s72-c/mulHer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-8850592313796777099</id><published>2007-07-16T22:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T22:43:40.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'>porque hoje estou assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpvjNES8E_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/biiG7QNiIy8/s1600-h/choro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087910017676088306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="90" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpvjNES8E_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/biiG7QNiIy8/s200/choro.jpg" width="136" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;... não me apetecem palavras ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-8850592313796777099?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/8850592313796777099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=8850592313796777099&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8850592313796777099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8850592313796777099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/porque-hoje-estou-assim.html' title='porque hoje estou assim...'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpvjNES8E_I/AAAAAAAAAEU/biiG7QNiIy8/s72-c/choro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-4232921511045316211</id><published>2007-07-15T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T21:32:16.969+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"mereci este domingo?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Tenho um amigo que diz que cada um de nós tem o que merece.. e argumenta com motivos t&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RppgH0S8E1I/AAAAAAAAADE/X2J-WF5grZA/s1600-h/ao+vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087484416481825618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" height="110" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RppgH0S8E1I/AAAAAAAAADE/X2J-WF5grZA/s200/ao+vento.jpg" width="132" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ão lógicos que muitas vezes me convence!! Dei comigo a pensar nisso agora.. neste domingo ao fim da tarde.. "mereci este domingo?".... fui a Lisboa logo de manhã.. saímos cedinho.. estava um dia cinzento.. daqueles que não gosto, porque me fazem ficar cinzenta tambem... depois... porque foi preciso "fazer tempo", dei comigo num centro comercial a ver montras.. era isso ou ficava no carro sozinha à espera.. Ora, eu detesto centros comerciais.. (e então ao domingo!!).. passada uma hora de estar lá deito fogo por todos os poros.. fico impaciente e com uma vontade doida de fugir! mas há que saber estar, não é?.. é uma droga não podermos fazer só o que nos apetece!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RppeAES8EzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/R1bX3BkUWfo/s1600-h/xadrez.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;No regresso à Figueira dormi.... e quando cheguei estava com uma disposição daquelas!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Não apetecia fazer nada.. nem ler.. nem ver um filme... ( não falo das tarefas caseiras porque essas então ainda apetecia menos!! além disso é domingo......) estive na net a ler as noticias e a ver blogs... encontrei alguns novos que anotei para os visitar de novo.... este mundo da blogosfera é cada vez maior e encontram-se blogs muito giros.. com muita imaginação.. e onde vale a pena voltar!... quando estamos no computador nem damos pelo passar do tempo.. mas como hoje estou impaciente.. estava a ficar cansada disto.. até que me lembrei de vir escrever qualquer coisa aqui... já há uns dias que não o fazia.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RppgZkS8E2I/AAAAAAAAADM/1I9TTc9xDys/s1600-h/xadrez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087484721424503650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" height="110" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RppgZkS8E2I/AAAAAAAAADM/1I9TTc9xDys/s200/xadrez.jpg" width="121" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Acabei de enviar uma mensagem a uma amiga.. "vamos tomar um café e conversar um bocadito?".. resposta " só se for cá em casa, não posso sair!" a mim apetecia-me tomar café e jogar conversa fora a ver o mar... Então pensei "que fiz para merecer este domingo tão chato? "... e já encontrei a resposta.. "Não fiz nada para ter um domingo diferente!! acomodei-me... fui preguiçosa.." Então estou a ter  o domingo que realmente mereço!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(ainda por cima acho que estou a queixar-me de barriga cheia.. porque não foi assim tão mau! há bem piores, não é?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-4232921511045316211?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/4232921511045316211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=4232921511045316211&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4232921511045316211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4232921511045316211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/mereci-este-domingo.html' title='&quot;mereci este domingo?&quot;'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RppgH0S8E1I/AAAAAAAAADE/X2J-WF5grZA/s72-c/ao+vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-5855290278383558626</id><published>2007-07-11T20:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:03:43.757+01:00</updated><title type='text'>divagações....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou ando co&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpU2twr5lZI/AAAAAAAAACk/BaU-q25egko/s1600-h/joaninha+flor+amarela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086031513975887250" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpU2twr5lZI/AAAAAAAAACk/BaU-q25egko/s320/joaninha+flor+amarela.jpg" width="200" height="296" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;m falta de imaginação ou ainda não me habituei a escrever para ser lida.. Abro o blog cheiinha de ideias... começo a escrever.... apago.. volto a outro tema... parece-me que nada fica bem! Acho que vou começar a escrever e não volto a ler... fica o que ficar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Estou a precisar de férias.. ou é isso ou começo a ficar com inveja dos veraneantes que andam por ai sem preocupações ( aparentes).. desfrutando deste vento com que S. Pedro nos tem presenteado! penso que alguém devia avisar o santo que já é Verão... ele deve ter o canal das notícias avariado e ainda não lhe chegou a informação.. ou isso ou está com alzheimer..... estas mudanças no tempo... ora chove.. ora faz sol.. ora esta um calor doido.. ora está frio.... é de quem não sabe o que anda a fazer! e a verdade é que implica com o meu humor... e fico como o tempo que estava ontem à noite: apetece-me levar tudo à frente!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Ando com vontade de ir at à praia... todos os dias vou ver o mar... a praia... mas esta vontade é de me bronzear mesmo!.. não que seja grande apreciadora de esta&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpU8Ugr5laI/AAAAAAAAACs/qQhUerCXA3Q/s1600-h/escada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 122px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086037677253957026" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpU8Ugr5laI/AAAAAAAAACs/qQhUerCXA3Q/s200/escada.jpg" width="109" height="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r esticada a apanhar sol sem fazer mais nada... mas ando branquérrima... ficava-me bem uma corzinha... o pior é que precisava ter perdido uns quilitos durante o inverno para me sentir bem.. e ainda ganhei mais alguns! Porque será que a minha vontade de comer é mais forte do que a minha vontade de perder peso??? Penso fazer uma dieta.. programo tudo... começo a dieta... parece que vai tudo bem... até que um dia (à noite!! sempre à noite!!) dá me uma vontade daquelas... e como tudo o que aparecer!  neste aspecto sou uma desgraça mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-5855290278383558626?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/5855290278383558626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=5855290278383558626&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5855290278383558626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5855290278383558626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/divagaes.html' title='divagações....'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpU2twr5lZI/AAAAAAAAACk/BaU-q25egko/s72-c/joaninha+flor+amarela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-8677283530081952069</id><published>2007-07-08T21:48:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T21:57:04.229+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084928669453489522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpFLrwr5lXI/AAAAAAAAACU/k373fB0VUBw/s320/pordosol.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Existem apenas duas maneiras de ver a vida. Uma é pensar que não existem milagres e a outra é pensar que tudo na vida é um milagre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Albert Einstein)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quase todas as fotos que insiro no meu blog são retiradas do site de fotografia especatcular &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://olhares.aeiou.pt/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;http://olhares.aeiou.pt/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-8677283530081952069?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/8677283530081952069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=8677283530081952069&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8677283530081952069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/8677283530081952069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/existem-apenas-duas-maneiras-de-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RpFLrwr5lXI/AAAAAAAAACU/k373fB0VUBw/s72-c/pordosol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-4699965400448015758</id><published>2007-07-04T20:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T21:09:07.269+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrek</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;Ontem fui ver o Shrek.. saí do trabalho cansada.. pensei ir dar a voltinha do costume até Buarcos.. de repente lembrei-me que tinha visto que o Shrek 3 estava cá.. &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RovxcQr5lUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8nTlbVNRXlE/s1600-h/shrek.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083422072235464002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 107px" height="139" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RovxcQr5lUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8nTlbVNRXlE/s320/shrek.jpg" width="163" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;"- Que melhor para descontrair.. do que ir ver um filme engraçado?" - pensei eu? (quer dizer.. há coisas melhores para descontrair.. mas na falta delas...!) Se bem o pensei melhor o fiz... fui comprar o bilhete.. fazer um bocadito de tempo à espera da hora... e lá relaxei a ver os desenhos animados.. história engraçada, vale a pena, para quem gosta do género.. piadas com graça.. frases com duplo sentido ditas na hora certa... ri muito e só por isso já valeu ter ido vê-lo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Já em casa dei comigo a pensar no ogre... feio.. feio mesmo.. se vissemos um real.. fugíamos.. gritávamos.. sei lá! Ao ver o filme sentimos ternura e alguma emoção pela sensibilidade dele.. tranquilidade e.. "amor e uma cabana"... é só o que ele deseja... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Eu tam&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rov4hgr5lVI/AAAAAAAAACA/qOUKbJRupts/s1600-h/shrek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083429859011171666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="109" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rov4hgr5lVI/AAAAAAAAACA/qOUKbJRupts/s320/shrek2.jpg" width="150" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bém desejo tranquilidade.. e amor... mas... uma cabana?? só se fosse muito confortável.. com todas as comodidades... acho que com o passar do tempo.. dos anos.. fui ficando muito comodista! Que foi feito dos meus sonhos de adolescência??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Pensei em voar mas senti a falta das asas...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em cantar mas senti a falta da voz...&lt;br /&gt;Refletindo, vi que a Natureza havia&lt;br /&gt;esquecido de me completar...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei, então..&lt;br /&gt;Por que querer tanto se o que tenho já me basta?&lt;br /&gt;E aí, saí voando e cantando, em pensamento..&lt;br /&gt;Que belo! Senti-me como uma privilegiada, nesse&lt;br /&gt;vasto universo de belezas."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;( Mais vale um belo sonho, do que uma realidade frustrada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000099;"&gt;(encontrei esta poesia, mas não sei quem a escreveu)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-4699965400448015758?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/4699965400448015758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=4699965400448015758&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4699965400448015758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/4699965400448015758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/shrek.html' title='Shrek'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RovxcQr5lUI/AAAAAAAAAB4/8nTlbVNRXlE/s72-c/shrek.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-5790501867893654732</id><published>2007-07-02T20:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T21:24:50.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>viagem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. porque hoje estou assim.. preguiçosa(!).. nao digo nada.. e deixo-me ser levada pela magia do sonho...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082687254870725938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RolVIQr5lTI/AAAAAAAAABw/NLXBYyd8pSw/s320/joaninhas+fila+indiana.jpg" width="317" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;vamos apenas viajar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por esta vida que nos acolheu.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tendo por limite o céu... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e por destino o infinito...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;aproveitando cada momento da viagem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;e fazendo dos nossos sonhos  a  realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-5790501867893654732?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/5790501867893654732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=5790501867893654732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5790501867893654732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5790501867893654732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/viagem.html' title='viagem'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RolVIQr5lTI/AAAAAAAAABw/NLXBYyd8pSw/s72-c/joaninhas+fila+indiana.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-3767299891223735916</id><published>2007-07-01T19:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:07:01.499+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. porque ontem foi sábado... e porque sim... foi diferente! E como eu disse que contaria o meu dia.. aqui vai..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RogBygr5lRI/AAAAAAAAABg/IQVdOdzp8pU/s1600-h/joaninha+folha+verde2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 125px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082314146766755090" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RogBygr5lRI/AAAAAAAAABg/IQVdOdzp8pU/s320/joaninha+folha+verde2.jpg" width="181" height="193" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagino que desde ontem à noite toda a blogosfera por aqui tem passado para saber que fiz..&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rof9Nwr5lPI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qniVKzB8foE/s1600-h/joaninha+flor+branca.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; porque isto dos blogs é assim… uma oportunidade que todos nós temos de cuscarmos a vida uns dos outros sem parecer mal… pelo contrário, até agradecemos a visita ao nosso blog e ficamos contentes que o comentem.. Eu, pelo menos, fico.. não vou mentir.. aliás, é mesmo para isso que o escrevo, para ser lido e comentado! Se fosse só para mim escrevia um diário à moda antiga, e tinha-o fechado a sete chaves! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas como eu ia dizendo.. falando sobre ontem.. foi-me proposto, pela família, um “passeio” até ao norte.. entre Douro e Minho… não era exactamente o que eu tinha em mente para um dia diferente mas foi agradável.. a paisagem é linda.. a conversa foi boa… e conheci um restaurante onde hei-de voltar, pela simpatia do dono e essencialmente por um polvo assado no forno com arroz do mesmo que estava divinal! e umas “batatas da escola”, simples.. maravilhosas.. que não posso deixar de repetir. A viagem valia nem que fosse só pelo almoço! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 383px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082314438824531234" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RogCDgr5lSI/AAAAAAAAABo/RWxUERW1ezI/s320/praia.jpg" width="319" height="148" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje.. como quase todos os domingos.. é um dia de preguiça.. de manhã fui dar uma voltinha.. ver o mar..depois do almoço fui tomar café à Farggi.. Buarcos começa a encher-se de veraneantes… coisa boa para as suas gentes.. casas alugadas.. mais comércio.. mas eu não gosto nada da cidade no Verão!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-3767299891223735916?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/3767299891223735916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=3767299891223735916&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3767299891223735916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3767299891223735916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/07/blog-post.html' title='ontem...'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RogBygr5lRI/AAAAAAAAABg/IQVdOdzp8pU/s72-c/joaninha+folha+verde2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-7045191297052825224</id><published>2007-06-30T07:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T07:32:33.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque hoje é sábado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;.... É bom&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; acordar cedinho… ir até à varanda ver como está o tempo.. sentir aquele friinho bom percorrer-nos o corpo.. o cheiro à terra húmida.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É bom ser sábado e não ter nada programado!! A perspectiva dum dia em que tudo o que vier será surpresa faz-me sentir bem.. O acordar todos os dias sabendo que as hipóteses de sair da rotina são poucas… trabalho.. almoço.. café.. um bocadito de conversa .. volta ao trabalho….. é um bocadinho desmotivante… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Claro que tento dar a volta a isto… à tardinha, um encontro com amigos onde se fala de tudo… de nós.. dos outros.. do país.. da nossa cidade… dos “nossos” políticos… onde se fala de de tudo e de nada... se contam anedotas.. se ri muito.. pode ser "o dar a volta" ao stress do dia a dia.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É imprescendivel, também, antes do regresso a casa.. uma voltinha a Buarcos, até ao Cabo Mondego para ver o mar... às vezes, conforme o tempo, fica-se no carro a ouvir música.. a sentir a calmia do mar.. a ver o pôr do sol.. outras vezes um passeio pela beira mar, sentindo a areia nos pés.... Gosto disto... embora haja dias.. muitos!.. em que me apetece sair da rotina.. e ser surpreendida por algo inesperado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RoX4IAr5lMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rsFGeKAVYEc/s1600-h/adivinhas4.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081740571064243394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 47px" height="85" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RoX4IAr5lMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rsFGeKAVYEc/s320/adivinhas4.jpg" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas hoje.. porque é sábado... e porque sim... será diferente!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois conto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/1504510200605074601-7045191297052825224?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/7045191297052825224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=7045191297052825224&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/7045191297052825224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/7045191297052825224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/06/porque-hoje-sbado.html' title='Porque hoje é sábado...'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RoX4IAr5lMI/AAAAAAAAAA4/rsFGeKAVYEc/s72-c/adivinhas4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-5957401408337926167</id><published>2007-06-27T06:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T06:09:56.549+01:00</updated><title type='text'>um dia de cada vez..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje acordei muito cedo… depois de ontem ter sido um dia enooooorme de trabalho e de ter tido uma noite com poucas horas de sono decidi aproveitar este tempinho para colocar alguma coisa no blog..&lt;br /&gt;Estava aind&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RoIAOgr5lKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0j4NAiln240/s1600-h/joaninhas+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 131px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080623578919572642" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RoIAOgr5lKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0j4NAiln240/s200/joaninhas+2.jpg" width="123" height="116" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a na cama.. assim… meio a dormir.. a pensar “levanto-me.. preguiço mais um bocadito.. ” quando me ocorreu que, desde o dia 23, todos os dias, e já lá vão três, devem vir imensos blogueiros espreitar o meu blog… imagino uma fila de espera imensa à janela para entrar.. ainda não pus um contador e não sei quantas centenas já cá vieram.. mas como dizia, penso que, nestes dias, devem ser muitos os que entraram no &lt;em&gt;Coisas &amp;amp; Loisas&lt;/em&gt; e depois.. Nada! Deve ser uma enorme desilusão… Ocorreu-me que se continuo assim perco a “clientela”.. deixei-me de preguiças e aqui estou!&lt;br /&gt;Não é fácil escolher o tema para um primeiro texto.. eu.. que falo tanto.. que gosto muito de escrever.. parece que fiquei inibida..  Antes de ter iniciado este cantinho devia ter organizado as ideias.. feito uma planificação detalhada, definido objectivos.. mas não.. fiz o que é habitual em mim.. avancei sem pensar.. ou antes, pensei “uma coisa de cada vez.. hoje “abro” o blog.. amanhã logo se vê”.. É&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RoH_9gr5lJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fRbuNv10xeQ/s1600-h/joaninhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 123px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080623286861796498" border="0" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RoH_9gr5lJI/AAAAAAAAAAg/fRbuNv10xeQ/s200/joaninhas.jpg" width="123" height="117" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; que eu sou mesmo assim, de improvisos.. porque gosto de surpresas, de coisas imprevistas, de não saber o que vai acontecer a seguir… um bocadinho de deixar andar as coisas ao acaso a ver o que acontece… Viajo um bocado pelos blogs.. há blogs sobre tudo e sobre nada, mesmo nada… há os muito engraçados, muitos cultos, muito picantes, muito parvos, muito.. muito.. “há de tudo neste supermercado de Deus”, como dizia o outro. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu ainda não decidi bem o tema do meu.. quer dizer, acabei de o fazer.. decidi agora que vou escrever o que me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;der na gana!! Nada de temas.. nada de assuntos pré-definidos.. Um dia de cada vez!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-5957401408337926167?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/5957401408337926167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=5957401408337926167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5957401408337926167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/5957401408337926167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/06/hoje-acordei-muito-cedo-depois-ontem.html' title='um dia de cada vez..'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/RoIAOgr5lKI/AAAAAAAAAAo/0j4NAiln240/s72-c/joaninhas+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1504510200605074601.post-3249096581933896989</id><published>2007-06-23T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T16:32:06.495+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"hoje é o primeiro dia.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rn2GAOJrKLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Nc6Kko64uo0/s1600-h/cores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079363293100583090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="210" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rn2GAOJrKLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Nc6Kko64uo0/s320/cores.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de muito adiar, começo hoje a escrever um blog... um blog onde escreverei o que penso.. o que vejo.. o que oiço.. o que sinto.. o que desejo.. onde escreverei coisas... acontecimentos do mundo.. do país.. desta cidade.. acasos da vida.. coincidências ou não... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apeteceu-me escrever, cantando.. " hoje é o primeiro dia do resto da minha vida..." depois pensei. " não, não é certamente o primeiro dia de uma vida nova só porque inicio um blog!!" eu tenho uma vidinha lá fora.. mas.. nunca se sabe o que o destino nos reserva, não é? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;O dia para o iniciar não foi escolhido.. foi por acaso.. sentei-me no computador... tinha um tempinho livre.. e mãos à obra.. É desta vez.. é hoje! Curiosamente hoje é um dia importante na Figueira da Foz ( e não só).. imagino que a cidade deve estar cheia de gente que vem festejar o S. João.. eu ficarei em casa.. por opção.. não me apetece sair, estar no meio da confusão.. a única coisa que ia bem eram umas sardinhas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#000099;"&gt;Ficarei por aqui a "trabalhar" no blog, a tentar dar-lhe um visual atractivo e que me agrade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1504510200605074601-3249096581933896989?l=coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/feeds/3249096581933896989/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1504510200605074601&amp;postID=3249096581933896989&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3249096581933896989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1504510200605074601/posts/default/3249096581933896989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://coisasecoincidencias.blogspot.com/2007/06/depois-de-muito-adiar-comeo-hoje.html' title='&quot;hoje é o primeiro dia..&quot;'/><author><name>4ever...  or never</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02856181822674760653</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_oaCj8CyZuGA/Rn2GAOJrKLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/Nc6Kko64uo0/s72-c/cores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
