<?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-8153530367902832034</id><updated>2011-10-02T16:41:19.972+01:00</updated><category term='Em casa'/><category term='Divagações'/><category term='Açores'/><category term='Frases'/><category term='Desejos'/><category term='Pensamentos'/><category term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><category term='Desafios'/><category term='Por esta é que não esperava'/><category term='Novelas da Vida Real'/><title type='text'>Quotidiano</title><subtitle type='html'>Todas as aventuras, desventuras, emoções, sensações, pensamentos e opiniões que constituem o dia-a-dia.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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>108</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-5201847233211642200</id><published>2011-01-02T22:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-02T22:21:28.892Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>BOM ANO PARA TODOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Este é o ano da crise, das contenções, das reduções e dos aumentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas tenho fé que também será um ano de alegrias, emoções e transformações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso vamos todos acreditar que os nossos sonhos (pelos menos alguns) se irão concretizar, que finalmente vamos deixar o trabalho precário e que é desta que passamos a fazer exercício físico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Citando alguém, 2011 é o meu ano. Vou finalmente ter a minha casa, vou partilha-la com o meu futuro marido e vou ser feliz (assim espero!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Espero que 2011 também seja o ano de todos aqueles que guardo no meu coração.&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/8153530367902832034-5201847233211642200?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2203924891753145878</id><published>2010-10-18T18:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T19:02:02.668+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não escrevo nada desde Agosto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Deveria ter muito para contar, mas na realidade não tenho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os meus dias úteis começam às 6:30 (pois agora sou mais uma portuguesa que se vê envolvida nos movimentos pendulares) e terminam por volta das 24:00. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Durante a semana desejo dormir mais e ao fim-de-semana concretizo esse desejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Continuo a manter o dia do cinema e a acreditar que vou começar a ir ao ginásio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No tempo que sobra faço planos, que nunca chego a concretizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-2203924891753145878?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2203924891753145878/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2203924891753145878&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 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type='text'>BANHO 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vai ser o meu primeiro "Banho 29". Como primeiro que é, fico só a assistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As noites até andam quentes, mas como lidero a tabelas das mulheres mais friorentas, não arrisco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como atracção estão os "La Fura Dels Baus". Também será a primeira vez que os vejo, pelo que li e vi, agradam-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/THo9_-6efdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NTtxArgZ4eI/s1600/foto_banho292010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/THo9_-6efdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NTtxArgZ4eI/s320/foto_banho292010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510785263470542290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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29'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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/_d_UIHlcIh2s/THo9_-6efdI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NTtxArgZ4eI/s72-c/foto_banho292010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2441202188187342944</id><published>2010-08-24T11:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T12:00:50.900+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>HOJE É DIA DE TEATRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" 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small;"&gt;Gostei, mas não me apaixonei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As cidades são iguais a tantas outras, mas têm a beleza dos Lagos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Após 7 horas de viagem no &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Glaciar Express&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; os Alpes ficaram vistos e confirmei a sua magnitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Gostei das aldeias perdidas nos Alpes e tive pena de não ir a banhos nas águas quentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1335541966511759257?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1335541966511759257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1335541966511759257&amp;isPopup=true' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-6787779317188057196</id><published>2010-08-04T18:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T19:13:07.041+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>PRAGA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/TFmswdwCZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/z3bwGqV41kM/s1600/SDC13167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/TFmswdwCZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/z3bwGqV41kM/s320/SDC13167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501618368429582178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; "&gt;Gostei!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Cansei as pernas de tanto andar, meti o nariz em tudo ou quase tudo,  comprovei (mais uma vez) que café bom e barato só no nosso país, achei a água má e cara e percebi que muitos checos não primam pela simpatia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vale a pena ir a Praga, nem que seja só para passear junto ao &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Vltava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;, desfrutar dos parques/ jardins e descansar numa esplanada com vista para os deslumbrantes edifícios históricos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='PRAGA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/TFmswdwCZ2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/z3bwGqV41kM/s72-c/SDC13167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3569169549224629985</id><published>2010-07-18T14:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T14:16:31.915+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>A BAGAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou a uns dias de entrar de férias e de começar a fazer a mala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Decidir o que pôr dentro de uma mala, que é sempre pequena demais para tudo aquilo que queremos levar, é uma tarefa nada aliciante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Começo por fazer uma lista (até aqui tudo bem), depois escolho a mala (também com tranquilidade) e por fim arrumo tudo o que preciso e não preciso, mas quero levar (e é neste ponto que começa o stress). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se tivesse muito dinheiro, não levava nada e comprava tudo no destino, ou levava as malas que quisesse, ou fretava um avião. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como não tenho, faço as malas, desespero e rezo para não me perderem a bagagem.&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/8153530367902832034-3569169549224629985?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3569169549224629985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3569169549224629985&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É decididamente verão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O calor chegou, mas como é habitual não estamos satisfeitos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há umas semanas o problema era a falta de sol, agora o problema é calor a mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Com ou sem sol, o tempo é de férias. Estou quase a gozar as minhas. Já começo a ter mais tempo para fazer aquilo que me dá mais prazer, NADA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas este ano o "nada" vai ser preenchido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Começo as férias com o casamento dos amigos "açoreanos", depois faço uma escapadela a Praga e termino em terras suíças. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-6344515130533677277?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6344515130533677277/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=6344515130533677277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6344515130533677277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6344515130533677277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/07/calor-sol-praia-verao.html' title='CALOR, SOL, PRAIA, VERÃO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2643615379344821180</id><published>2010-06-16T17:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T17:24:35.489+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novelas da Vida Real'/><title type='text'>VIOLÊNCIA AO VOLANTE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ia descansadamente no meu veículo automóvel, eis senão quando tudo se passa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;No carro à minha frente segue um casal. Ela gesticulava e parecia falar muito alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Passado alguns minutos, voa pela janela um CD. Lá ficou abandonado em pleno alcatrão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A seguir a rapariga, com uma direita bastante forte, dá um belo de um murro no rapaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ele não reagiu e eu perdi o carro de vista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E foi assim que assisti à minha primeira cena de violência doméstica!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É triste quando as pessoas resolvem (ou não) os seus problemas com agressões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O mais preocupante é que ainda acontece e em casais jovens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-2643615379344821180?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2643615379344821180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2643615379344821180&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2643615379344821180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2643615379344821180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/06/violencia-ao-volante.html' title='VIOLÊNCIA AO VOLANTE'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2639411306036948644</id><published>2010-06-10T18:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T18:53:16.908+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>COM OU SEM CAMA.... DURMO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou com um problema de sono...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto-me cansada e sei que preciso dormir mais horas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Até aqui tudo bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O problema é que, quando posso dormir até mais tarde, acordo bastante cedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Resultado, à noite deixo-me dormir em qualquer sítio... A luta para evitar o fechar de olhos é constante. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Também acontece conseguir dormir 7 horas seguidas, o que seria óptimo, se não acordasse com dores de cabeça! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Portanto só vejo uma solução, é dormir nos cafés, bares, restaurantes e em qualquer outro sítio impróprio para tal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;P.S. - A ida à Zambujeira também não ajudou muito. Parece que com a idade estou cada vez mais exigente com o "colchão"!&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/8153530367902832034-2639411306036948644?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2639411306036948644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2639411306036948644&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2639411306036948644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2639411306036948644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/06/com-ou-sem-cama-durmo.html' title='COM OU SEM CAMA.... DURMO!!!'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4603096318052848384</id><published>2010-06-03T20:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:36:08.225+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>MAIS UM FIM-DE-SEMANA À PORTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mais um passeio para arejar a mente e fortalecer o espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Desta vez vou até à Zambujeira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Espero aproveitar a praia e desfrutar a calma alentejana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nada como sair com o rabo de casa para me sentir muito melhor :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-4603096318052848384?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4603096318052848384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4603096318052848384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ROTINA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, serif; font-size: small; "&gt;Fim-de-semana à porta....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.... passear, passear....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;.... pela capital!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-9031462482393976954?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/9031462482393976954/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=9031462482393976954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/9031462482393976954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/9031462482393976954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/05/fugir-rotina.html' title='FUGIR À ROTINA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-9057749409072024435</id><published>2010-05-07T18:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T18:58:16.033+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>DÚVIDAS SEM RESPOSTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é que podemos saber se estamos a seguir o caminho certo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é que sabemos que está na altura de dizer "CHEGA".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quantas vezes é possível perdoar sem cair no ridículo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é que sabemos que estamos a lutar por aquilo que queremos, e não a insistir por não querermos admitir que falhamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;São tantas as dúvidas para as quais não tenho resposta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que o tempo vai encarregar-se de responder, até lá vivemos com algumas quedas envoltas em sofrimento e amortecidas por momentos de felicidade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é que sabemos que é isso que queremos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que não sabemos. Só saberemos quando aparecer algo melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-9057749409072024435?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/9057749409072024435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=9057749409072024435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/9057749409072024435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/9057749409072024435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/05/duvidas-sem-resposta.html' title='DÚVIDAS SEM RESPOSTA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-5853252675875259659</id><published>2010-04-25T14:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T14:58:50.053+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>A LISTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A vida é feita de momentos de felicidade.  E são várias as coisas que são responsáveis por isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Normalmente não perdermos tempo a pensar nem a agradecer o que nos traz felicidade. Pelo contrário, os problemas e as tristezas estão sempre na nossa mente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por isso, hoje, resolvi fazer uma lista aleatória com 5 coisas, que me proporcionam alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- Os amigos - são poucos, muitos estão longe, mas são os MELHORES;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- O veredicto médico - está de boa saúde, parabéns;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- O namorado - a fase de início de namoro é sempre (ou quase sempre) óptima;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- O sol - ter dias quentes, com o sol a brilhar, dão-me sempre vontade de sorrir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- O fim-de-semana - quando passado em boa companhia e a fazer coisas boas para a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-5853252675875259659?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5853252675875259659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=5853252675875259659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5853252675875259659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5853252675875259659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/04/lista.html' title='A LISTA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2133882377963639575</id><published>2010-04-19T11:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T11:22:11.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'>SINTOMAS DE 2º FEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para variar começo a semana com sono. Tenho sempre muito sono à 2º feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas também tenho bastante energia. A energia motivada pelo desejo de chegar rapidamente a 6º feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na 2º feira é o dia de rever os colegas de trabalho. Alguns revemos com entusiasmo, outros temos vontade de não voltar a vê-los. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A 2º feira é o dia de ouvir coisas engraçadas, de quem se esquece que o fim-de-semana já acabou e que está no local de trabalho. A desta semana foi: Viste pretos? Estavam lá muitos? Preciso de ver cabo-verdianos". Eu só consegui responder um tímido não. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-2133882377963639575?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2133882377963639575/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2133882377963639575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2133882377963639575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2133882377963639575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/04/sintomas-de-2-feira.html' title='SINTOMAS DE 2º FEIRA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-668920685349527693</id><published>2010-03-29T11:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T11:33:58.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>31 PRIMAVERAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Já passou, não doeu nada. Foi a consolidação dos trinta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Obrigada a todos os que partilharam o dia comigo, aos que queriam partilhar mas não conseguiram, aos que telefonaram, aos que deixaram mensagens, aos que não se lembraram mas queriam ter-se lembrado :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguns aniversários ficam na memória, outros nem tanto. Este será um dos que fica guardado como uma boa recordação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem grandes festanças mas em sincera comunhão, soprei as velas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O bolo não era propriamente bonito (o cesto de flores não foi uma escolha feliz), mas era amarelo para combinar com o dia radioso que esteve :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Agora só resta esperar que "este começo seja muito melhor que o final". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daqui a um ano escrevo a contar se os desejos pedidos, aquando a trinca nas velas, se concretizaram.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-668920685349527693?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/668920685349527693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=668920685349527693&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/668920685349527693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/668920685349527693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/03/31-primaveras.html' title='31 PRIMAVERAS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2541178359945600229</id><published>2010-03-26T21:16:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T21:25:16.050Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Por esta é que não esperava'/><title type='text'>PÉROLAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A pedido da minha amiga Ana e, também, porque já estava na altura, vou reanimar o blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Após breves instantes a pensar sobre o que iria escrever, decidi que seria sobre pérolas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não, não são essas que estão a pensar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu não sou pessoa muito dotada para a escrita, a pontuação é uma dificuldade, o vocabulário não é muito rico, as palavras menos comuns podem suscitar-me dúvidas, mas o mínimo cumpro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já vi miúdos escreverem coisas inacreditáveis e de difícil compreensão, agora adultos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Refiro-me a:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- "Enterrupção" em vez de interrupção;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- "Pesquiza" em vez de pesquisa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;- "Etro-avaliação" em vez de hetero-avaliação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E com estas pérolas vos deixo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-2541178359945600229?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2541178359945600229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2541178359945600229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2541178359945600229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2541178359945600229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/03/perolas.html' title='PÉROLAS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1252866483311559646</id><published>2010-03-12T21:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:57:45.731Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>EM CASA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em casa uma sexta à noite? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Já não estou habituada. Aliás não estou habituada a passar qualquer serão em casa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Resultado, tédio, muito tédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Realmente o ser humano é um animal de hábitos. E eu não fujo à regra. mas só gosto dos hábitos bons :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1252866483311559646?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1252866483311559646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1252866483311559646&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1252866483311559646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1252866483311559646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/03/em-casa.html' title='EM CASA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-8073912782293657345</id><published>2010-03-03T21:27:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T21:39:15.188Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>ATINGIR A PULSO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Será agir por impulso ou impulso de agir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É qualquer coisa que me leva a fazer o que quero, quando quero e com quem quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A realidade é que com o passar dos anos qualquer coisa mudou....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas mudanças físicas são pouco importantes, as verdadeiramente importantes são as que acontecem "cá dentro".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O meu "não" de ontem, é hoje um "sim"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O meu grau de tolerância está muito maior e a relatividade com que vejo a vida também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por outro lado, as minhas ambições são cada vez mais pequenas. Tenho é mais vontade de concretiza-las.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-8073912782293657345?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8073912782293657345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=8073912782293657345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8073912782293657345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8073912782293657345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/03/atingir-pulso.html' title='ATINGIR A PULSO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7084520451156981438</id><published>2010-02-26T16:36:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-26T16:52:43.955Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>OLHANDO O MAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;Hoje fui tomar café à Galé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fiquei surpreendida com a quantidade de pessoas que estavam dentro do carro, parado junto ao mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uns liam, outros faziam palavras cruzadas, outros dormiam ao som das ondas e havia quem, simplesmente, contemplasse o mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Na sua maioria eram homens ou casais na casa dos 60, que encontraram uma forma tranquilizante de ocupar o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por momentos senti vontade de fazer o mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que será uma experiência a concretizar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7084520451156981438?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7084520451156981438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7084520451156981438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7084520451156981438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7084520451156981438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/02/olhando-o-mar.html' title='OLHANDO O MAR'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7363984066247051525</id><published>2010-02-21T14:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T14:15:47.340Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novelas da Vida Real'/><title type='text'>CURTO, MUITO CURTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Após tantos avanços e recuos, a "coisa" parecia encaminhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tudo maravilhoso, bom demais para ser verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Claro que a vida real não é assim, e, de repente, o sonho acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem grandes indícios, volta a recuar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por agora ficam boas memórias, mas também marcas de sofrimento e receio pelo futuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7363984066247051525?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-8190178252045938957</id><published>2010-02-07T21:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:25:26.519Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Por esta é que não esperava'/><title type='text'>SEM COMPREENSÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não consigo perceber o sucesso do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Farmeville&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Bem sei que nunca experimentei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mas nunca vi tanta vontade de trabalhar a terra como agora. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Há muita terra disponível para isso, não precisam faze-lo virtualmente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;A maioria dos jogadores são mulheres com mais de 35 anos. Sem comentários...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-8190178252045938957?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8190178252045938957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=8190178252045938957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8190178252045938957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8190178252045938957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/02/sem-compreensao.html' title='SEM COMPREENSÃO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7513691869507120487</id><published>2010-01-31T16:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-31T16:09:14.680Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Por esta é que não esperava'/><title type='text'>SALTOS ALTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Após vários testes, reconheço os saltos altos como uma importante arma de sedução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Basta usar saltos para que tudo mude. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Os homens olham para nós com desejo e as mulheres passam a considerar-nos como adversárias de respeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se considerava a maquilhagem importante, agora ainda acho mais; se achava o salto alto acessório, agora considero-o fundamental!&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/8153530367902832034-7513691869507120487?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7513691869507120487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7513691869507120487&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7513691869507120487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7513691869507120487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/01/saltos-altos.html' title='SALTOS ALTOS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2626820973707946546</id><published>2010-01-21T20:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:55:37.209Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novelas da Vida Real'/><title type='text'>SENTIMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O tempo deveria proporcionar distanciamento, deveria ajudar no esquecimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A proximidade é cada vez maior, a vontade aumenta e o constrangimento também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em vez da felicidade, vive-se dor. Em vez da leveza suporta-se o peso da pressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sem receitas, sem soluções, sem ideias brilhantes....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Adiam-se decisões e acumulam-se frustrações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='SENTIMENTO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1024964124962276243</id><published>2010-01-19T21:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:35:20.975Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>QUESTÕES AMOROSAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como é possível alguém gostar de duas pessoas ao mesmo tempo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A mim parece-me impossível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acho que na realidade não gosta verdadeiramente de nenhuma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Só descobrirá o significado da palavra gostar quando descobrir a alma gémea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Até lá, acredita que gosta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1024964124962276243?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1024964124962276243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1024964124962276243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1024964124962276243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1024964124962276243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/01/questoes-amorosas.html' title='QUESTÕES AMOROSAS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7721209029140017927</id><published>2010-01-18T21:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:34:28.225Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>TRIVIALIDADES</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A balança diz que peso menos :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sou uma mulher quase feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quase, porque ainda preciso de perder mais um quilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E depois é só fazer horas e horas de ginásio, para tonificar o corpo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title='TRIVIALIDADES'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2697930784809234484</id><published>2010-01-17T22:04:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:19:31.142Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novelas da Vida Real'/><title type='text'>NOVELA REAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Um café inocente tornou-se em algo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Enquanto eles trocavam afectos, palavras e sorrisos, alguém observava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Uma colega de trabalho que não deveria lá estar. Era um segredo, ninguém poderia saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;À porta de casa alguém esperava, e pacientemente esperou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;De forma descontrolada iniciou a sua perseguição. Queria apenas marcar a sua presença ou apenas incomodar, intimidar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Agora surgem outras preocupações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Será que a primeira vai contar o que viu? Será que a segunda vai continuar a atacar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;O que fazer? Ele não sabe, ela decidiu afastar-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-2697930784809234484?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2697930784809234484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2697930784809234484&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2697930784809234484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2697930784809234484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/01/novela-real.html' title='NOVELA REAL'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3679163045049374766</id><published>2010-01-13T20:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:35:16.512Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>CASAMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não, não estou a pensar em casar. Longe disso. Apenas estive a pensar sobre os casamentos. Talvez inspirada pelo tão falado casamento homossexual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Acredito que partilhar a nossa vida com alguém não seja tarefa fácil. Mas alguns casais conseguem tornar-la mais leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tenho um casal amigo que tem um casamento, para mim, ideal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há liberdade, respeito e confiança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ambos têm espaço para fazer aquilo que gostam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há pressões para estarem sempre juntos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O convívio com amigos é constante, mas deixando sempre tempo para estarem sós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Em suma, vivem um casamento bastante saudável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-3679163045049374766?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3679163045049374766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3679163045049374766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3679163045049374766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3679163045049374766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/01/casamentos.html' title='CASAMENTOS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7973803851477078515</id><published>2010-01-12T23:03:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T23:12:45.788Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Por esta é que não esperava'/><title type='text'>ATRACÇÃO, OU NÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E se o resistível for irresistível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Pois não sei...  Parece que o fruto proibido é mesmo o mais apetecido. Continuo a alimentar o que já devia estar "morto e enterrado".  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E para quê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; - Não sei, acho que apenas por capricho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Havia necessidade? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Não, mas é mais forte do que tudo o resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Como é que isto vai acabar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;- Provavelmente mal. E para mim, deve mesmo acabar MUITO MAL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Decididamente ando fora de mim. Quem me encontrar, por favor devolva ao remetente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7973803851477078515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7973803851477078515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/01/atraccao-ou-nao.html' title='ATRACÇÃO, OU NÃO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1464777663620683991</id><published>2010-01-09T13:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-09T13:35:01.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O começo do novo ano tem sido atribulado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Primeiro a história do outro que tinha outra e que queria ter outra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois a zumbideira que parece ser definitiva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A seguir minha sede de consumismo que parecia quase incontrolável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Nos entretantos aderi ao facebook. À partida até parece inofensivo, não fosse o caso de ter amigos que não queria ter e de ter ocupado o meu tempo com quizes patetas (do tipo, que mamas és tu?). Só falta mesmo começar com a mania do farmeville. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Agora ando com a mania que posso ser uma "toura". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Decididamente algo se passa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Em conversa com a Mónica e a Susana surgiu o "ser só" e o "sentir solidão". Pode ser um explicação. Estou só, por isso tenho rasgos de loucura para não sentir a solidão. Ou então é mesmo o zumbido nos ouvidos que está a dar cabo disto tudo.       &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/8153530367902832034-1464777663620683991?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1464777663620683991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1464777663620683991&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1464777663620683991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1464777663620683991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-comeco-do-novo-ano-tem-sido.html' title=''/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-690482672600497317</id><published>2010-01-05T11:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T11:59:40.686Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>CURTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Podia ter sido um filme, mas limitei-me a viver uma curta metragem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='CURTA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4470408694008607465</id><published>2009-12-30T19:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T19:16:40.628Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>SERÁ QUE É MESMO ASSIM?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Após exaustiva reflexão, eis que concluo que:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma, acha engraçada e quer sexo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da outra meia dúzia, acha graça e quer ou tem sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, portanto, tudo se resume a sexo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim sendo.... é homem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-4470408694008607465?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4470408694008607465/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4470408694008607465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4470408694008607465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4470408694008607465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/sera-que-e-mesmo-assim.html' title='SERÁ QUE É MESMO ASSIM?'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1595579402763891216</id><published>2009-12-29T22:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:46:53.073Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>O PRIMEIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inesperadamente houve uma aproximação,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;e de conversa em conversa, apareceu o convite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;com ele veio o prenúncio de intimidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que foi o primeiro de muitos ou o primeiro e último?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Só o destino dirá. O que quero? Ainda não sei....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1595579402763891216?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1595579402763891216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1595579402763891216&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1595579402763891216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1595579402763891216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-primeiro.html' title='O PRIMEIRO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1290822798520755121</id><published>2009-12-25T18:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-25T18:30:48.076Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>EM ALTURA DE FESTAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SzUEElACJpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IbHmyPC4T0Y/s1600-h/natal_arvore_grande_c_anjo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419242203308500626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SzUEElACJpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IbHmyPC4T0Y/s320/natal_arvore_grande_c_anjo.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Natal é sempre passado na terra do pai. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entre Évora e Portalegre, algures perdida no meio da calmia alentejana, situa-se a vila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Passar aqui o Natal, ou qualquer época do ano, é sinónimo de paz, isolamento e tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O convívio é pouco, a comunicação com o exterior não é fácil, por isso temos tempo para o tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aproveitando os raros momentos de rede, desejo a todos umas BOAS FESTAS!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Espero que 2010 seja aquele ano, que há muito merecemos ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8153530367902832034-1290822798520755121?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1290822798520755121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1290822798520755121&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1290822798520755121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1290822798520755121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/em-altura-de-festas.html' title='EM ALTURA DE FESTAS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SzUEElACJpI/AAAAAAAAAEE/IbHmyPC4T0Y/s72-c/natal_arvore_grande_c_anjo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-5127535113560021504</id><published>2009-12-16T14:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-16T15:48:39.543Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>QUASE NO FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estamos na recta final. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O final está a aproximar-se e eu com as indecisões habituais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com calma tudo de faz, desta vez estou com tanta calma que até irrita. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O grande problema é que a calma leva-me a deixar tudo para último o momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que todos são como eu? O que é desconfortável fica para amanhã?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-5127535113560021504?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5127535113560021504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=5127535113560021504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5127535113560021504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5127535113560021504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/quase-no-fim.html' title='QUASE NO FIM'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1570524284979592299</id><published>2009-12-11T21:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T21:36:45.407Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>AS MOÇAS DA 125</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Veio o frio mas elas continuam a "abrilhantar" as nossas estradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É vê-las na Nacional 125 com os seus cintos e tops. Parecem que já fazem parte da estrada, como de marcos se tratassem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O cenário é degradante, mas tal panorama não parece preocupar as nossas autoridades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assim sendo só nos resta circular na estrada ignorando as "beldades" e os clientes que por lá param.&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/8153530367902832034-1570524284979592299?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1570524284979592299/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1570524284979592299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1570524284979592299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1570524284979592299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/as-mocas-da-125.html' title='AS MOÇAS DA 125'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3873603316069968732</id><published>2009-12-08T15:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-08T15:18:53.107Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>O ANIVERSÁRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Ritinha fez anos! Teve direito a uma festa surpresa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Após ignorarmos os seus telefonemas, fomos às compras. No cesto veio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- bolo do Pateta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- velas do Tweety;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- tiaras de princesa para as meninas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- chapéu do Ruca para os rapazes;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- livro da Leopoldina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Com tiaras e chapéus postos cantámos os parabéns, tirámos fotografias e oferecemos o livro da Leopoldina e um Kit da Body Shop com cheiro a coco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O digestivo foi tomado num bar, no qual entramos exibindo os nossos lindos adereços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi uma noite diferente, acho que ela gostou. Eu gostei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-3873603316069968732?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3873603316069968732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3873603316069968732&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3873603316069968732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3873603316069968732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-aniversario.html' title='O ANIVERSÁRIO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3940769938540356294</id><published>2009-12-06T18:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T18:24:20.654Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>NA NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem foi dia de saída com os colegas de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Iniciámos a noite com um jantar demasiado demorado para tão enfadonha conversa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A seguir fomos curtir a noite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A maioria venceu e fomos para um bar que já não frequentava há uns 5 anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo não passou por lá. O ambiente de engate é o mesmo, as músicas são iguais, os números idênticos e os cromos também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O som era proibitivo para ouvidos doentes como os meus e a paisagem era demasiado deprimente para os meus sensíveis olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-o machão português com a camisa aberta até ao umbigo e a cabeça com mais gel que cabelo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-A quarentona desesperadamente à procura de quem a "conforte";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-As miúdas novas que dançam como o fossem feitas de borracha;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;-Os casais fora do contexto, desde da roupa, ao penteado, à dança;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Como já vai sendo habitual, algumas mulheres bastante bonitas, mas homens deixavam todos muito a desejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No final ficámos quatro, ou melhor, três. O quarto engatou uma miúda qualquer e saiu sem dizer adeus. Noutro contexto, já vivi este episódio, só que o outro despedia-se. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/8153530367902832034-3940769938540356294?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3940769938540356294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3940769938540356294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3940769938540356294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3940769938540356294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/12/na-noite.html' title='NA NOITE'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-6198781182698395386</id><published>2009-11-15T22:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-15T22:38:55.623Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>OS HOMENS QUE TEMOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Onde estão os homens de antigamente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os homens estão cada vez mais femininos. Há cada vez mais uma inversão de géneros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Efectivamente, o que vejo não me agrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há cada vez mais homens que são mais femininos do que eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho mais pêlos, vou menos vezes a gabinetes de estética, uso menos cremes, sou menos sensível, gosto menos de tarefas domésticas, preocupo-me menos com a "linha"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Francamente, ao pé deles sou.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quase gajo!&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/8153530367902832034-6198781182698395386?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6198781182698395386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=6198781182698395386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6198781182698395386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6198781182698395386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-homens-que-temos.html' title='OS HOMENS QUE TEMOS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3675136369119071865</id><published>2009-11-06T22:26:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T22:47:33.324Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Por esta é que não esperava'/><title type='text'>UM MÊS, TRÊS CALINADAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os portugueses sempre foram dados a erros ortográficos. Acho que já é algo genético.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No entanto, as calinadas ortográficas eram mais frequentes nas classes menos instruídas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Actualmente até os licenciados dão erros ortográficos. Alguns até podem ser desculpáveis, outros nem tanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Três indivíduos diferentes, três calinadas bem grandes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Um escreveu preço com dois "s";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Outro escreveu pesquisa com "z";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Um outro disse que depois do ";" vem sempre uma maiúscula.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/11/um-mes-tres-calinadas.html' title='UM MÊS, TRÊS CALINADAS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3617897199821367576</id><published>2009-11-01T19:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:45:54.026Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>O QUE ME DEPRIME NUM HOMEM</title><content type='html'>O que me deprime muito, mesmo muito:&lt;br /&gt;- Um homem com peúga branca;&lt;br /&gt;- Um homem com camisa aberta e fio ao pescoço;&lt;br /&gt;- Um homem com peúga branca, camisa aberta e fio ao pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me deprime muito:&lt;br /&gt;-Um homem ser giro e simpático, mas falar mal português (sendo ele português);&lt;br /&gt;-Um homem ser giro e simpático, mas dar erros ortográficos;&lt;br /&gt;-Um homem ser giro e simpático, mas falar e escrever mal português (sendo ele português).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me deprime mais ou menos (e também me preocupa):&lt;br /&gt;-Os homens interessantes terem namorada, noiva ou mulher;&lt;br /&gt;- Não conhecer nenhum homem interessante num raio de 200 Km para cima;&lt;br /&gt;- Ter uma concorrência feminina cada vez mais forte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-3617897199821367576?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3617897199821367576/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3617897199821367576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3617897199821367576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3617897199821367576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-que-nos-deprime-num-homem.html' title='O QUE ME DEPRIME NUM HOMEM'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4914013010670013917</id><published>2009-10-21T18:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:17:19.723+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>OS HOMENS DO MEU TRABALHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais uma vez estou num local de trabalho pouco produtivo, no que diz respeito ao género masculino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há de tudo, mas com muito pouca qualidade. Até o chefe é mais uma "chefa", apesar de ser bastante fértil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O coordenador também vai pelo mesmo caminho. Já lá vão dois!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois há o grupo dos machões, calças justas o suficiente para realçar o "material" e cabelo grisalho envolvido em gel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Também há por lá um ser engraçado. As roupas são estranhas, a figura é singular, mas invejo-lhe a descontracção com que vive a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois há uma mão cheia de comuns mortais, que de tão comuns não interessam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Resumidamente, tenho um ambiente de trabalho deprimente....&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/8153530367902832034-4914013010670013917?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4914013010670013917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4914013010670013917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4914013010670013917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4914013010670013917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/10/os-homens-do-meu-trabalho.html' title='OS HOMENS DO MEU TRABALHO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-5107023602063672838</id><published>2009-10-18T18:54:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:09:38.965+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>CANOAGEM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este sábado foi dedicado ao lazer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De manhã pratiquei canoagem, de tarde comi "vários quilos" berbigão e à noite deliciei-me com um chocolate quente e uma amêndoa amarga até altas horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em relação à canoagem a coisa correu muito bem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não cai à água, não andei à deriva, não abalroei nenhum barco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou surpreendida com o meu desempenho, mas, também, com a experiência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Em relação a dores, coisa pouca. Apenas o dedo polegar de pegar na pagaia (até domino os termos técnicos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta aventura serviu de inspiração para outras iniciativas. Tal como passeio pedestre em Monchique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como ando numa de não fazer nenhum. Vou ali e já volto, que é como quem diz: vou ao cinema.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-5107023602063672838?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5107023602063672838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=5107023602063672838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5107023602063672838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5107023602063672838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/10/canoagem.html' title='CANOAGEM'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-6898206557329058531</id><published>2009-10-13T20:03:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T20:10:41.447+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>POIS, TÁ CLARO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Do ponto de vista médico, nada a dizer, do ponto de vista da saúde, os meus parabéns!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto dá que pensar.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A nível médico faz silêncio, a nível da saúde dá os parabéns. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto é profundo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Está de parabéns pela saúde, mas clinicamente não comento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto é realmente..... Complicado demais para mim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-6898206557329058531?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6898206557329058531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=6898206557329058531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6898206557329058531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6898206557329058531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/10/pois-ta-claro.html' title='POIS, TÁ CLARO!'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-787347569667438105</id><published>2009-09-28T16:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T16:50:05.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>A VERGONHA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou indignada com estas eleições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não com o resultado do PS, nem com o facto dos profs terem memória curta. Mas com o facto de quase 40% dos eleitores terem ficado em casa.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei que este sistema de voto não ajuda, que o tempo estava convidativo a uma ida à praia, que os candidatos não ajudaram, que a gripe A anda à solta... Mas francamente é um dever cívico de máxima importância. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ponham os olhos nos que para puderem votar tiveram que fazer quilómetros e abrir a carteira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que os portugueses só aprendem quando lhes vão ao bolso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já somos peritos na fuga aos impostos e agora estamos a ficar peritos na fuga ao voto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Absentistas, façam as contas! O vosso voto poderia ter mudado os resultados destas eleições.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dizem que "todo o povo tem os políticos que merece", começo a achar que sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As autárquicas estão quase aí, por favor, votem. O país agradece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-787347569667438105?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/787347569667438105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=787347569667438105&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/787347569667438105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/787347569667438105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/09/vergonha.html' title='A VERGONHA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2583110302310001853</id><published>2009-09-26T21:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:17:37.233+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>O BRAÇO MEXE, É O QUE IMPORTA!</title><content type='html'>Fui tirar sangue para análise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava uma mocita com ar jovial a desempenhar essa tarefa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começou com alguma teoria (para dar ar de quem percebia da coisa), de que a minha veia estava muito perto de um tendão (ou qualquer coisa parecida), mas lá espetou a agulha à primeira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto passou-se há quase uma semana e ainda me dói a área que foi espetada. Foi a primeira vez que tal coisa me aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questiono-me:&lt;br /&gt;- A mocita teve apenas azar ou faltou às aulas práticas?&lt;br /&gt;- Já se tiram licenciaturas nas Novas Oportunidades?&lt;br /&gt;- Será que é preciso uma licenciatura ou basta um curso profissional?&lt;br /&gt;- Será que o analista foi colega da espeta tendões?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-2583110302310001853?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2583110302310001853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2583110302310001853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2583110302310001853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2583110302310001853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-braco-mexe-e-o-que-importa.html' title='O BRAÇO MEXE, É O QUE IMPORTA!'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7305664063965579242</id><published>2009-09-18T14:35:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T14:49:51.101+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>ROTINANDO</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;8 dias depois do último post não tenho nada digno de registo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho tido vida social activa;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho conhecido ninguém digno de registo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho tido encontros imediatos de terceiro grau;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho tido grandes emoções;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho tido grandes desilusões;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não tenho tido tempo para grandes reflexões.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parece que a minha vida está parecida com a de milhares de portugueses... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem tempo para questionar, pensar, amar, sentir, conviver?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apenas vivo a rotina, que me traz uma ilusória felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7305664063965579242?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7305664063965579242/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7305664063965579242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7305664063965579242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7305664063965579242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/09/rotinando.html' title='ROTINANDO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4965063060263723982</id><published>2009-09-10T10:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T10:58:50.726+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>ATÉ FOI SIMPLES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A resposta da Ana é simplesmente genial. Gostei!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha cara Cristina, acertaste em cheio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lá estavam eles, ela de biquini e ele calções de banho, a tomar a sua banhoca, com direito a sabonete e tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem estava na fila para abastecer agradeceu o espectáculo, quem ia a conduzir na estrada paralela à bomba desejou que os pneus perdessem ar ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-4965063060263723982?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4965063060263723982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4965063060263723982&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4965063060263723982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4965063060263723982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/09/ate-foi-simples.html' title='ATÉ FOI SIMPLES'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3848885869592448905</id><published>2009-09-04T21:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T11:43:48.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>ORA DIGAM LÁ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que se pode fazer na secção de ar e água de uma bomba gasolina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aguardo sugestões. Pensem no inesperado e serão vencedores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Prémios?? Não há, mas a vossa curiosidade ficará satisfeita :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-3848885869592448905?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3848885869592448905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3848885869592448905&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3848885869592448905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3848885869592448905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/09/ora-digam-la.html' title='ORA DIGAM LÁ...'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3253823605268780296</id><published>2009-09-04T15:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T15:58:18.077+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>HÁ COISAS QUE ME FAZEM..... ESPÉCIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ele não gosta de jazz, mas ouve e depois bufa constantemente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ele sabe que não tem hipótese, mas insiste a lançar o seu desagradável charme;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- A "vedeta" tem frio, mas vai para o palco com roupinha de 25º à sombra, e como não está quentinho reclama;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- A "vedeta" é paga para actuar segundo condições que previamente aceitou, mas depois amua porque não era bem o que estava à espera;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Tenho pressa, não posso demorar, mas entre as palavras pressa e adeus "ganha-se" uma hora (digo ganhar porque a conversa foi muito sadia);&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ele tem 30 e poucos anos, mas ainda "prende o burro" tal e qual menino de oito;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- E por último faz-me espécie de não me lembrar de tudo o que me faz espécie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-3253823605268780296?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3253823605268780296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3253823605268780296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3253823605268780296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3253823605268780296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha-coisas-que-me-fazem-especie.html' title='HÁ COISAS QUE ME FAZEM..... ESPÉCIE'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-6724906070933001835</id><published>2009-08-26T20:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T00:16:23.637+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>MUDANÇAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Ana tem no seu MSN:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Somos o que fazemos, mas somos, principalmente, o que fazemos para mudar o que somos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tendo em conta a conversa em plena FATACIL acho que o pensamento enquadra-se na perfeição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já mudei alguma coisa, mas preciso de mudar muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A menina Ana tem saudades do antes, às vezes também tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez vivesse melhor, mas os outros viviam pior comigo. Como ninguém vive bem sozinho, estou melhor assim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-6724906070933001835?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6724906070933001835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=6724906070933001835&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6724906070933001835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6724906070933001835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/08/mudancas.html' title='MUDANÇAS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2300560503615898441</id><published>2009-08-26T18:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T18:53:11.062+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>ACHO QUE SIM!</title><content type='html'>Um dia quente como o de hoje merecia uma ida à praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meter tudo no saco (ou quase tudo);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfiar o corpinho no biquini;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espalhar protector solar em cada centímetro do corpo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentar o trânsito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Superar o desafio de encontrar um lugar para estacionar o "bicho";&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estacionar, sair do carro e voltar a entrar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, fui embora sem pisar a areia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A toalha ficou em casa :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-2300560503615898441?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2300560503615898441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2300560503615898441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2300560503615898441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2300560503615898441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/08/acho-que-sim.html' title='ACHO QUE SIM!'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-8264482796861761923</id><published>2009-08-23T17:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T17:29:26.560+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>INQUIETANTE</title><content type='html'>Há sempre qualquer coisa no pensamento,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;às vezes as dúvidas são levadas, mas por pouco tempo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os medos são esquecidos, mas temporariamente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os desejos são mantidos, durante dias, semanas, meses, anos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o bom não permanece e o mau é demasiado persistente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-8264482796861761923?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8264482796861761923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=8264482796861761923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8264482796861761923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8264482796861761923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/08/inquietante.html' title='INQUIETANTE'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7314608828568652903</id><published>2009-08-14T16:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T15:36:07.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>OS MELHORES MOMENTOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estive a pensar no mais marcante da minha viagem por ilhas açorianas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assolou-me o pensamento alguns episódios, os quais passo a referir:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Comer milho doce cozido nas fumarolas, depois de um banho nas águas férreas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- A banhoca no Cantinho da poça;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- No Faial, a boleia na carrinha de caixa aberta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- O encontro com a Lagoa do Congro;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- A Fajã da Caldeira de Santo Cristo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- A piscina natural no Topo; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- O banho de mar provocado pelo semi-rígido;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Subir ao vulcão dos Capelinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7314608828568652903?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7314608828568652903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7314608828568652903&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7314608828568652903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7314608828568652903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-melhores-momentos.html' title='OS MELHORES MOMENTOS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-8538563558148115735</id><published>2009-08-14T15:59:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T16:09:19.744+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>ROUPA, PARA QUE TE QUERO?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que se faz com uma enorme pilha de roupa para passar???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu sei.... chama-se ferro e basta ligar à corrente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; O problema é que por mais que passe a roupa fica sempre com aqueles vincos irritantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Socoooorro!!!! Alguém que me auxilie ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-8538563558148115735?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8538563558148115735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=8538563558148115735&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8538563558148115735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8538563558148115735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/08/roupa-para-que-te-quero.html' title='ROUPA, PARA QUE TE QUERO?'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7114080550923198329</id><published>2009-08-13T15:11:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T20:32:41.603+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>ENTRE BRUMAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A nossa aventura teve início em S. Miguel e desfecho no Faial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas com 3 dias e meio para conhecer S. Miguel foi necessário planear muito bem a rota. No entanto, o balanço foi positivo e os pontos principais conhecidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A registar:&lt;br /&gt;- Lagoa das sete cidades;&lt;br /&gt;- Mosteiros;&lt;br /&gt;- Capelas;&lt;br /&gt;- Porto de Rabo de Peixe;&lt;br /&gt;- Ribeira Grande;&lt;br /&gt;- Caldeiras da Ribeira Grande;&lt;br /&gt;- Lagoa do Fogo (c0m direito a trilho de 12 Km);&lt;br /&gt;- Caldeira Velha (com banho incluído);&lt;br /&gt;- Ponta Delgada (e a noite do Campo de São Francisco);&lt;br /&gt;- Vila Franca do Campo e o seu ilhéu;&lt;br /&gt;- Ermida da Nossa Senhora da Paz.&lt;br /&gt;- Lagoa do Congro;&lt;br /&gt;- Chás do Porto Formoso e Gorreana;&lt;br /&gt;- Ribeira Quente;&lt;br /&gt;- Povoação;&lt;br /&gt;- Furnas (com banho nocturno da “Poça da Beija” e diurno no parque Terra Nostra);&lt;br /&gt;- Lagoa das Furnas;&lt;br /&gt;- Vila de Nordeste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seguida partimos em direcção à Terceira, por lá tivemos 3 dias. A nossa estadia iniciou-se com uma boleia até Angra e terminou com as “estrelas” no porto de Pipas. Pelo meio demos a volta à ilha, percorremos grande parte das estradas e desfrutamos da paisagem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A registar:&lt;br /&gt;- Angra do Heroísmo e o Monte Brasil;&lt;br /&gt;- Praia da Vitória e as suas festas;&lt;br /&gt;- Furnas do Enxofre;&lt;br /&gt;- Gruta do Natal;&lt;br /&gt;- Gruta do Algar do Carvão;&lt;br /&gt;- Lagoa do Negro;&lt;br /&gt;- Biscoitos;&lt;br /&gt;- Cinco Ribeiras que nos alojou;&lt;br /&gt;- O marisco de São Mateus da Calheta;&lt;br /&gt;- Serra do Cume e os seus retalhos;&lt;br /&gt;- Pico Alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois fizemos uma paragem de 2 dias em S. Jorge. Aí aconteceram-nos duas situações peculiares, fomos convidados para um império e vivemos a experiência de deixar o carro aberto com a chave lá dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A registar:&lt;br /&gt;- Pico da Esperança;&lt;br /&gt;- Pico do Areeiro;&lt;br /&gt;- Fajã dos Cubres;&lt;br /&gt;- Fajã da Caldeira do Santo Cristo e respectiva caldeira;&lt;br /&gt;- Fajã de São João;&lt;br /&gt;- Calheta;&lt;br /&gt;- Velas e as suas piscinas naturais;&lt;br /&gt;- Rosais e a sua ponta;&lt;br /&gt;- Sete Fontes;&lt;br /&gt;- O Topo com a sua ponta, ilhéu e piscinas naturais;&lt;br /&gt;- Queijaria da Canada;&lt;br /&gt;- O dorso do Dragão;&lt;br /&gt;- Santo Amaro;&lt;br /&gt;- Urzelina;&lt;br /&gt;- Fajã das Almas e a sua ermida de Santo Cristo;&lt;br /&gt;- Tourada à Corda no Norte Grande.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Remamos” em direcção ao Pico. Nesta ilha também vivemos a experiência do carro aberto e por lá ficamos 2 dias. A bruma não foi grande amiga, mas o principal foi vislumbrado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A registar:&lt;br /&gt;- São Roque do Pico;&lt;br /&gt;- Madalena e os seus ilhéus (deitado e em pé);&lt;br /&gt;- Lajes do Pico e as “suas” baleias;&lt;br /&gt;- Lagoas do Caiado, Capitão e Paul;&lt;br /&gt;- Arcos do Cachorro;&lt;br /&gt;- Alguns Mistérios;&lt;br /&gt;- Terra Alta;&lt;br /&gt;- As vinhas;&lt;br /&gt;- Museu do Baleeiro;&lt;br /&gt;- Calheta do Nesquim;&lt;br /&gt;- Candelária;&lt;br /&gt;- Centro de Artes e de Ciências do Mar;&lt;br /&gt;- O Pico;&lt;br /&gt;- Uma adega típica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terminamos a aventura no Faial. Foram 2,5 dias para a despedida. Na recepção apanhamos boleia numa carrinha de caixa aberta, tudo para a caixa… Aqui também demos a típica volta à ilha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A registar:&lt;br /&gt;- Horta com a semana do mar, o Peter e a marina;&lt;br /&gt;- Miradouro da Conceição;&lt;br /&gt;- Ribeirinha;&lt;br /&gt;- Salão;&lt;br /&gt;- Ribeira Funda;&lt;br /&gt;- Ribeira das Cabras;&lt;br /&gt;- Centro de interpretação dos Capelinhos, subida ao vulcão e piscinas naturais;&lt;br /&gt;- Piscina natural do Varadouro;&lt;br /&gt;- Castelo Branco;&lt;br /&gt;- Caldeira;&lt;br /&gt;- Praia do Almoxarife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Da minha parte ficam a faltar três (Graciosa, Corvo e Flores). Talvez, um dia....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&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/8153530367902832034-7114080550923198329?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7114080550923198329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7114080550923198329&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7114080550923198329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7114080550923198329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/08/entre-brumas.html' title='ENTRE BRUMAS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-6332425760084385047</id><published>2009-08-11T16:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T16:40:22.706+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em casa'/><title type='text'>REGRESSANDO DA BRUMA</title><content type='html'>Nos últimos tempos o reboliço da minha vida não permitiu momentos de paz, para escrever neste humilde espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Juntou-se a vontade de tentar aproveitar a ilha ao máximo, as visitas, o trabalho pendente e a alergia a computadores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois foi a descoberta de mais 4 ilhas. Foi uma verdadeira aventura por terras açorianas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, no regresso a casa, só quero saborear cada pedaço daquilo que deixei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-6332425760084385047?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6332425760084385047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=6332425760084385047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6332425760084385047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6332425760084385047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/08/regressando-da-bruma.html' title='REGRESSANDO DA BRUMA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3700247853884555850</id><published>2009-06-19T13:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T20:44:13.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>BOCA DA RIBEIRA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora as condições atmosféricas não permitem, mas já permitiram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foram 2 dias de sol ideais para conhecer a Boca da Ribeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não é praia, mas temos o mar a dois passos e conseguimos ganhar uma cor. É o que se quer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349015680970568914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SjuFa-o-tNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/m-jbTFY7vgk/s320/SDC12312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os últimos finais de tarde foram ocupados com os treinos de voleibol (antes tivesse arranjado outra ocupação). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Antes de conseguir chegar a atleta de alto rendimento, lesionei-me… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma queda aparatosa levou-me o dente, agora o problema está resolvido, mas vi um dos lados negros da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-3700247853884555850?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3700247853884555850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3700247853884555850&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3700247853884555850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3700247853884555850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/06/boca-da-ribeira.html' title='BOCA DA RIBEIRA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SjuFa-o-tNI/AAAAAAAAAD8/m-jbTFY7vgk/s72-c/SDC12312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7701441253017585462</id><published>2009-06-14T16:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:36:25.712+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafios'/><title type='text'>AS 15 ELEITAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Cristina lançou-me o desafio e aqui estou eu a eleger as 15 séries da minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;São séries que na altura gostava, que me marcaram e que faziam todo o sentido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ei-las:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Marés Vivas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- O Justiciero;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Esquadrão Classe A;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Verão Azul;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Duarte &amp;amp; Companhia;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Modelo &amp;amp; Detective;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Anjo na Terra;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Alfe;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Missão Impossível;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Ficheiros Secretos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Mackgayver;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Beverly Hills;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Cheer´s Aquele Bar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Quem Sai Aos Seus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Barco do Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Devem haver muitas mais mas estas foram as primeiras a sair do baú da minha memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7701441253017585462?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7701441253017585462/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7701441253017585462&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7701441253017585462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7701441253017585462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-15-eleitas.html' title='AS 15 ELEITAS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-5730452044547243535</id><published>2009-06-11T10:35:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T10:53:11.323+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>SANTA MARIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SjDTf4HyngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4kkCQDpFgvY/s1600-h/SDC12120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346005302283247106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SjDTf4HyngI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4kkCQDpFgvY/s320/SDC12120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já conheço mais uma ilha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Santa Maria é árida e plana a sul e verde e montanhosa a norte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É conhecida como a ilha do sol e apelidada de ilha amarela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As praias são boas (não tanto como as continentais) e o mar tem uma cor bastante bonita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na Pedreira do Campo podemos encontrar vestígios de fósseis marinhos e ver as grutas da cal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A Vila do Porto é o maior aglomerado, grande parte da ilha não é habitada e nela vivem pouco mais de 5000 pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;É um bom sítio para fazer uma "escapadinha".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8153530367902832034-5730452044547243535?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5730452044547243535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3914325396199568741</id><published>2009-05-28T23:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:43:19.177+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>DIA....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Amanhã esta humilde terra tem a honra de receber um cientista polar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;As expectativas são muitas (não da minha parte), o entusiasmo o bastante e o alarido excessivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vamos ver se as relações não ficam gélidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-3914325396199568741?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3914325396199568741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3914325396199568741&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3914325396199568741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3914325396199568741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/05/dia.html' title='DIA....'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-6417286985245453799</id><published>2009-05-23T20:26:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T20:41:05.927+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>NA CIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje o despertar foi às 5:45, o destino Ponta Delgada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No caminho o motorista parou, no meio da estrada, o autocarro e alguém trouxe-lhe café, que ele bebeu ali mesmo! O meu foi bebido na cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para além das inevitáveis compras, ainda vi a exposição da Amália Rodrigues e o filme "O leitor".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este dia na civilização soube a pouco... Vou tentar repetir mais vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-6417286985245453799?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6417286985245453799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=6417286985245453799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6417286985245453799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6417286985245453799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/05/na-cidade.html' title='NA CIDADE'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7558749239070078889</id><published>2009-05-21T17:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T17:55:06.861+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>O DIA-A-DIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Ontem foi jantar de troca de fotos, no entanto trocamos conversas, sorrisos, risadas, tudo menos fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O Duarte teve visitas, três amigos continentais. Para nós é sempre uma alegria a presença de caras novas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;E hoje foi dia de Forno, com os nossos intermináveis cafés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Amanhã inicia-se o fim-de-semana, sem grandes expectativas. Já não estou habituada a não ter um programa definido.&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/8153530367902832034-7558749239070078889?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7558749239070078889/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7558749239070078889&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7558749239070078889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7558749239070078889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-dia-dia.html' title='O DIA-A-DIA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7795948319843783571</id><published>2009-05-11T19:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T19:35:07.229+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>PEQUENOS LUGARES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SghuBgkyyjI/AAAAAAAAADs/jUh3GmBm1-E/s1600-h/SDC12035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334634730823535154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SghuBgkyyjI/AAAAAAAAADs/jUh3GmBm1-E/s320/SDC12035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Faial da Terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Daqui levo o muito bom e o muito mau. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se não vivesse aqui... até conseguia ficar fascinada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7795948319843783571?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7795948319843783571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7795948319843783571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7795948319843783571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7795948319843783571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/05/pequenos-lugares.html' title='PEQUENOS LUGARES'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SghuBgkyyjI/AAAAAAAAADs/jUh3GmBm1-E/s72-c/SDC12035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2146232154394489605</id><published>2009-05-10T19:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T20:16:16.032+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>NOITADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem foi um dia difícil ou melhor uma noite difícil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De forma muito resumida passo a descreve-la:&lt;br /&gt;- Álcool;&lt;br /&gt;- Cigarrilhas;&lt;br /&gt;- Dança;&lt;br /&gt;- Quedas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resultado final:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- peso na cabeça;&lt;br /&gt;- estômago desgraçado;&lt;br /&gt;- dor no pé e no cóccix.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-2146232154394489605?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2146232154394489605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=2146232154394489605&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2146232154394489605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/2146232154394489605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/05/noitada.html' title='NOITADA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-141375030201246416</id><published>2009-05-04T18:54:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:05:49.037+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>ACAMPAMENTO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/Sf8uGCPcXgI/AAAAAAAAADk/r4W-_4G7-bw/s1600-h/SDC11922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332031165045693954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/Sf8uGCPcXgI/AAAAAAAAADk/r4W-_4G7-bw/s320/SDC11922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui acampar para as Sete Cidades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foi a melhor coisa que fiz nos últimos tempos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não pelas dores nas costas nem pela falta de uma casa-de-banho, mas por tudo o resto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Isto é, pelo silêncio, pelo isolamento, pela paz, pelo contacto com a natureza, pelo barulho dos pássaros e das rãs, por pensar que nada mais existia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Foram dois dias em que consegui desligar-me dos problemas e aproximar-me daquilo que era.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8153530367902832034-141375030201246416?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/141375030201246416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=141375030201246416&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/141375030201246416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/141375030201246416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/05/acampamento.html' title='ACAMPAMENTO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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/_d_UIHlcIh2s/Sf8uGCPcXgI/AAAAAAAAADk/r4W-_4G7-bw/s72-c/SDC11922.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1016095689180399039</id><published>2009-04-30T22:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T22:37:38.080+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>À BEIRA DE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto-me como vivesse à beira do precipício. Sempre à espera da queda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Chego mesmo a desejar a queda, mas o medo de cair ainda domina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sei como cheguei até aqui, nem sei se conseguirei sair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1016095689180399039?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1016095689180399039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1016095689180399039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1016095689180399039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1016095689180399039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/04/beira-de.html' title='À BEIRA DE...'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-2109127236056771017</id><published>2009-04-25T19:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T02:08:22.025+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>PRAIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SfOziOrmJpI/AAAAAAAAADc/M7N-qGs3WSQ/s1600-h/25042009(011).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800184747304594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SfOziOrmJpI/AAAAAAAAADc/M7N-qGs3WSQ/s320/25042009(011).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quase a completar uma semana de vida nordestina e com a sensação de estar a terminar a terceira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fui à praia!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fica a 15 minutos de carro, o caminho é difícil, mas valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já tinta saudades de pisar a areia, sentir a maresia e ouvir o mar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A areia é escura, a maré-cheia reduziu muito o areal e o sol estava escondido. A temperatura da água era convidativa (que diga o Orlando, que foi a banhos) e a praia foi só para nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328800176976141730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SfOzhxuznaI/AAAAAAAAADU/IpcLLihO-S4/s320/25042009(004).jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será uma experiência a repetir e um lugar que as minhas visitas irão conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328799653030256930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SfOzDR4X4SI/AAAAAAAAADM/ZJTG8CDGAXo/s320/25042009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8153530367902832034-2109127236056771017?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/2109127236056771017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-5119538681716125736</id><published>2009-04-13T12:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T12:39:20.849+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em casa'/><title type='text'>À CHEGADA</title><content type='html'>Cheguei ao ninho!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro o nervoso miúdinho, depois a ansiedade, por fim uma sensação de paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom estar em casa, mas é ainda melhor sentirmo-nos em casa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-5119538681716125736?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5119538681716125736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=5119538681716125736&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5119538681716125736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5119538681716125736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/04/chegada.html' title='À CHEGADA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-133204697628847962</id><published>2009-04-09T13:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T13:49:19.779+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>QUASE QUE VIVO</title><content type='html'>Quase que não sinto os dias a passarem;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que sei o significado da palavra solidão;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que faço da vida um drama;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que sei o que quero;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que tenho coragem de dizer basta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que vivo numa permanente angústia;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que aceito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que acredito;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que sou feliz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-133204697628847962?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/133204697628847962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=133204697628847962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/133204697628847962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/133204697628847962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/04/quase-que-vivo.html' title='QUASE QUE VIVO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1797958311039912791</id><published>2009-03-30T02:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:20:19.403+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Retalhos da minha vida'/><title type='text'>TRINTA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cheguei aos 30!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não doeu, não gostei, não detestei, não me apaixonei, não cometi nenhuma loucura; apenas fiz trinta anos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Hélder diz que estou no topo da escala etária. Eu digo que estou igual, a tentar alcançar o topo, mas sempre a faltar-me um bocadinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Habitualmente, no dia do meu aniversário, não sou de grandes comemorações. Este ano segui a mesma linha, ou pelo menos tentei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não queria os parabéns cantados, cantaram-me três vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tive direito a 2 convívios e vou ter mais um terceiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tive direito a prendas, a um bolo e algumas velas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;E, o mais importante, tive direito ao carinho dos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obrigada a todos!&lt;/span&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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1797958311039912791?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1797958311039912791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1797958311039912791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1797958311039912791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1797958311039912791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/03/trinta.html' title='TRINTA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1378926856289229668</id><published>2009-03-28T01:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T02:00:05.797Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>DESEJO QUE O DESEJO SE TORNE REALIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O coração pula, parece que quer ir para longe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pernas ganham vida, como se quisessem fugir;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O cérebro não pára, parece que não conhece o descanso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo deseja estar longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1378926856289229668?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1378926856289229668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1378926856289229668&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1378926856289229668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1378926856289229668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/03/desejo-que-o-desejo-se-torne-realidade.html' title='DESEJO QUE O DESEJO SE TORNE REALIDADE'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7303731128484939244</id><published>2009-03-20T22:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-20T22:44:06.799Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>DESEJOS DE SOFÁ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A semana foi longa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;... espero que o fim-de-semana seja ainda maior!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&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/8153530367902832034-7303731128484939244?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7303731128484939244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7303731128484939244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7303731128484939244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7303731128484939244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/03/desejos-de-sofa.html' title='DESEJOS DE SOFÁ'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7717719209841183796</id><published>2009-03-15T18:27:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:28:58.749Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases'/><title type='text'>PALAVRAS DE ALGUÉM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Sou um homem invisivel que procura mulher transparente para fazer coisas nunca antes vistas." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7717719209841183796?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7717719209841183796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7717719209841183796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7717719209841183796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7717719209841183796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/03/palavras-de-alguem.html' title='PALAVRAS DE ALGUÉM'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4323243921400994008</id><published>2009-03-11T22:42:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-11T22:47:01.022Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>COMO POR MAGIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Todos devíamos ter uma palavra-mágica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando pronunciada todo o mal-estar, tristeza, raiva ou qualquer outro sentimento negativo abandonava-nos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os outros só teriam como desafio descobri-la!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-4323243921400994008?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4323243921400994008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4323243921400994008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4323243921400994008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4323243921400994008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/03/como-por-magia.html' title='COMO POR MAGIA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4139728898011460560</id><published>2009-03-07T20:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-07T21:00:13.505Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>UM VAZIO QUE ECOA</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sete horas depois de deixar a capital chegava ao "meu" novo canto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando tomei esta decisão vinha com a expectativa de mudar alguma coisa na minha vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na realidade, para além de novas amizades, esta mudança trouxe-me muito pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Continuo agarrada ao que deixei para trás, ainda não encontrei nada a que me agarrar e já não sei se tenho porto de abrigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao ter ganho, nos últimos tempos, uma predilecção pelos programas que transformam o velho em novo e o mau em óptimo demonstro como estou necessitada de outra mudança. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ou então apenas preciso de ocupar o vazio que traz eco ao meu dia-a-dia.&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/8153530367902832034-4139728898011460560?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4139728898011460560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4139728898011460560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4139728898011460560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4139728898011460560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/03/um-vazio-que-ecoa.html' title='UM VAZIO QUE ECOA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-8486092969374668235</id><published>2009-02-28T16:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:13:09.205Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Divagações'/><title type='text'>ILUSÕES</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As ilusões chegam devagarinho, discretamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Começam por ser uma visita tímida, depois acomodam-se, vão ficando, instalam-se...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando damos por nós é delas que vivemos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A nossa vida passa a ser alimentada por pequenos nadas, que teimosamente nos impedem de realmente viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ganhámos consciência, mas continuamos agarrados como uma lapa à sua rocha.&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-8486092969374668235?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8486092969374668235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=8486092969374668235&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8486092969374668235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8486092969374668235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/02/ilusoes.html' title='ILUSÕES'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1694525458043532966</id><published>2009-02-28T16:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:58:09.102Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>FOTOS...</title><content type='html'>.. há muito prometidas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/Saloey9CFQI/AAAAAAAAACs/HuJf6sAy4ps/s1600-h/SDC11638.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307888514115966210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/Saloey9CFQI/AAAAAAAAACs/HuJf6sAy4ps/s320/SDC11638.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lagoa das Furnas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SalsktOC-II/AAAAAAAAADE/29knktYiZ_k/s1600-h/SDC11643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307893013702441090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SalsktOC-II/AAAAAAAAADE/29knktYiZ_k/s320/SDC11643.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;Lagoa do Fogo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Caldeira Velha&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307889842565652402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SalpsH0Hn7I/AAAAAAAAAC8/nxq8cUIumZs/s320/SDC11654.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Cozido das Furnas&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SalnPgFlxXI/AAAAAAAAACk/fD-HZICUSOk/s1600-h/SDC11634.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307887151841920370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SalnPgFlxXI/AAAAAAAAACk/fD-HZICUSOk/s320/SDC11634.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SalnPgFlxXI/AAAAAAAAACk/fD-HZICUSOk/s1600-h/SDC11634.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1694525458043532966?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1694525458043532966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1694525458043532966&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1694525458043532966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1694525458043532966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/02/fotos.html' title='FOTOS...'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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/_d_UIHlcIh2s/Saloey9CFQI/AAAAAAAAACs/HuJf6sAy4ps/s72-c/SDC11638.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4713161866586666722</id><published>2009-02-18T21:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-18T21:21:05.578Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>RELATO SEMANAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O Dia de S. Valentim foi passado em grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primeiro almoçamos num restaurante, com cheiro continental, na Ribeirinha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois rumamos para a Ferraria. Gostei da paisagem vulcânica.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;De seguida paramos para compras no PA, vulgo Parque Atlântico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Para finalizar jantamos no Mac.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O domingo foi passado em casa, os últimos dias úteis foram de bastante trabalho e a próxima sexta-feira levar-me-á para o continente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será uma semana de descanso muito bem-vinda!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-4713161866586666722?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4713161866586666722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4713161866586666722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4713161866586666722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4713161866586666722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/02/relato-semanal.html' title='RELATO SEMANAL'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-8957814750464363662</id><published>2009-02-12T23:46:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-12T23:59:37.981Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>NADA DE NADA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tal como eu este espaço está com ausência de actividade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda não tenho fotos, não sei o que vou fazer no sábado e continuo a contar os dias para as mini-férias continentais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por cá tudo se passa sem novidades de maior, até os novos colegas saíram-me mulheres!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Resta-me esperar por melhores dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. -As fotos ainda estão na máquina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-8957814750464363662?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8957814750464363662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=8957814750464363662&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8957814750464363662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8957814750464363662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/02/nada-de-nada.html' title='NADA DE NADA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-6918122154922599723</id><published>2009-02-08T14:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:05:30.112Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>NOS ÚLTIMOS TEMPOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Comemorei o "Dia das Amigas", foi na quinta-feira passada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não sou nada dada a este tipo de ajuntamentos, mas tendo em conta que vivo no Nordeste, qualquer actividade fora do normal é bem-vinda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na sexta-feira houve jantar cá em casa. Após 2 garrafas de vinho e 2 de vinho do Porto a coisa animou-se bastante!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ontem foi dia de passeio. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Almoço nas furnas, visita à Lagoa do Fogo e Caldeira Velha. Lanche nas Portas do Mar, compras no Parque Atlântico e jantar no Mac.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje é dia de descanso. De dia faço "vida de sofá" e à noite vou à sessão de cinema ver o "Austrália". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. - Ainda não tenho fotos do passeio de sábado, mas em breve espero publicá-las.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-6918122154922599723?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6918122154922599723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=6918122154922599723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6918122154922599723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6918122154922599723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/02/nos-ultimos-tempos.html' title='NOS ÚLTIMOS TEMPOS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-5397030899961879147</id><published>2009-01-29T22:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-29T23:03:22.824Z</updated><title type='text'>DIA DOS AMIGOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje é "Dia dos Amigos". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este dia é uma das muitas tradições açorianas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje as mulheres ficam em casa e os homens juntam-se em grupos de comes, bebes e outras coisas mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na próxima quinta-feira é o "Dia das Amigas". Já tenho almoço e jantar marcado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas a coisa não fica por aqui, ainda há o "Dia dos Compadres" e o "Dia das Comadres".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como continental vou tentar implementar o "Dia dos Continentais". Pode ser que pegue!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-5397030899961879147?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5397030899961879147/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=5397030899961879147&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5397030899961879147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5397030899961879147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/01/dia-dos-amigos.html' title='DIA DOS AMIGOS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-5485602191018613319</id><published>2009-01-26T15:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T15:27:06.487Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>NÃO É? JÁ SE SABE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nem sou pessoa de absorver dialectos, pronúncias e afins. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mesmo não se pode dizer do meu amigo Daniel, que é doutorado em reprodução oral de pronúncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas não é dele que quero falar, é mesmo de mim e da minha nova capacidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os Micaelenses têm muitas expressões, mas há duas que entram em todas as conversas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- "já se sabe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;- "não é?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Primeiro comecei por terminar cada frase com "não é?" e agora já respondo com o "já se sabe".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou preocupada. Não quero estas expressões para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Elas saem da minha boca sem qualquer filtro. Só depois do som se propagar é que tomo consciência do que disse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Principalmente o "não é?" está a tornar-se uma obsessão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta minha (in)capacidade já é um assunto sério!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-5485602191018613319?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/5485602191018613319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=5485602191018613319&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5485602191018613319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/5485602191018613319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-j-se-sabe.html' title='NÃO É? JÁ SE SABE!'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-3376731767259191596</id><published>2009-01-25T10:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T11:02:18.447Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>OS CASAIS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem, no churrasco, não houve nada digno de registo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apenas, no caminho para lá, tivemos um diálogo único. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cláudia - Se, no dia dos namorados, algum hotel em Ponta Delgada, fizer um programa especial, vamos todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu - Vamos? No dia de S. Valentim? Vão vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cláudia - Não, vamos todos. Eu e o Rui, o Tito e a Tita, tu e a Lídia e talvez o Duarte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tendo em conta que, muito dificilmente, o Duarte vai..... eu e a Lídia seremos um casal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Após esta reflexão remeti-me ao silêncio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Caso se concretize vai ser uma experiência única.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vim eu para os Açores, para isto!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-3376731767259191596?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/3376731767259191596/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=3376731767259191596&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3376731767259191596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/3376731767259191596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/01/os-casais.html' title='OS CASAIS'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-398510999115628553</id><published>2009-01-23T20:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-23T20:33:29.473Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>QUE SE PASSA? ......   NADA!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando com falta de tempo para escrever, para ler o que os outros escrevem, para visitar "espaços" amigos e com uma grande falta de inspiração e ausência de emoções essenciais à escrita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho que percebo (apesar de não ter amor à escrita, nem  ter grande capacidade para tal) como os escritores se sentem quando não têm inspiração para terminar um livro ou para escrever o capítulo seguinte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Como solução eles recorrem ao isolamento, eu vou optar por juntar-me à confusão do Nordeste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Amanhã (se o tempo deixar) tenho churrasco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-398510999115628553?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/398510999115628553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=398510999115628553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/398510999115628553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/398510999115628553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/01/que-se-passa-nada.html' title='QUE SE PASSA? ......   NADA!!!'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7504456045910185337</id><published>2009-01-10T12:57:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:59:59.484Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pensamentos'/><title type='text'>TENHO QUE ENCARAR A REALIDADE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As coisas não vão mudar só porque gostava;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca terei umas unhas bonitas e arranjadas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca irei ganhar o suficiente;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os miúdos serão cada vez piores;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que ser determinada e segura para sobreviver no trabalho;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei boa naquilo que faço;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O príncipe encantado não existe;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei culta;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca saberei meter conversa;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serei sempre um bicho peludo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca terei umas pernas bonitas;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu peito não crescerá durante o sono;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentirei sempre falta de algo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A solidão será um projecto a longo prazo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo não é perfeito e eu sou uma parte da imperfeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7504456045910185337?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7504456045910185337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7504456045910185337&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7504456045910185337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7504456045910185337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/01/tenho-que-encarar-realidade_10.html' title='TENHO QUE ENCARAR A REALIDADE'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7150997965145324720</id><published>2009-01-08T23:24:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-08T23:39:10.906Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>OS DIAS LIMITAM-SE A PASSAR</title><content type='html'>Já com pão nos supermercados aguarda-se o fim-de-semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O frio ainda cá não chegou, mas a chuva tem-nos feito todos os dias uma visita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus planos de fim-de-semana são poucos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam por meter o trabalho em dia (e não é pouco), beber um copo no Ferreirinha e aproveitar o sofá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. - Se sobrar tempo (o que duvido) aproveito para continuar a organizar a nossa viagem inter-ilhas!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7150997965145324720?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7150997965145324720/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7150997965145324720&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7150997965145324720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7150997965145324720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/01/j-com-po-nos-supermercados-aguarda-se-o.html' title='OS DIAS LIMITAM-SE A PASSAR'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7758997420223294660</id><published>2009-01-07T15:33:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-07T16:01:42.928Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>SEM PÃO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anteontem fui tentar reabastecer a despensa. Mas os stock´s não estavam nos seus melhores dias.&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;O mais extraordinário foi a quase ausência de pão, restavam 3 embalagens de pão congelado, 2 vieram direitinhas cá para casa.&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;Ontem, o meu colega Rui teve que percorrer todos os supermercados (eles são só 3) para conseguir comprar a última embalagem de pão da vila.&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;Já tinha saudades dos fenómenos do Nordeste ;)&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7758997420223294660?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7758997420223294660/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7758997420223294660&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7758997420223294660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7758997420223294660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/01/sem-po.html' title='SEM PÃO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4828851557209607634</id><published>2009-01-05T12:10:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-05T12:21:29.312Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>DE VOLTA</title><content type='html'>Voltei aos Açores para mais uma temporada. Desta vez tudo me soou a familiar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As energias são poucas, a vontade nenhuma, mas tenho que voltar a entrar no ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada melhor de que o trabalho para exercitar o  cérebro. E o meu está mesmo a precisar!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O facto de esquecer-me de nomes, trocar e baralhar coisas e tomar decisões muito estúpidas e burras, só prova que a coisa vai mesmo mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso, mãos à obra. O trabalho espera-me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-4828851557209607634?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4828851557209607634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4828851557209607634&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4828851557209607634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4828851557209607634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2009/01/de-volta.html' title='DE VOLTA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7688793462567746619</id><published>2008-12-28T21:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:36:27.802Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Em casa'/><title type='text'>NO REGRESSO</title><content type='html'>Passaram quase 10 dias desde o meu regresso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes dias já revi amigos, troquei prendas, tive surpresas, senti sensações, vivi emoções!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de ter ultrapassado, em muito, a hora prevista adorei a "conversa de café". Já nem sei dizer, há quanto tempo não estávamos juntas, de forma tão espontânea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei do nosso jantar de Natal, achei a ideia da foto maravilhosa, obrigada! Susana desculpa o tapete, mas a cerveja deve fazer bem às cores ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passeio de final de tarde, junto ao mar e o café na "alvoreira" fizeram-me recordar muitos e bons momentos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nosso café, que se transformou num jantar, foi simplesmente reconfortante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fim do ano está a aproximar-se, espero por mais bons momentos!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-7688793462567746619?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7688793462567746619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7688793462567746619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7688793462567746619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7688793462567746619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-regresso.html' title='NO REGRESSO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-4818109300242191148</id><published>2008-12-16T01:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-16T01:48:29.388Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>JANTAR DE NATAL</title><content type='html'>Hoje houve jantar na escola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faltou muita gente ao acontecimento, mas os principais compareceram.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tivemos direito a música e também a Karaoke.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No final a coisa descontrolou-se um pouco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uns cantavam ou desafinavam no Karaoke, outro tentava apanhar o ritmo no seu acordeão e as poucas crianças que estavam presentes apoderaram-se da bateria. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280198667425814594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUcItltoGEI/AAAAAAAAACc/wCYkXxCQSgI/s320/SDC11241.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8153530367902832034-4818109300242191148?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/4818109300242191148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=4818109300242191148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4818109300242191148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/4818109300242191148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/12/jantar-de-natal.html' title='JANTAR DE NATAL'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUcItltoGEI/AAAAAAAAACc/wCYkXxCQSgI/s72-c/SDC11241.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1753420263549692139</id><published>2008-12-14T23:02:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:51:14.783Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>DO NORDESTE ATÉ VILA FRANCA</title><content type='html'>O dia foi destinado a um passeio bastante agradável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Com dois guias micaelenses parti à descoberta da costa sul da ilha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A primeira paragem foi ainda no Nordeste, no miradouro da ponta do sossego. &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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWayrgC21I/AAAAAAAAACU/chVUMlBD_l8/s1600-h/SDC11048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279796333623040850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWayrgC21I/AAAAAAAAACU/chVUMlBD_l8/s320/SDC11048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguiu-se rumo para a vila da Povoação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois partimos para as Furnas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWUj1AZc3I/AAAAAAAAACM/DbZAWcN7msc/s1600-h/SDC11112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279789481406854002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWUj1AZc3I/AAAAAAAAACM/DbZAWcN7msc/s320/SDC11112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos pela Ribeira Quente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWUJlDqckI/AAAAAAAAACE/XUeSenBObl8/s1600-h/SDC11146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279789030448984642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWUJlDqckI/AAAAAAAAACE/XUeSenBObl8/s320/SDC11146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&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;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E chegamos ao destino, Vila Franca do Campo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWTFo_2PBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tDgIvTsmleE/s1600-h/SDC11211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279787863275617298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWTFo_2PBI/AAAAAAAAAB8/tDgIvTsmleE/s320/SDC11211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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&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/8153530367902832034-1753420263549692139?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1753420263549692139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1753420263549692139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1753420263549692139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1753420263549692139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/12/do-nordeste-at-vila-franca.html' title='DO NORDESTE ATÉ VILA FRANCA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUWayrgC21I/AAAAAAAAACU/chVUMlBD_l8/s72-c/SDC11048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-7498543457981090154</id><published>2008-12-12T00:21:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:39:14.288Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>TRILHO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na segunda-feira fiz pela primeira vez um trilho - trilho das alminhas e salto da farinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saímos às 9:30 e regressamos às 15:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andamos cerca de 4 horas, com muitas pausas para fotos e uma pausa para beber vinho do porto (não fazemos a coisa por menos).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No final da caminhada almoçamos a merenda preparada na véspera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A caminhada valeu muito a pena:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O trilho não foi difícil;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A paisagem bastante agradável (menos as cascatas, pois estavam secas);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O contacto com a natureza e o barulho do mar são sempre revitalizantes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278694998071555586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUGxIg2vtgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RPGnGxkqKio/s320/SDC11006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Salto da Farinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&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;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278694653148314882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUGw0b6ovQI/AAAAAAAAABs/7ZM5vowypfk/s320/SDC10892.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Trilho das Alminhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero que tenha sido a primeira de muitas.&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/8153530367902832034-7498543457981090154?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/7498543457981090154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=7498543457981090154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7498543457981090154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/7498543457981090154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/12/trilho.html' title='TRILHO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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/_d_UIHlcIh2s/SUGxIg2vtgI/AAAAAAAAAB0/RPGnGxkqKio/s72-c/SDC11006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1530110503664790909</id><published>2008-12-05T17:26:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-05T17:42:04.048Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>CANTATA</title><content type='html'>A cantata de Natal já é uma tradição no Nordeste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umas semanas antes do Natal os alunos do primeiro ciclo, das diferentes escolas do concelho, cantam, no largo da vila, músicas alusivas à época.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cantata tem início com a inauguração da iluminação de Natal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A igreja, a câmara municipal e algumas ruas são iluminadas. A iluminação é modesta, mas a igreja consegue ficar bastante engraçada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O melhor deste ano foi a gafe do senhor presidente.&lt;br /&gt;Dizia ele:&lt;br /&gt;- Agora todos juntos...&lt;br /&gt; (neste momento as luzes acendem-se),&lt;br /&gt;- ... vamos contar até 5 para que as luzes se acendam,&lt;br /&gt; (o povo todo, incluindo o presidente, em contagem decrescente)&lt;br /&gt; ...já está!&lt;br /&gt;(neste momento o povo bate palmas às luzes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era um momento bonito, não fossem as luzes terem sido acesas antes do tempo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1530110503664790909?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1530110503664790909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1530110503664790909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1530110503664790909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1530110503664790909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/12/cantata.html' title='CANTATA'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-8064160423283172846</id><published>2008-12-01T17:06:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:19:26.470Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>ENERGY</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274872258966743154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/STQcXz9GaHI/AAAAAAAAABk/KaROgzrY1Sk/s320/SDC10860.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ontem fui pela primeira vez a um bar. Fica em outra freguesia (Fazenda).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tendo em conta o meio, o espaço não é mau. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os preços são bastante acessíveis e a música aceitável.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O bar estava vazio, por isso tínhamos a pista só para nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Divertimo-nos, é o que importa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-8064160423283172846?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/8064160423283172846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=8064160423283172846&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8064160423283172846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/8064160423283172846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/12/energy.html' title='ENERGY'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d_UIHlcIh2s/STQcXz9GaHI/AAAAAAAAABk/KaROgzrY1Sk/s72-c/SDC10860.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-783719865354969032</id><published>2008-11-30T15:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:48:32.288Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>LISANDRO</title><content type='html'>Confisquei esta semana um bilhetinho, que acabou esquecido no fundo da pasta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quando o vi não resisti…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abri, li e encontrei uma verdadeira declaração de amor e a prova de como as mulheres sabem bem o que querem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Lisandro eu gosto muito de ti mas mesmo muito. Eu acho que és muito giro e um bocadinho convencido mas isso não interessa para mim. Gosto de ti como nunca gostei de um rapaz, como gosto de ti, eu amo-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gostas de mim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim ___   ou      Não ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se não gostas, queres ser meu amigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim ___   ou     Não ___&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Está simplesmente maravilhoso!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As crianças nunca param de surpreender!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-783719865354969032?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/783719865354969032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=783719865354969032&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/783719865354969032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/783719865354969032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/11/lisandro.html' title='LISANDRO'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-6158610971201291110</id><published>2008-11-29T21:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T21:30:32.693Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>JÁ....     TÃO GRANDE!!!</title><content type='html'>O meu Francisco cresceu!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em 2 meses tornou-se quase num homenzinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei chocada quando vi a foto, mas agora já estou resignada. Eles são mesmo assim. Crescem sem que se dê por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostei de saber que o cabelo continua arrepiado, mas fiquei preocupada com o ar de rebelde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que temos terrorista! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ver se a peste ainda me conhece ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;P.S. - Faltam menos de 3 semanas para a loucura total!!&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/8153530367902832034-6158610971201291110?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/6158610971201291110/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=6158610971201291110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6158610971201291110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/6158610971201291110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/11/j-to-grande.html' title='JÁ....     TÃO GRANDE!!!'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8153530367902832034.post-1675209385365515074</id><published>2008-11-26T19:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-12T00:21:40.527Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Açores'/><title type='text'>PARA ALÉM DO VÍRUS, NADA MAIS ENTROU</title><content type='html'>Estou novamente pró engripada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou tal e qual como o Sérgio Godinho retrata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estou velho!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dói-me o joelho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dói-me parte do antebraço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;dói-me a parte interna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de uma perna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e parte amiga &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;da barriga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que fadiga&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que é que eu faço?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À medida que o dia avançava ia ficando pior. Só ouvia disparates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A burrice e estupidez irritam-me , quando é por opção dão cabo de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por aqui homens desimpedidos são poucos, interessantes praticamente não existem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em relação às mulheres, acho que também se pode dizer o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso se alguém se quer safar, tem de ser rápido na actuação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que fez um colega meu. Após ter-me visto 3 vezes (uma delas nem se recorda), já avançou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quer pagar-me um café. O que será que tenho que dar em troca?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por agora estou protegida pela doença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8153530367902832034-1675209385365515074?l=conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/feeds/1675209385365515074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8153530367902832034&amp;postID=1675209385365515074&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1675209385365515074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8153530367902832034/posts/default/1675209385365515074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://conversasdoquotidiano.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-alm-do-vrus-nada-mais-entrou.html' title='PARA ALÉM DO VÍRUS, NADA MAIS ENTROU'/><author><name>FF</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07236376006517145300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
