<?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-24551044</id><updated>2012-01-27T09:19:13.789Z</updated><category term='Costura'/><category term='Pinturas'/><category term='Dieta'/><title type='text'>Um Olhar Com Sentido</title><subtitle type='html'>Serve Este Blog Para Saberem Um Pouco Mais Sobre Mim Atraves Do Meu Olhar!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>158</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7891045679972418337</id><published>2012-01-11T12:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-11T12:54:40.316Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;Que Deus me dê serenidade para aceitar as coisas que não posso mudar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;coragem para mudar as coisas que posso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;e sabedoria para distinguir entre elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Traduzindo em miudos: é preciso saber separar o "trigo" do "Joio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"&gt;Temos que ter consciencia de que ha coisas que nunca vão mudar, o que pode mudar é a nossa vontade de seguir com elas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ0_mb3prCw/Tw2GgfnIiNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/_-Vk6i1ReEU/s1600/queimarapagina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ0_mb3prCw/Tw2GgfnIiNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/_-Vk6i1ReEU/s1600/queimarapagina.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24551044-7891045679972418337?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7891045679972418337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7891045679972418337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7891045679972418337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7891045679972418337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2012/01/que-deus-me-de-serenidade-para-aceitar.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IQ0_mb3prCw/Tw2GgfnIiNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/_-Vk6i1ReEU/s72-c/queimarapagina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6473034431175343980</id><published>2012-01-09T17:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-09T17:14:11.978Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cok_8JyOK5A/TwsdcH4N-lI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rH55yUcWjf8/s1600/escreverdenovo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cok_8JyOK5A/TwsdcH4N-lI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rH55yUcWjf8/s320/escreverdenovo.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #cc0000;"&gt;É tempo de escrever de novo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;É essa a vontade que tenho de escrever tudo de novo, não é de passar a limpo, não é de reinventar, é mesmo agarrar num novo livro e começar do nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostava de ter a coragem de começar de novo, há pessoas que mudam, que se reorganizam, que arriscam, que têm planos, que correm atrás de algo Maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Eu tenho medo, de virar a página. Não gosto do caminho, mas o incerto não é tão seguro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Apetece-me voltar àquele momento: "O que queres ser quando fores grande?!" Tipo... que sonhos tens tu? O que ambicionas? O que te faz levantar de manha? É que ninguem me avisou que a vida é esta, que não vai haver outra e que nesta é que devemos apostar todas as fichas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostava que os meus olhos dissessem aquilo que o meu coração sente, de conseguir verbalizar o que penso. Feito louca, deixar as palavras sair sem medos, sem sensuras. Loucura boa e libertadora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talvez depois conseguisse dormir, descansar os sonhos, sem pesadelos. Todas as noites sonho imenso, quase sempre pesadelos, de perdas, de dor, de chorar ate acordar e continuar com vontade de chorar o resto do dia de tão abalada que fico. É so um sonho, eu sei, mas é tão real e intenso e sofredor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que fiz eu para mudar a pagina? Comecei a caminhar, diariamente, ao sol, à beira mar, a ouvir música. É muito bom, não preciso dizer nada, não preciso pensar no que gostaria de ouvir, nem no que vou fazer a seguir, apenas estou ali. A Viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivam Bem,&lt;br /&gt;Su&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-6473034431175343980?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6473034431175343980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6473034431175343980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6473034431175343980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6473034431175343980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2012/01/e-tempo-de-escrever-de-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cok_8JyOK5A/TwsdcH4N-lI/AAAAAAAAA0c/rH55yUcWjf8/s72-c/escreverdenovo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4980998737171274968</id><published>2011-12-30T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-30T21:00:47.419Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYr3Prz3_1g/Tv4k9G9KuMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/UoQ6Ar15mQE/s1600/feliz-ano-novo-2012-0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="260" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYr3Prz3_1g/Tv4k9G9KuMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/UoQ6Ar15mQE/s320/feliz-ano-novo-2012-0.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;É tempo de Virar a página!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;É agora o momento de abrir um novo livro, de começar a escrever na folha em branco, de tentar pelo menos escrever novos sonhos. Temos que ter essa coragem mesmo que os dias pareçam dificeis. Tentar escrever nessas paginas boas passagens, momentos divertidos, aventuras novas e descrever cores que nunca tinhamos visto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Procurar melhorar Sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Em jeito de Agradecimento, e passando o olho pela mensagem anterior de que devemos tocar o coração das Pessoas, Há momentos em que pequenos gestos nos fazem sentir tão bem e são tão importantes. Afinal é facil tocar o coração das pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Obrigada pelos miminhos, pelos beijinhos, pelas mensagens, pelos sorrisos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;E um Excelente 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Beijocas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Su&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/24551044-4980998737171274968?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4980998737171274968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4980998737171274968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4980998737171274968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4980998737171274968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/12/e-tempo-de-virar-pagina-e-agora-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fYr3Prz3_1g/Tv4k9G9KuMI/AAAAAAAAA0U/UoQ6Ar15mQE/s72-c/feliz-ano-novo-2012-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3553087199066865611</id><published>2011-12-23T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-23T16:39:39.062Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;” Não sei se a vida é curta ou longa demais para nós. Mas sei que nada do que vivemos tem sentido, se não tocarmos o coração das pessoas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Cora Coralina”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É Isto que vou tentar fazer da minha vida, tocar no coração das pessoas, so assim fará sentido. Ter Amigos, viver amores, ter sorrisos, viver aventuras. Ser Feliz, Mais e Mais Feliz, por MIM...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz Natal a Todos e que no proximo ano, todos possamos ser um bocadinho Melhores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HtSSu_c1Kc/TvSurMDOatI/AAAAAAAAA0I/e-5Tc9Ajkd4/s1600/Imagens-de-Boas-Festas-2012-4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HtSSu_c1Kc/TvSurMDOatI/AAAAAAAAA0I/e-5Tc9Ajkd4/s320/Imagens-de-Boas-Festas-2012-4.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-3553087199066865611?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3553087199066865611/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3553087199066865611&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3553087199066865611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3553087199066865611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/12/nao-sei-se-vida-e-curta-ou-longa-demais.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7HtSSu_c1Kc/TvSurMDOatI/AAAAAAAAA0I/e-5Tc9Ajkd4/s72-c/Imagens-de-Boas-Festas-2012-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3567000435108022515</id><published>2011-12-07T18:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-12-07T18:07:53.695Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora bem, como alguns amiguinhos ja sabem, não foi bem a pintar o resto casa que andei a fazer estas ultimas semanas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aconteceram "coisas Maiores", que não deixaram espaço para mais nada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aconteceram coisas, daquelas que só acontecem aos outros, estao&amp;nbsp; a ver??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjIoclyM950/Tt-pcdMvgBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/---QADSE7To/s1600/anjinho%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjIoclyM950/Tt-pcdMvgBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/---QADSE7To/s200/anjinho%255B1%255D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigado, Pai do Ceu, por estares Sempre presente no nosso caminho, por nos dares força, nos&amp;nbsp; momentos mais dificeis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinto que ainda tenho muito que aprender o quão pequenos cada um de nós é, e o quanto insignificantes são os nosso "problemas".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ajuda-Me a continuar, com força e coragem, com determinação, a Saber Aprender com os Outros e Perdoar sempre. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah e por favor tira-me este nó da garganta de não ha meio de passar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada Meu Deus, Obrigada Amigos tão queridos que me ajudaram com palavrinhas tão quentinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Su&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/24551044-3567000435108022515?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3567000435108022515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3567000435108022515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3567000435108022515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3567000435108022515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/12/ora-bem-como-alguns-amiguinhos-ja-sabem.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AjIoclyM950/Tt-pcdMvgBI/AAAAAAAAAzo/---QADSE7To/s72-c/anjinho%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4199494837771661602</id><published>2011-11-16T09:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-16T09:45:42.804Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlkDBY03-0M/TsOFjp02xCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/n0saVoss_tM/s1600/quarto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="290" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlkDBY03-0M/TsOFjp02xCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/n0saVoss_tM/s400/quarto.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;E cá esta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Após uma semana de muito pó, cheiro a tinta, desarrumação, dores nas costas, o resultado foi este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Espero que gostem, eu gostei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Beijinhos, que eu vou ganhar vontade para fazer o mesmo ao quarto da criança :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Boa semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Su﻿&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/24551044-4199494837771661602?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4199494837771661602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4199494837771661602&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4199494837771661602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4199494837771661602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-ca-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FlkDBY03-0M/TsOFjp02xCI/AAAAAAAAAzY/n0saVoss_tM/s72-c/quarto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2840411009832535870</id><published>2011-11-14T12:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T15:03:41.411Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuRBi7LlkcI/TsENRMONTpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/oPaIKM8oDg0/s1600/quae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuRBi7LlkcI/TsENRMONTpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/oPaIKM8oDg0/s320/quae.jpg" width="253" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Estou... quase lá!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O quar﻿to está quase pronto... Hoje foi dia do verniz, porta, armario embutido e janela. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As tintas ja estão. O varão está pendurado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As cortinas estão de bainhas marcadas à espera da tesoura e do ferro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E assim que ultrapassar este quase quase... venho mostrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até lá vou lavar as mãos mais 30 vezes e esperar que o gato não se esgueire para o quarto e fique colado no verniz :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Volto já.&lt;/div&gt;Beijinhos.&lt;br /&gt;Su.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-2840411009832535870?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2840411009832535870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2840411009832535870&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2840411009832535870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2840411009832535870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/11/estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QuRBi7LlkcI/TsENRMONTpI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/oPaIKM8oDg0/s72-c/quae.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5799632124559225296</id><published>2011-11-07T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-07T20:23:27.260Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Nova vocação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Pois estou&amp;nbsp; a chegar a uma conclusão muito engraçada, a de que adoro estas minhas novas aventuras de decoração de interiores, misturada com trolhice mesmo :-)... Faz muito bem à mente, estar entregue às tintas, aos rebordos, ao verniz, aos estores... Adorei aprender a recuperar uma parede, e ver o resultado final, gostava de aprender mais e quem sabe um dia por em pratica como forma de subsistencia :-). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;É que isto de ser trolha nas horas vagas é giro mas cansativo, ter que correr entre a tinta e os tachos para fazer o almoço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Esta semana trabalho no quarto, que tem muitas recuperações a fazer, após as obras no terraço de cima estava mesmo a precisar de uma recuperação. Comecei no interior do armario embutido, onde pintei o fundo e invernizei os lados, para tentar fazer perdurar um pouco mais a madeira, so falta mesmo uma luz a acender qd abrir a porta, tipo frigorifico... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Hoje foi tempo de raspar todo o tecto e aplicar a primeira demão de tinta branca. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Amanha é outro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Comprei uma tinta mais clara do que a que tinha por isso o trabalho de pintar vai ser um pouco mais demorado, tem que cobrir a cor que esta agora, tenho um pouco de tinta mais escura que queria aplicar numa so parece, logo o marido disse: "Isso é feio, vai parecer que a tinta acabou e teve que ficar assim" Falta de sentido artistico os homens :-) Ou não!!&amp;nbsp; Logo se vê. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;Sonho meu: &amp;nbsp;um dia so dirigir o projecto e ter um servente :-) so fazer o que me apetecer :-) não sonho mal nao... por enquanto sou mesmo Olivia Patroa e Olivia Empregada... enquanto não se pegam as duas não estamos nada mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #b45f06;"&gt;:-) Bjs e boa semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5799632124559225296?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5799632124559225296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5799632124559225296&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5799632124559225296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5799632124559225296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/11/nova-vocacao-pois-estou-chegar-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6774134133775412733</id><published>2011-11-03T22:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T22:16:03.389Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Chegou o Outono!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente chegou o friozinho gostoso...&lt;br /&gt;Ha quem arrume a casa na Primavera, e ha quem aproveite o Verão!! Eu gosto de ser diferente e estou a aproveitar o Outono, para continuar a Pintar, a envernizar...e a arrumar!!&lt;br /&gt;Quando tiver a "obra" pronta, eu mostro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tento ocupar as ideias e matar o tempo, "Faça voce mesmo" são as revistas de mesinha de cabeceira. Tenho feito coisas que nem eu sabia que sabia fazer. A internet realmente da-nos conhecimentos variadissimos. Giro giro é ver a minha cara da pacóvia a olhar com orgulho para os tectos que estão imaculados. A dor nas costas faz-me lembrar da trabalheira que tive, e dar ainda mais valor ao feito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostava de ter um orçamentosito ilimitado para remodelar mais umas coisitas, mas isto da crise não permite grandes extravagancias, vaisse fazendo o que se pode, da melhor forma possivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Volto em breve para mostrar coisas giras.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto vou continuar a trabalhar, e pensando nas castanhinhas que ja apetecem :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bjs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJtXLVcIt-c/TrMSc20QSbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Ga_PB2CYFoU/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJtXLVcIt-c/TrMSc20QSbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Ga_PB2CYFoU/s200/1.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Su (Com saudades das Férias!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-6774134133775412733?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6774134133775412733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6774134133775412733&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6774134133775412733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6774134133775412733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/11/chegou-o-outono-finalmente-chegou-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mJtXLVcIt-c/TrMSc20QSbI/AAAAAAAAAzI/Ga_PB2CYFoU/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-993227079838133490</id><published>2011-09-03T19:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T19:41:09.238+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/i2mkmy3i2X4?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-993227079838133490?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/993227079838133490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=993227079838133490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/993227079838133490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/993227079838133490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/i2mkmy3i2X4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3754428888469747292</id><published>2011-09-01T19:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:42:44.143+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Ca estou de volta, as férias foram so uma semanita, mas ajudaram a relaxar e a mudar de ares e de rotinas, mais uma assim e eu ficava nova :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oNHC1zb_kw/Tl_RxdHLlSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/DDCT_JPesRs/s1600/pintarparedes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Setembro está à porta e&amp;nbsp; é tempo de fazer um novo rascunho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;A escola vai começar, a criança fica ocupada, o tempo deixa de ser de praia, o calor irritante esta a acabar, espero eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oNHC1zb_kw/Tl_RxdHLlSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/DDCT_JPesRs/s1600/pintarparedes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oNHC1zb_kw/Tl_RxdHLlSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/DDCT_JPesRs/s1600/pintarparedes.jpg" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;O País continua a passar tempos dificeis, por isso a vontade que existia de&amp;nbsp; neste momento estar à procura de um casa nova e dar um salto qualitativo de vida está completamente adormecida, &amp;nbsp;a solução é modernizar a que tenho&amp;nbsp;para que fique mais acolhedora e simpática.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Com alguns euros é possivel fazer algumas mudanças de estilos, pena o orçamento ser assim pequenito, mas é o que se pode arranjar. A tinta ja la está à espera de&amp;nbsp; um dia cheio de energia e disposição para por os pinceis na lata e zas pras na parede.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Os gostos mudam, e não podemos criticar de hoje não gostarmos das mesmas coisas que gostavamos Ha 13 anos, mau era se estavamos hoje iguais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Por isso vou remodelar, depois fotografo e mostro (se não ficar mt mal).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Bjs e bons trabalhos.&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/24551044-3754428888469747292?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3754428888469747292/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3754428888469747292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3754428888469747292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3754428888469747292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/09/ca-estou-de-volta-as-ferias-foram-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--oNHC1zb_kw/Tl_RxdHLlSI/AAAAAAAAAyM/DDCT_JPesRs/s72-c/pintarparedes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1076464063687771403</id><published>2011-08-13T19:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T19:53:41.554+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTXD3vhVkpI/TkbHRo_LVBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KRHz0v1rn1k/s1600/ferias2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTXD3vhVkpI/TkbHRo_LVBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KRHz0v1rn1k/s200/ferias2.jpg" width="186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pois vou ficar uns dias de férias.&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar passear, descansar, curtir bem o relax de não ter reloginho no pulso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá ver como se passa esta semaninha, ha alguns projectos na algibeira, mas dos projectos à concretização às vezes vai um pedacinho cumprido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar levar maquina fotografica e nao me esquecer de usa-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijocas e fiquem bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui descansar.&lt;br /&gt;Su.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1076464063687771403?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1076464063687771403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1076464063687771403&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1076464063687771403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1076464063687771403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/08/pois-vou-ficar-uns-dias-de-ferias.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZTXD3vhVkpI/TkbHRo_LVBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/KRHz0v1rn1k/s72-c/ferias2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-8421342435725125721</id><published>2011-07-28T22:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T22:00:46.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVjZ1elG6ng/TjHMVkzYQOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/uuQaKtLm9ew/s1600/mundoaocontrario.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVjZ1elG6ng/TjHMVkzYQOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/uuQaKtLm9ew/s320/mundoaocontrario.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E se de repente, conseguissemos ver o Mundo ao Contrario?&lt;br /&gt;Passo a explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Dou comigo muitas vezes a pensar como o&amp;nbsp; Meu mundo deveria, ou poderia ser diferente... o que poderia mudar aqui ou ali, o que faria mais sentido de outro jeito...&lt;br /&gt;Depois da Introspecção: O que eu preciso é de ver o Mundo de outro forma, de outra prespectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tentar entender de outro jeito o que à primeira vista parece incompreensivel, quantas vezes não desfolhamos uma revista de tras para a frente, na procura de algo que tenha escapado, ou mesmo de entender algo que não foi preceptivel na primeira volta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É isso que vou fazer, antes de virar tudo ao contrario, tentar olhar do lado do oposto dos oculos, talvez alguma coisa faça mais sentido.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbyFHiFY4HU/TjHN6fX3ZSI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-kEyQRvYne8/s1600/oculsoaoontrario.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fbyFHiFY4HU/TjHN6fX3ZSI/AAAAAAAAAx0/-kEyQRvYne8/s200/oculsoaoontrario.jpg" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Beijos profundos, estou em meditação.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fui ao fundo para tentar ver mais longe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Beijos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fiquem Bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Su&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-8421342435725125721?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/8421342435725125721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=8421342435725125721&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8421342435725125721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8421342435725125721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/07/e-se-de-repente-conseguissemos-ver-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SVjZ1elG6ng/TjHMVkzYQOI/AAAAAAAAAxw/uuQaKtLm9ew/s72-c/mundoaocontrario.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3949047163657247617</id><published>2011-07-08T17:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T17:08:31.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtu.be/QylNpUfGwkw"&gt;Terças com Morrie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nas férias aproveitei para ler este livro. Ha muito que desejava faze-lo.&lt;br /&gt;É um livro muito interessante, que fala sobre a Vida, a Morte e o sentido que cada um dá a sua vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só viveremos plenamente quando tivermos a consciencia de que morreremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A proposito deste tema, quando chegamos ao Hotel, na mesinha de cabeceira tinha um postal de boas vindas com o seguinte pensamento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vou de férias, levo uma mala bem pequenina, porque&amp;nbsp; o que realmente importa vai dentro de mim!"&lt;br /&gt;Autor Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) Amei&lt;br /&gt;Bjs Su&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-3949047163657247617?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3949047163657247617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3949047163657247617&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3949047163657247617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3949047163657247617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/07/tercas-com-morrie-nas-ferias-aproveitei.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1613143385474405427</id><published>2011-07-04T22:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-07-04T22:13:58.948+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2K75Bgxjt-k/ThIZyZn6OcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/gYFIgM_T3cc/s1600/1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2K75Bgxjt-k/ThIZyZn6OcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/gYFIgM_T3cc/s320/1.jpg" width="293" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Voltei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Semana Fantástica... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Se houver a definição de "perfeito" é isto... Simplesmente Perfeito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Uma semana de relaxe, de tranquilidade, de divertimento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tenerife foi uma bela surpresa, realmente a areia é escura, mas finissima, a agua transparente e quente. As ruas verdes e floridas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Hotel é Fabuloso, as piscinas de agua quentinha, a alimentação optima, as bebidas e ofertas das mesmas uma delicia... Tudo limpissimo e as pessoas muito amaveis. Hotel SENTIDO Jacaranda... fez todo o SENTIDO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Fomos visitar o Loro Park, gostamos muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Numa manha fomos fazer um passeio de barco para ver as baleias e os golfinhos no seu habitat natural a uns palmos de nós. É um grito de alerta para os cuidados que devemos ter para preservar a natureza, para que sempre seja possivel viver estas experiencias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O tempo esteve muito bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo correu de uma forma perfeita conforme planejado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora é tempo de voltar ao trabalho, é mais facil trabalhar quando se tem em mente um objectivo destes, um dia, outras férias assim. Maravilhosas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xb5KbcdDnhU/ThIsptDy9dI/AAAAAAAAAxg/k5WZR_nL9Gc/s1600/IM000631.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xb5KbcdDnhU/ThIsptDy9dI/AAAAAAAAAxg/k5WZR_nL9Gc/s200/IM000631.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bjs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1613143385474405427?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1613143385474405427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1613143385474405427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1613143385474405427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1613143385474405427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/07/voltei-semana-fantastica.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2K75Bgxjt-k/ThIZyZn6OcI/AAAAAAAAAxc/gYFIgM_T3cc/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3162006547221579384</id><published>2011-06-13T21:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T20:01:24.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Férias Aventura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ora eu que sou uma medricas de primeira leva, vou de férias da nova geração, marcadas pela Internet, pagas pela internet :-) Isto promete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vou para Tenerife dia 26.., está quase. Reservei o Hotel atraves de uma central de reservas. Não na primeira que encontrei porque essa após uma breve pesquisa pela internet descobri que é fraudolenta. É verdade, quase que sentia os euros a voar pela janela, e nada de férias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O Voo marquei directamente na companhia Ryanair, bons preços e uma empresa muito bem referenciada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois o momento dos transferes Aeroporto/Hotel, após uma breve pesquisa dos preços, rapidamente se chegou à conclusão de que alugar um carro para os 7 dias ia ficar muito mais em conta, além de que nos dá uma mobilidade muito maior para passear e conhecer toda a Ilha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois foi o momento de recolher alguma informação sobre o destino turistico escolhido, sitios a visitar, fazer os melhores sonhos,com as inumeras ofertas locais:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.loroparque.com/"&gt;Loro Park &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É um parque temático, com inumeros animais, shows de golfinhos, orcas, leões marinhos, araras e papagaios, pinguins, tigres, gorilas, jardins tropicais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.siampark.net/"&gt;Siam Park&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que é um parque aquatico, que se descreve como o maior parque aquatico da europa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nós peixinhos que somos que fazemos uma festa ali em Amarante, nem nos consigo imaginar numa coisa destas :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os lagos artificiais Martianez a norte da Ilha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os Vários passeios maritimos para ver os golfinhos e baleias, e nadar no alto mar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enfim... um montão de actividades que o dificil mesmo é escolher&amp;nbsp;se a troyka me desse um adiantamentozito... acham que peça?? afinal anda aí tudo a pedir. pode ser que deam por bem entregue o dinheiro, afinal é por uma boa causa, ver uma familia feliz a passear por Tenerife como se não houvesse amanha :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom vou continuar a trabalhar e esperar que dia 26 hegue logo logo ( desculpa Sandra, qd for dia 26 as tuas ferias ja foram) mas pensa em mim e em como estou tão bem aqui: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmnbXTV8IwM/TfZyj6F6XwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/SbLLxT3cRpE/s1600/Sentido-Jacaranda-Hotel-And-Resort-photos-Hotel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="256" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmnbXTV8IwM/TfZyj6F6XwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/SbLLxT3cRpE/s320/Sentido-Jacaranda-Hotel-And-Resort-photos-Hotel.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div name="tvtrip-anchor"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tvtrip.com/adeje-hotels/jacaranda" name="tvtrip-player"&gt;Sentido Jacaranda Hotel &amp;amp; Resort - Adeje Hotel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.tvtrip.com/embed-site.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-3162006547221579384?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3162006547221579384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3162006547221579384&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3162006547221579384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3162006547221579384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/06/ferias-aventura.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hmnbXTV8IwM/TfZyj6F6XwI/AAAAAAAAAxY/SbLLxT3cRpE/s72-c/Sentido-Jacaranda-Hotel-And-Resort-photos-Hotel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5439445070918557224</id><published>2011-06-04T16:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:27:41.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XFClgJ3UWQ/TepML7L9fiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/LP4GgSaRAsM/s1600/domore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XFClgJ3UWQ/TepML7L9fiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/LP4GgSaRAsM/s320/domore.jpg" t8="true" width="179" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E se todos os dias ao levantar tivessemos este letreiro na mesinha de cabeceira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Os nossos dias deveriam ser mesmo nossos, não permitamos que nos roubem das poucas coisas que temos, o nosso espaço, o nosso tempo, o nosso sorriso, a nossa tranquilidade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O meu tempo para mim tem sido um pouquito mais, mas mesmo assim, podia ser mais um cadito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Por isso, vou de FÉRIAS! Sim, de férias mesmo, ja não vou de férias ha uns anos. A vida é pequena, começa aqui acaba logo ali. E as férias são das melhores coisas da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vou tentar aguentar a ansiedade que ja é mais que muita. Vou a um sitio que nunca fui, o meu filho vai andar de avião que nunca andou, vou sorrir o que nunca sorri e aproveitar para viver o que de melhor se pode viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É ja no dia 26... ta quase, claro que primeiro temos o S. João que é uma maravilha aquido Norte e logo a seguir....vummmm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adivinhem la para onde vou... Aqui ao lado uma dica...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Espero vir preta, não tão preta como a areia da praia :-) Beijocas. Su&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihfCvmAJMIE/TepOh5WC8tI/AAAAAAAAAxE/1bROgy6B91k/s1600/playapreta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ihfCvmAJMIE/TepOh5WC8tI/AAAAAAAAAxE/1bROgy6B91k/s200/playapreta.jpg" t8="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5439445070918557224?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5439445070918557224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5439445070918557224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5439445070918557224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5439445070918557224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/06/e-se-todos-os-dias-ao-levantar.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4XFClgJ3UWQ/TepML7L9fiI/AAAAAAAAAxA/LP4GgSaRAsM/s72-c/domore.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3772125654627248008</id><published>2011-04-27T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T22:09:21.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Fim de Tarde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWh5IYTI0IE/TaXTwdOOwLI/AAAAAAAAAw8/0BSiQsXY-oM/s1600/fim-de-tarde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWh5IYTI0IE/TaXTwdOOwLI/AAAAAAAAAw8/0BSiQsXY-oM/s320/fim-de-tarde.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;Adoro o Final da tarde... mais alguém? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É que nem sei explicar bem porquê, mas neste momento do dia adoro passear, arejar. Nas férias esta é a hora do dia que&amp;nbsp; prefiro, depois de um dia animado de praia e sol, um banho relaxante e passear até chegar a hora do jantar é divinal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Normalmente a esta hora no dia-a-dia estou a trabalhar, e ao domingo ao final da tarde ja estou no merecido sofá. Por isso não ha mesmo motivo nenhum para esta minha predesposição para este horário, a não ser que&amp;nbsp; esteja sempre a pensar nas férias :-)&lt;br /&gt;Já não me lembro de ir de férias, mas lembro-me sem duvida de como adoro as férias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A páscoa ja passou, agora mais um saltinho e já está. Este mês de Maio é o aniversário da cria, momento sempre muito importante. Depois vem o S. Joao que tambem adoro. De seguida vou esperar ter uma semaninha de férias, mesmo daquelas que nos fazem relaxar e retomar energias de que tanto precisamos. Vamos la ver se fica mesmo assim como nos sonhos :-)&lt;br /&gt;Até lá bom trabalho :-) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bjs Su&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-3772125654627248008?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3772125654627248008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3772125654627248008&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3772125654627248008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3772125654627248008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/04/fim-de-tarde.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PWh5IYTI0IE/TaXTwdOOwLI/AAAAAAAAAw8/0BSiQsXY-oM/s72-c/fim-de-tarde.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3261870549692877416</id><published>2011-03-18T22:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-18T22:10:09.570Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f; font-size: large;"&gt;Caminhos Percorridos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Foi este o nome que escolhi para o&amp;nbsp;trabalho que desenvolvi nos ultimos meses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;No inicio do ano de 2010, quando preparava o meu curriculo para responder a alguns anuncios, senti que ele estava incompleto, na escolaridade dizia 11º, para um emprego onde pedissem o ensino secundario completo, o meu curriculo era insuficiente.&amp;nbsp; Todos os dias passava na escola onde podia ler o cartaz, "CNO - Aprender Compensa", um dia, resolvi entrar, nesse mesmo dia preenchi um formulario de inscrição para&amp;nbsp;o Processo RVCC Reconhecimento, Validação e Certificação de Competencias. Em junho chamaram-me para uma primeira sessão de esclarecimento, em Setembro de 2010 ligaram-me, o meu processo de RVCC do Secundario iria iniciar dia 27/09/2010.&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Fui sem saber que caminho seria este, com ansias e receios proprios de quem vai para o desconhecimento, para um ambiente que ignorava. E la estava eu numa sala da escola. AS primeiras sessões quinzenais são pra nos explicarem como decorre este processo e tudo parece muito confuso, mas ao mesmo tempo entusiasmante.&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Comecei a escrever a "Historia da minha Vida"&amp;nbsp; a 05 de Outubro e tinha cerca de 5 paginas. Os caminhos que descrevemos têm conteudos que vão ser valorizados pelos formadores, como formações, competencias apreendidas ao longo da vida profissional, ate mesmo a nossa capacidade de viver em sociedade é valorizada.&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ha um numero minimo&amp;nbsp;de requesitos que devemos alcansar para que nos seja certificado o 12º ano, os chamados Creditos, no total são 88 e no minimo temos que validar 44 em competencis próprias. Ha várias formas de chegar à meta, cada um pelo seu caminho, desenvolvendo o trabalho aqui e ali. O Ritmo de trabalho tambem é o de cada um, não ha um timing definido. Eu fiz um trabalho ao meu ritmo, ou seja a 200 km/h como é meu habito em tudo na vida. e em finais de fevereiro tinha o meu livro com 110 paginas, e creditados os 88 créditos. As directrizes dos formadores são fundamentais, o incentivo do coordenador é importantissimo.&amp;nbsp; 110 paginas depois e com os 88 créditos validados, a sensação que ficou foi de que muito mais haveria para dizer. &amp;nbsp;Engraçado que quando pensamos bem o nosso caminho percorrido tem tanto que contar.&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Depois do "livro" pronto, foi momento de desenvolver um powerpoint, sobre um tema à minha escolha para apresentar numa sessão de júri que se realizou no passado dia 11. &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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Ao contrario da linha do meu trabalho que foi mais recta&amp;nbsp; e profissional, neste trabalho final "floreei" mais e mostrei um pouco mais da minha outra vertente, mais artistica e feminina.&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Durante este meu processo tudo se encaixou de um forma tão natural, as ideias foram surgindo e entrando cada uma a seu tempo, o receio inicial que senti, dicipou-se gradualmente de uma forma natural.&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Adorei ter dado este passo. Foi das melhores coisas que me aconteram ultimamente.&amp;nbsp;O reentrar na escola, faz-nos reviver, acordar para o hoje. Agora continuo na formação de Ingles, que tambem é muito agradavel. Conviver com outros adultos que tambem em alguma altura das suas vidas se viram privados de estudar. &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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Todos deveriamos ter direito a esta nova oportunidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;A auta-estima que senti no final por ter conseguido foi o melhor prémio. As palavras simpaticas que no final da minha apresentação me dirigiram ficarão por muito tempo a ecoar na minha cabeça e concerteza que me darão força para seguir com coragem e vontade nesta época em que&amp;nbsp; a vida está tão dificil e angustiante. o futuro pode não ser melhor, mas a minha confiança de certo que ajudará.&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Obrigado&amp;nbsp; a todos que me ajudaram neste processo, não ha palavras que agradeçam o suficiente a felicidade que me proporcionaram a 11 de Março de 2011. Os profissionais do CNO da ESIC parecem escolhidos a dedo. São do Melhor!&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;"Embora ninguem possa voltar atras e fazer um novo começo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Qualquer um pode começar agora e fazer um Novo Fim"&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;span style="color: #274e13;"&gt;Bjs Su&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/24551044-3261870549692877416?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3261870549692877416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3261870549692877416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3261870549692877416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3261870549692877416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/03/caminhos-percorridos-foi-este-o-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1101334863547402320</id><published>2011-03-12T16:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-12T16:50:18.431Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;É assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt; que me sinto hoje, a Renascer, como se tivesse estado à espera da Primavera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Não chegou ainda, mas está concerteza dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;É dia de Cantar, de Acordar, de Fazer um Novo Começo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Acabei ontem o meu processo de RVCC, correu de uma forma fantastica. Terminou de uma maneira brilhante. Os profissionais que comigo caminharam foram excelentes. Sinto-me Feliz e Valorizada e este sentimento é mais do que um diploma. &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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Eu prometi que vinha contar&amp;nbsp;como começou, como foi e&amp;nbsp;o que conclui, e venho, mas não é hoje. Tenho um Bolo à espera. &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;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Beijocas e quando sentirem duvidas de devem ou não fazer algo, pelo sim, pelo não façam, se avançarmos podemos cair, mas se nao seguirmos em frente, ficaremos sempre na duvida do que teria sido a nossa vida Se... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here I am - this is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;There's no where else on earth I'd rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here I am - it's just me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tonight we make our dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;It's a new world - it's a new start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;It's alive with the beating of young hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;It's a new day - it 's a new plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;I've been waiting for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-I2bOv1qqE3Y/TXui7KJkKUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MgEII2h0Asw/s1600/ren.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-I2bOv1qqE3Y/TXui7KJkKUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MgEII2h0Asw/s1600/ren.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here we are - we've just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;And after all this time - our time has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Yeah here we are - still goin'strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Right here in the place where we belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here I am - this is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;There's no where else on earth I'd rather be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here I am - it's just me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Tonight we make our dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here I am - I'm next to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;And suddenly the world is all brand new&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here I am - I'm gonna stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Now there's nothin standin in our way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #38761d;"&gt;Here I am - this is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1101334863547402320?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1101334863547402320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1101334863547402320&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1101334863547402320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1101334863547402320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/03/e-assim-que-me-sinto-hoje-renascer-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-I2bOv1qqE3Y/TXui7KJkKUI/AAAAAAAAAw4/MgEII2h0Asw/s72-c/ren.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-578357782746482987</id><published>2011-03-01T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-03-01T22:32:07.486Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I4-Oa060q9M/TW1xz4easlI/AAAAAAAAAww/8Q2J41mvWB4/s1600/marrrr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" l6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I4-Oa060q9M/TW1xz4easlI/AAAAAAAAAww/8Q2J41mvWB4/s1600/marrrr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Domingo fui caminhar, na marginal, o sol estava quente, o passeio cheio de gente, da Foz do Douro ate ao Castelo do Queijo, no chamado "Passeio Alegre", mas não estava assim tão alegre. O mar que outrora tinha um ar inspirador e tranquilo, apresentava um semblante carregado, uma cor de verde acinzentado, estava com ar de Assassino :-(. De cada vez que onda ia e vinha, so me vinha à lembrança a dor dos pais, dos jovens que sabado perderam a vida naquele mar.&amp;nbsp; A idade da insconsciencia levou-os ao perigo. mas quem ja não foi inconsciente que atire a primeira pedra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;Lamento imenso esta dor descomunal, e sem sentido. Mal eu sabia que na mesma tarde aquele mesmo mar iria mostrar de novo a sua ira e por em risco mais vidas, mas quem são os responsaveis pela criança de 14 anos que foi para aquele inferno... as pessoas são inconsciente, é a natureza humana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje acendo uma vela e rezo um Pai Nosso, para que alguma forma estes pais encontra força para sobreviver e prosseguir na sua busca interior de Paz, que tanto vão precisar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JEFsc_nZITI/TW1zaXWq36I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Lo1LD73gEO8/s1600/vela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="183" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JEFsc_nZITI/TW1zaXWq36I/AAAAAAAAAw0/Lo1LD73gEO8/s200/vela.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&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 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/24551044-578357782746482987?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/578357782746482987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=578357782746482987&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/578357782746482987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/578357782746482987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/03/domingo-fui-caminhar-na-marginal-o-sol.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-I4-Oa060q9M/TW1xz4easlI/AAAAAAAAAww/8Q2J41mvWB4/s72-c/marrrr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5017306355670415484</id><published>2011-02-19T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-02-19T16:02:33.787Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ora ca estou... &lt;br /&gt;A voltar lentamente ao trilho certo...&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VS7W46SMJZw/TV_nUr2IXWI/AAAAAAAAAws/BKTyP34ja5k/s1600/trilho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VS7W46SMJZw/TV_nUr2IXWI/AAAAAAAAAws/BKTyP34ja5k/s200/trilho.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;às vezes saimos do caminho que traçamos, isso é não complicado, dificil é saber andar pelo caminho alternativo, sem descarrilar e esperar pela retoma da estrada segura e ja conhecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É como a roupa e os sapatos, sentimo-nos bem com aquelas calças velhas. são tão confortaveis... mas de vez enquando é preciso vestir a saia justa... o desconforto que nos tras, faz -nos dar valor à calça gasta :-)&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 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A minha escola esta num caminho optimo.&amp;nbsp; Cheguei esta semana semana à meta desejada. Gosto de cumprir os objectivos a que me proponho. De trabalhar&amp;nbsp; e de ver os frutos desse trabalho sendo reconhecidos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gostei de mostrar ao meu filho que poderia ter parado de trabalhar quando atingi um determinado momento, mas segui em frente para conseguir o melhor. Para chegar mais longe. Temos que insentivar as crianças, para que nunca desistam, para que quando cheguem ao suficiente continuem a trabalhar para o Bom, e chegando lá, nao sentar, mas continuar trabalhar, o Muito Bom e o Excelente tambem fazem parte da pauta. É so preciso não sentar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Daqui&amp;nbsp; nada venho contar o resumo deste processo de RVCC e fazer o balanço, vou so ali marcar a sesão de Juri e ja volto. É que falta um bocadinho assim para o diploma. o Balanço virá a seguir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom fim de semana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Su&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5017306355670415484?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5017306355670415484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5017306355670415484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5017306355670415484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5017306355670415484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/02/ora-ca-estou.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VS7W46SMJZw/TV_nUr2IXWI/AAAAAAAAAws/BKTyP34ja5k/s72-c/trilho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-282550447399881698</id><published>2011-01-22T15:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T15:09:33.774Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TTrxXg9ABwI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OyzHqeTN91g/s1600/devagar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TTrxXg9ABwI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OyzHqeTN91g/s200/devagar.jpg" width="182" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;﻿Sinto-me assim ... Quenina e Fragil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Está tudo a parar à minha volta. Pouco trabalho é bom tipo férias, nos primeiros dias aproveitamos para descansar, nos seguintes pomos coisas em dia para as quais não havia tempo. E a seguir? O Que se Faz??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não gosto de me sentir a parar. Prefiro correr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou ter que começar a mudar isso de dentro para fora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Segunda vou à escola, o processo RVC esta quase a terminar, à 5ª vou à formaçao de Ingles. O Saber nõ ocupa lugar :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora nos dias restantes, vou começar a sair de casa bem cedito. Tipo 8.15 e arejar. Vou por à mão o MP3 e m bom agasalho. Tem q ser. Se me sinto bem a girar porque parar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Sol tá aí,&amp;nbsp;a minha vontade tambem. Por isso vamos la a sacudir a morconice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijinhos e Bom fim de semana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Su&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-282550447399881698?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/282550447399881698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=282550447399881698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/282550447399881698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/282550447399881698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2011/01/sinto-me-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TTrxXg9ABwI/AAAAAAAAAwg/OyzHqeTN91g/s72-c/devagar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6199775644766627690</id><published>2010-12-31T16:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-31T16:39:49.222Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Pois o Natal ja foi... nem dei por isso, doente a coisa nao presta, fiquei zangada c o Pai Natal e não quero mais falar p ele...&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;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Hoje termina mais uma jornada, mais um caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Momento de fazer um balanço dos altos e baixos, não dos acontecimentos que esses ja nao mudam, mas da nossa forma de lidar com esses percalços, o que aprendemos, o que demos e o que ficou por dar.&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;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Assim podemos de uma forma melhor delinear o futuro, planejar, e sermos melhores Pessoas, para com os que Amamos, os proximos e os AMIGOS. Assim certemente teremos um melhor futuro para nós como retorno das dádivas de cada dia. &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;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;É esse o Plano de acção: SER MELHOR GENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Quando me esquecer e "praguejar" avisem-me por favor que estou a fugir do projecto, e logo de seguida fujam, mas mais tarde voltem, hei-de ponderar sobre as vossas palavras e agradecer. &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;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Que&amp;nbsp; o 2011 seja muito Feliz para Todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Que não falte a saúde, a alegria de viver e o trabalho.&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;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Bom Ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6aa84f;"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TR4HQWVhlTI/AAAAAAAAAwE/rE4sSOvIHoo/s1600/imagesCAS0FXFD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TR4HQWVhlTI/AAAAAAAAAwE/rE4sSOvIHoo/s1600/imagesCAS0FXFD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-6199775644766627690?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6199775644766627690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6199775644766627690&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6199775644766627690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6199775644766627690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/12/pois-o-natal-ja-foi.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TR4HQWVhlTI/AAAAAAAAAwE/rE4sSOvIHoo/s72-c/imagesCAS0FXFD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2703349219852814066</id><published>2010-12-09T19:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T19:20:07.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TQEqrSIPkHI/AAAAAAAAAv4/2AlcatuTBmM/s1600/natala%25C3%25AD.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TQEqrSIPkHI/AAAAAAAAAv4/2AlcatuTBmM/s1600/natala%25C3%25AD.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Socorro!!! O Natal ta quase aí!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Minha gente faltam 15 dias para o Natal... e eu nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Estou como aqui a ovelha choné, so tenho a arvore.&amp;nbsp; A festa vai ser la em casa e ainda nada de projectos, nada de prendas, nada de ideias, nada de guitos :-o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;So tenho duas soluçoes STRESSAAARRRR que é a minha preferida, ou então dormir relaxadamente como se não houvesse amanha :-)) Bem ZENNN e esquecer o Mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Neste momento da vida que preferia dormir um ano inteiro e cordar bem tarde, tenho que sair da toca... é que não me apetece nada... Ta frio e eu sem disposição.&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;span style="color: red;"&gt;Vivam os Amigo e os Email de Natal, são uma delicia, apesar de me ajudarem a STREESSSAAARR ainda mais, dão-me vontade de rir, penso sempre que se enganaram e estão a mandar postais de Natal na Páscoa. Acordem Amigos, quero coelhos e amendoas, não o Natal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Su &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/24551044-2703349219852814066?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2703349219852814066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2703349219852814066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2703349219852814066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2703349219852814066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/12/socorro-o-natal-ta-quase-ai-minha-gente.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TQEqrSIPkHI/AAAAAAAAAv4/2AlcatuTBmM/s72-c/natala%25C3%25AD.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1226595775006033238</id><published>2010-11-18T22:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T22:13:37.731Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TOWklFVZKLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/4DaiBW4wJ10/s1600/scrat2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="257" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TOWklFVZKLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/4DaiBW4wJ10/s320/scrat2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Continuo a sentir-me que nem esta coisa... corro corro e não alcanso :-)&lt;br /&gt;Mas enquanto vemos o objectivo a chegar como uma cenoura à frente continuo a correr... E não me chamem burra... lá por correr atras de cenouras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanha ja é sexta :-)&lt;br /&gt;Bora la preparar o fim-de-semana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1226595775006033238?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1226595775006033238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1226595775006033238&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1226595775006033238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1226595775006033238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/11/continuo-sentir-me-que-nem-esta-coisa.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TOWklFVZKLI/AAAAAAAAAv0/4DaiBW4wJ10/s72-c/scrat2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-9139174163570563200</id><published>2010-11-03T22:19:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-03T22:19:51.864Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TNHeTFFIq-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/HYNCyfs5IN4/s1600/anjinho_haloscan.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TNHeTFFIq-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/HYNCyfs5IN4/s200/anjinho_haloscan.gif" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Indo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;E cá vou, indo prá frente que é onde está o caminho.&amp;nbsp; A 200 à hora, como me habituei e gosto, sempre a correr é que quando tenho tempo para parar, olho muito em volta e tenho mais tempo para balanços. Não preciso disso, preciso de chegar lá frente o quanto antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Comecei como disse o processo de RVCC para ter a certificação do 12º ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Onde quero chegar com isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Além... muito além, seja lá o alem o que for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;O que vou ganahr com isso? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Tudo, auto estima, interesse pessoal em mim... e por aí fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Como vou conseguir fazer isso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Como tudo o resto que sempre fiz, a 200 à hora, é possível sim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;De resto tudo calmo, calminho , e ja não é pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Tenho o meu primeiro portátil, não nao é o magalhaes, é uma coisa muito fixe q apesar de muita gente andar aí a passear os Pc debaixo do braço, eu ainda nao tinha, sinto-me mais ... moderna :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Entre reuniões de Concelho de turma na escola do filho, trabalhos em turnos esquesitos, "biscates" a horas confusas, com objectivos danadinhos, que aproveito como se fosse ouro, porque as oportunidades não são para quem quer, mas para quem abre as duas mãos e os pés tambem :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Beijocas grandes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394;"&gt;Su&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/24551044-9139174163570563200?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/9139174163570563200/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=9139174163570563200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/9139174163570563200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/9139174163570563200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/11/indo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TNHeTFFIq-I/AAAAAAAAAvs/HYNCyfs5IN4/s72-c/anjinho_haloscan.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5084272759126094760</id><published>2010-10-02T17:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T17:41:03.347+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TKdbVpD6wQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iQtOM1Zif6Y/s1600/novocaminho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TKdbVpD6wQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iQtOM1Zif6Y/s200/novocaminho.jpg" width="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;"Ninguém pode voltrar atraz no tempo e fazer um novo começo, mas podemos começar AGORA e fazer um novo fim..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é que é a mais pura verdade, deviamos pensar isso a cada dia, é sempre tempo de começo, ou recomeço, podemos recomeçar as vezes que forem necessárias, o fim será sempre o que nós escolhermos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana comecei o meu processo de RVCC... vou tentar recuperar o tempo perdido e procurar um novo recomeço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Fim de Semana&lt;br /&gt;Bjs Su&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5084272759126094760?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5084272759126094760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5084272759126094760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5084272759126094760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5084272759126094760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/10/ninguem-pode-voltrar-atraz-no-tempo-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TKdbVpD6wQI/AAAAAAAAAvM/iQtOM1Zif6Y/s72-c/novocaminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2249102405354885410</id><published>2010-09-25T22:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T22:36:10.803+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TJ5oW8tjGMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FtHnG3ChHFY/s1600/images2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TJ5oW8tjGMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FtHnG3ChHFY/s200/images2.jpg" width="144" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordei, seriam pouco mais de 7 da manhã, e saí, conduzi, conduzi...&amp;nbsp;fui ao cabelereiro, pentear o cabelo, pouco longo, mas&amp;nbsp;a necessitar de cuidados especiais. Afinal é todos os dias que nos casamos!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qd o cabelo ficou pronto, saí, e procurei o carro, com ar de esgroveada nao me conseguia lembrar de modo algum onde tinha posto o carro... Corri as ruas acima e abaixo, perdi-me, com cabelo de pavão... resolvi trincar uma chiclet p relaxar e tentar encontrar um rumo. A bola de chiclet era enorme, devia estar estragada, colou... Colou nos dentessss, no nariz, na cara maquiada.&amp;nbsp; E continuei a andar, quase sem destino, mas algo me dizia q aquele caminho era familiar e deveria estar perto de casa. Afinal o cabeleireiro era porta pegada à porta de casa, tinha apenas conduzido em circulos!! Nistro vejo o portão e o Noivo, mas que raio!! estava eu produzida de calçoes, véu, cara maquiada e de chiclet colada no rosto, o veu ja a cair, e o noivo tava ali!! Percebeu&amp;nbsp; q algo corria mal. As neuronios entraram em stress e afinal o que deveria ser um dia de magia adivinhava se ser uma doideira do pior, com uma noiva sem rumo. Resolveu ficar comigo ate à hhora da cerimonia, não fosse a doida nao cair em si e deixa-lo na igreja a contar carneiros.... Minha nossa que dia de loucos que deve ter sido é que depois Acordei e fiquei se saber como acabou a façanha :-)&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Alguém aí perito em sonhos q&amp;nbsp; possa descodificar os sonhos desta fulana que nao tem mais nada q fazer de noite do que sonhar sonhar e sonhar ?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijocas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Su.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-2249102405354885410?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2249102405354885410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2249102405354885410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2249102405354885410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2249102405354885410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/09/acordei-seriam-pouco-mais-de-7-da-manha.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TJ5oW8tjGMI/AAAAAAAAAvI/FtHnG3ChHFY/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1345362483609132363</id><published>2010-09-22T21:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:53:04.151+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TJprXelTTMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/aIt6nH4ByX0/s1600/floresII.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 168px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 180px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TJprXelTTMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/aIt6nH4ByX0/s200/floresII.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Começam os dias mais cinzentos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Um friozinho na noite, e aqui tambem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;O Sol ja não me aquece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E pela janela, espero ansiosa que a chuva volte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Gosto de Praia e de Sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Mas gosto muito mais do frio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Dos Domingos com castanhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ah e de Diospiros :)&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/24551044-1345362483609132363?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1345362483609132363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1345362483609132363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1345362483609132363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1345362483609132363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/09/comecam-os-dias-mais-cinzentos-um.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TJprXelTTMI/AAAAAAAAAvA/aIt6nH4ByX0/s72-c/floresII.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6165944595201515436</id><published>2010-09-06T16:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T16:07:38.556+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TIUAYQufyRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wzJG-8IdtC4/s1600/omar_12.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TIUAYQufyRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wzJG-8IdtC4/s320/omar_12.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pronto, cá tou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Há quem diga que retempera, quem diga que da novo folego... eu nem sei que diga... deu pra... descansar.&amp;nbsp; JÁ VALEU!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não fossem as obras mesmo por cima da nossa casinha e tinha descasado bem mais, assim fomo "obrigados" a passear mais que o previsto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O Carro tambem ja está pronto, sim porque nas férias ha sempre sitios giros onde gastar dinheiro ... em pneus!! E Agora o meu nao pega... não ha de ser nada, acho que são mesmo só saudades :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Agora é preciso olhar em frente, fazer projectos, sim porque eu sou uma mulher de projectos, gosto de traçar metas, mesmo que não as cumpra... essas metas servem como insentivo, como impulso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vamos la aos sete oficios, porque o Natal ja vem aí. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Continuação de bom trabalho para quem trabalha:-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Bjs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-6165944595201515436?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6165944595201515436/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6165944595201515436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6165944595201515436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6165944595201515436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/09/pronto-ca-tou.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TIUAYQufyRI/AAAAAAAAAuo/wzJG-8IdtC4/s72-c/omar_12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7946393691534041254</id><published>2010-08-28T20:02:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T20:02:01.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Perfeito -</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/UvQS2BCSoY8/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvQS2BCSoY8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UvQS2BCSoY8?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Linda não é?? Adoro ... Bjs... Vou ali de Férias e ja volto.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-7946393691534041254?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7946393691534041254/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7946393691534041254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7946393691534041254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7946393691534041254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/08/amor-perfeito.html' title='Amor Perfeito -'/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3468969369105885791</id><published>2010-08-25T15:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T15:50:29.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recados-online.net/Mensagens/Amizade/27/Amizade_760574092_dani242.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="258" ox="true" src="http://www.recados-online.net/Mensagens/Amizade/27/Amizade_760574092_dani242.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah pois é, ha coisas que nao se esquecem, coisas que pensamos que so os "velhos" amigos percebem mesmo quando não falamos... Por isso estão sempre num lugar tão especial do nosso coração.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;E assim a vidinha se vai levando, estamos quase no final do mes de Agosto, o verão ja la vai, ou quase... as Férias, fogem por entre os dedos, 5 dias de férias iuppi, souberam bués de bem, desejo ansiosamente outros 5, estamos em ano sim... ou seja ano de férias sim, 5+5 é uma folia, pena ser ano sim também na crise nacional e agente que nao tem culpa nenhuma seja apanhada por esta avalanche que nos leva de arrasto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Os ultimos dois meses foram cheios, crianças de férias e as nossas orelhas ficam a mil :-) o que vale setembro está à porta e o silencio imperará :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora era um dia de silencio e de sossego, outro de folia e de pulos, outro de exercicios, outros de comesaina e mais um de entretenimento com amigos, assim eram os meus 5 dias fantásticos. Vamos la ver como se seguem os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Fui andar de bicicleta, gostei muito, ja nao andava ha muito, pela marginal do rio Douro, que maravilha, fomos e fomos e depois voltamos, eu de carro claro, que nao dava nem mais uma pedalada, e nos 2 dias seguintes tive q andar de almofada debaixo do rabo, mas valeu a pena, se valeu. Vai ficar na lista : "A repetir" Aquelas bicicletas electricas devem ser muita fixes, apanha se o ar na mesma e dor nas pernas nada ... humm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Bom. Quem foi de férias espero que tenham aproveitado muito bem, SE ainda nao foram, hide, que isto de não ter férias é de matar qq um. Nem que seja pra dentro de nós proprios devemos sempre a qq lugar. Ha sempre algo a aprender.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Beijocas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Su&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-3468969369105885791?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3468969369105885791/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3468969369105885791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3468969369105885791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3468969369105885791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/08/ah-pois-e-ha-coisas-que-nao-se-esquecem.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-8129436676771665968</id><published>2010-07-02T18:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T18:20:01.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TC4eu9MBUKI/AAAAAAAAAuY/K6o66xAzwOI/s1600/215.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 232px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489358787859009698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TC4eu9MBUKI/AAAAAAAAAuY/K6o66xAzwOI/s320/215.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Peguem lá um careta... Porque me apetece...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este fim de semana vai estar um calorinho porreta de gostoso, é momento de agente se esbaldar na praia :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabado vou a um casório, Domingo, ah domingo, acho que me vou atirar pra areia se acordar a horas de ainda ir à areia :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O corpo pede soninho e relax, mas a cabeça pede... sempre folia :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca mais é férias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijinhos e bom fim de semana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-8129436676771665968?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/8129436676771665968/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=8129436676771665968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8129436676771665968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8129436676771665968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/07/peguem-la-um-careta.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TC4eu9MBUKI/AAAAAAAAAuY/K6o66xAzwOI/s72-c/215.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7401429294164309662</id><published>2010-06-05T16:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:54:15.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TApx_G9jGhI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZsA3-yqVsww/s1600/0aula.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 223px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479317225664092690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TApx_G9jGhI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZsA3-yqVsww/s320/0aula.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Preciso de Sol!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mais alguem??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto me assim como que a precisar de um bom banho de sol para carregar enegias. Deve ser de o pessoal começar  a ir de férias para aqui e para acolá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anda tudo a ficar bronzeado. Mas o certo é q o tempo nao acerta. Um calor danado à semana e ao domingo um tempo de foleirice...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Continuo com vontade de estar só comigo, va se la saber porque, talvez porque nao preciso de fazer um grande esforço para me entender. Enquanto que para perceber os outros tenho que me esforçar um pedaço, mesmo assim não está facil. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom fim de semana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Beijocas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou tentar encontrar uma nesga de sol :-) para carregar tipo Wall-E&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-7401429294164309662?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7401429294164309662/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7401429294164309662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7401429294164309662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7401429294164309662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/06/preciso-de-sol-mais-alguem-sinto-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/TApx_G9jGhI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/ZsA3-yqVsww/s72-c/0aula.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2853933306314988273</id><published>2010-05-10T15:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T15:25:23.006+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gVxXy5DgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FBKls36p-wE/s1600/borb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 164px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469645685386710530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gVxXy5DgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FBKls36p-wE/s320/borb.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cá tou, nao tão breve como pensava proque as melhoras nao foram as que esperava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A mãe em vez de melhorar piorou, e quinta la fui de novo pras urgencias, eu que nao gosto de incomodar ninguem... liguei e apelei a toda a gente, todos, os que pudessem ajudar ou não, foram convocados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Temos que fazer cara feia e bater o pé, não é q estes médicos andam todos a dormir, eu acredito que haja pessoas que por tudo e por nada se queixem, e no primeiro ai vão a correr pro hospital, mas bolas nao podem tomar todos por iguais e minimizar as queixas vezes sem conta, mesmo quando ha evidencias de que algo está muito mal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom, la ficou a mãe internada, agora esperamos melhoras e aguardamos pacientemente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Espero em breve, mesmo breve, dar noticias melhores e ter um pouquito mais de tempo que agora c tudo atrasado nao sei bem onde encontrar o fio da meada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ai umas férias agora eram como chinelo no meu pé.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-2853933306314988273?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2853933306314988273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2853933306314988273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2853933306314988273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2853933306314988273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/05/ca-tou-nao-tao-breve-como-pensava.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gVxXy5DgI/AAAAAAAAAtY/FBKls36p-wE/s72-c/borb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7032636924361595868</id><published>2010-05-05T16:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T17:03:12.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-GUqRU5VZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/mcxuBLgQ7cM/s1600/borboleta-rouxino_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 282px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467814876530955666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-GUqRU5VZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/mcxuBLgQ7cM/s320/borboleta-rouxino_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ola, 1º Desculpem, 2º Desculpem, e finalmente desculpem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta casa ficou assim vazia, mas cadê a criatura que não dá o ar da sua graça...  Foi falta do que dizer, foi falta de paciencia e de tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois tudo se precipitou e la foi o tempo  a correr pela janela fora mais uma vez.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vamos la ver se tudo se acalma e  o tempo começa a fluir da melhor forma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Fui á escola, fazer uma inscrição... mas ela é amluca e tempo pra isso?? Tudo se arranja :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Começou o calor, aproveitamos a praia e o campismo, logo o único dia de folga serve mesmo para folgar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-A mãe ficou doente na sexta, segunda, mais doente e terça muito doente. Passei os ultimos dias no hospital, agora vamos la ver se ha melhoras. Ha coisas que nunca conseguiremos explicar... sentimentos, pensamentos....em frente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora tentamos voltar à normalidade desta vida anormal :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tentar relaxar e respirar fundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijinhos grandes. Volto Já já. e mais uma vez desculpem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-7032636924361595868?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7032636924361595868/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7032636924361595868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7032636924361595868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7032636924361595868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/05/ola-1-desculpem-2-desculpem-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-GUqRU5VZI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/mcxuBLgQ7cM/s72-c/borboleta-rouxino_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-8277681112182560990</id><published>2010-03-23T21:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T21:33:17.101Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S6kxvJj9JeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LklSbWbzIGQ/s1600-h/Visitas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 246px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451943509999035874" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S6kxvJj9JeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LklSbWbzIGQ/s320/Visitas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Visitas de Manhã, para começar bem do dia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi esta fantastica visita que tive um destes dias :-) Na janela a bater como quem bate a unha num vidro. Toc Toc, como quem diz "Estou aqui!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fiquei a olhar, a tentar perceber como aquela rola, tão novinha tinha vindo ate ali em cima (7º Andar) não é costume.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os loucos dizem que quem ja foi, volta, vem nos ver, e vai convivendo connosco, das mais variadas formas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De louco todos temos um pouco e se for esta a minha Loucura, que fique registado. Eu acredito nesta loucura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E vou ficar à espera de mais visitas destas :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adorei :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-8277681112182560990?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/8277681112182560990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=8277681112182560990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8277681112182560990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8277681112182560990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/03/visitas-de-manha-para-comecar-bem-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S6kxvJj9JeI/AAAAAAAAAs4/LklSbWbzIGQ/s72-c/Visitas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-8378724283670910716</id><published>2010-03-22T23:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T00:01:07.229Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S6gDAXPT6GI/AAAAAAAAAso/GoCYHaBQ1H8/s1600-h/Su.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451610653705103458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S6gDAXPT6GI/AAAAAAAAAso/GoCYHaBQ1H8/s200/Su.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;E lá vamos levando, como diz o povo. Dia após dia, semana após semana, com vontade de reagir, de mudar e nem saber bem por onde começar. É assim que me sinto como um gato a bricar com um novelo, mas sem encontrar a ponta :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os dias passam devagar e esta minha necessidade de viver a 200 à hora nao condiz com esta calmaria. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Os rins não têm deixado descansar, mesmo assim quero correr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Como se tivesse medo de ver a vida passar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Apanho o Tgv ou fico so à espera de algo melhor acontecer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;De certo q amanha tudo irá correr melhor, mas e até lá. Ha que arranjar novas energias e novos animos :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fiquem bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bjs Su&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/24551044-8378724283670910716?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/8378724283670910716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=8378724283670910716&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8378724283670910716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8378724283670910716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/03/e-la-vamos-levando-como-diz-o-povo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S6gDAXPT6GI/AAAAAAAAAso/GoCYHaBQ1H8/s72-c/Su.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7935786062479430740</id><published>2010-03-11T20:57:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T14:42:32.198Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S5lcF2tDlyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/EysiFdAG2e4/s1600-h/just_me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447486479934920482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S5lcF2tDlyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/EysiFdAG2e4/s200/just_me.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;12 de Março!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Não pode.... ainda outro dia foi meu aniversario.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Shiuu falem baixinho, desta vez é melhor fazer de conta que não conta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ou então contar pra tras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Afinal são só pormenores.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Os Anos passam, agente Cresce, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Aprende que a vida é Hoje e não amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que o sol de hoje amanha não está lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Que o que passou lá vai e não voltará. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Este Ano só quero um Presente: &lt;strong&gt;O Presente&lt;/strong&gt;, o hoje e o agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E tudo claro o que com este Presente vem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;O Amor, os Amigos, o Sol, as Flores &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Hoje vou ser Mais Eu, Sorrir pra Mim, Cantar Bem alto! Afinal eu me Celebro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sou a minha companhia mais assidua. Sou quem me olha do lado de lá do espelho. Sou quem manda e desmanda em Mim. Sou eu que me aturo, e sou eu que rio sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Beijinhos, Su&lt;/span&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/24551044-7935786062479430740?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7935786062479430740/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7935786062479430740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7935786062479430740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7935786062479430740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/03/12-de-marco-nao-pode.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S5lcF2tDlyI/AAAAAAAAAsg/EysiFdAG2e4/s72-c/just_me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2641114142445650125</id><published>2010-03-03T17:29:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:43:07.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S46dLUYHRVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5x5iJs2JBG0/s1600-h/2075136_abb473b48f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 260px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444461817311479122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S46dLUYHRVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5x5iJs2JBG0/s320/2075136_abb473b48f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bora Lá abrir a pestana, que isto de andar com a cabeça metida na areia não dá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Claro que nos poupa o dissabor, mas tambem nos priva das emoçoes intensas. E ver a vida a passar é aquilo que não quero de todo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O tempo não muda, tenho saudades de ir andar a pé depois de jantar e ainda ser dia, de estar quentinho à beira mar, mas que tempo é este que nos obriga a ficar na toca??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu reclamo e volto a reclamar... que tou sempre metida em casa e que passo muitas horas sozinha, mas a verdade é que mal posso vou a correr pra casa :-) É concerteza um bom sinal, é sinal de que lá me sinto bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Se pudesse vivia numa conchinha tipo Ostra :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca conheci ninguem assim tão insconstante, tao quente e frio, tão dia e noite como eu. Serei única. Vou dos 0 aos 100 em menos de nada. É que é precisoa saber lidar com o bicho para não por o pé em vara verde e fazer descambar a coisa. Eu sei que às vezes é preciso paciência, mas e depois? Qual é o problema? Não compensa? Claro depois sou mais Eu e Quem aguentou ficar por perto no noite escura vai concerteza receber a Bonança :-) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vá Lá Fiquem por perto. E desculpem qualquer coisinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bjs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Su&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-2641114142445650125?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2641114142445650125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2641114142445650125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2641114142445650125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2641114142445650125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/03/bora-la-abrir-pestana-que-isto-de-andar.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S46dLUYHRVI/AAAAAAAAAsI/5x5iJs2JBG0/s72-c/2075136_abb473b48f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6242102173773201128</id><published>2010-02-09T17:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-09T17:28:06.499Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S3GV-5Bn8wI/AAAAAAAAAq4/-hfbFl9Z2DQ/s1600-h/Linq-LifeGoesOnCD.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436291132904960770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S3GV-5Bn8wI/AAAAAAAAAq4/-hfbFl9Z2DQ/s320/Linq-LifeGoesOnCD.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Life goes On...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E assim vamos levando esta vida, uns dias assim outros assado, mas levando porque esta é pra nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hoje fiz um bolo de ananaz, está lá à minha espera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ver se a coisa se adoça :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amanha é outro dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O carnaval está à porta e eu ando atras de pistolas :-) mascaras e afins... vamos la ver oq ue se arranja. Sexta feira as crianças ja vão mascaradas p escola. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pois  Domingo é dia dos namorados, que giro, nem me lembrava, ver se agente tem tempo de fazer outro bolo e festejar condignamente, sempre em volta da mesa :-). Por acaso é uma data que nao me diz muito. A criança fica sempre à espera tambem de um postalito, porque diz q nao tem namorada então nao tem outra pessoa a quem mandar o postal :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sónia Bom trabalho. Que essas flores tragam muita alegria a muita gente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Beijinhos Adoçados Su&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/24551044-6242102173773201128?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6242102173773201128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6242102173773201128&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6242102173773201128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6242102173773201128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-goes-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S3GV-5Bn8wI/AAAAAAAAAq4/-hfbFl9Z2DQ/s72-c/Linq-LifeGoesOnCD.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1951682169931715411</id><published>2010-02-01T20:05:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-01T20:19:54.885Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S2c00BvslmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/2MBli1fulL4/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433369543872124514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S2c00BvslmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/2MBli1fulL4/s200/anjo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mas alguem me diz se este Ano ainda demora muito para acabar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu Sei, eu sei, ainda a procissão vai no adro... mas nunca tive um tempo tão contorbado em tão curto espaço de tempo, são umas atras das outras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Este fim de semana foi mais um terrível. Faleceu um familiar do marido, ou seja uma avó que é dele, mas que tambem é minha. Não ha palavras para descrever o que sentimos nestes momentos, em que a fragilidade daquilo que somos nos é mostrada por horas a fio. Efectivamente, não somos nada. Tudo o que temos por importante, não tem significado nenhum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Assim se cumpre o ciclo da vida, porque ainda ninguem descobriu a "cura" para este mal que é a morta dos que nos são queridos. Resta-nos o consolo de pensar que Lá Junto de Deus, não ha dor, nem doenças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E assim no meio das lamúrias la se vai arrastando este ano que tem tanto de dias de chuva como de dolorosos. Espero voltar logo, com ânimo e palavras positivas, para tentar mais uma vez um recomeçar desta vez a sério.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijinhos, com lágrimas, mas esperança, sem desanimar porque a vida não dá tempo para isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1951682169931715411?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1951682169931715411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1951682169931715411&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1951682169931715411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1951682169931715411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/02/mas-alguem-me-diz-se-este-ano-ainda.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S2c00BvslmI/AAAAAAAAAqo/2MBli1fulL4/s72-c/anjo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5754680703492131631</id><published>2010-01-25T22:12:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:26:41.895Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Mais um fabuloso dia de 2010!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Até esteve sol, e as nuvens foram desaparecendo. Não fosse eu ter uma parede do quarto que é cor de laranja a ficar preta da humidade q entrou estes dias... Ter andado de lixivia de manha e braços no ar a limpar o tecto e a parede, com um rim a reclamar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De tarde tambem esteve sol... ate as 16h hora em q telefonaram da escola, " O seu filho, magoou-se...! Tem um entorce, está inchado e queixa se muito com dores..." La foi a mãe tinoni... quando cheguei cairam-lhe logo as lagrimitas, tadinho... La fomos ao hospital, Rx e 3 horas depois, é entorce, ponh muito gelo, um pe elastico e xarope pras dores... É nestas horas que percebemso que os nossos filhos cresceram, os braços ja nao aguentam, os meus tremeiam e gemiam, e eu la ia de criança ao colo, tadinho, ainda fiquei c mais pena dele, ir ali no colo da mãe, com ar de morango esmagado... ainda bem que estavamos à porta do hospital, estavamos quase os dois a cair pelas escadas abaixo... como é que os pais conseguem fazer aquilo como se nao custa se nada??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;No meio desta azafama, la acendeu a luz do Oleo, Whatt??? Are you Kidding me???!! decidi nao olhar mais pro tablier ate chegar a casa. Amanha vejo se a luz continua acesa, de certeza q era a brincar comigo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pronto, Agora tou a trabalhar e tenho uma criança em casa perneta, à espera dos mimos da mãmã... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Oh mãmã, desculpa... ter te feito gastar este dinheiro no parque de estacionamento do hospital! """ Este meu filho é muito brincalhão, realmente filho! Um dia tão solheiro e eu a gastar o dinheiro no estacionamento do parque que ideia a minha, mais valia ter comprado um geladito :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430806560783544130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S14ZyxtdL0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/XrLuXHzR5Q0/s200/perneta.jpg" /&gt;Continuação de um Bom Ano 2010, o meu promete ser animado... Bjs. Su. Sinto os braços a cair, será q descolam??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5754680703492131631?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5754680703492131631/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5754680703492131631&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5754680703492131631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5754680703492131631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/01/mais-um-fabuloso-dia-de-2010-ate-esteve.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S14ZyxtdL0I/AAAAAAAAAqg/XrLuXHzR5Q0/s72-c/perneta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4517760865757671420</id><published>2010-01-23T20:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-23T20:32:53.858Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S1tYxus8WbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/f90NWE6-0gg/s1600-h/desan.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430031387098634674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S1tYxus8WbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/f90NWE6-0gg/s200/desan.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ora tal qual as notas voaram... voou tambem o meu tempo, para um sitio longínquo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O sacana do outro carro ja foi a arranjar... por uma semana de internamento do dito cujo tive que pagar os olhos da cara. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Quando o mecanico disse: "Menina sao 160€!!", eu prontamente respondi... "Vendido!" :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tadinho do bichinho, estava a fazer uma falta danada, mas tambem nao precisa fazer se tão caro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Adiante, livrei-me uma dor de cabeça que durou precisamente 12 meses...  A administração do condominio... Arre que não ha pachorra... Mas ja passou, ja entreguei o "embrulho". Ja tenho mais motivos pra sorrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;O tempo esse tem escapado pelas mão, esta semana espero voltar à corrida habitual em passo menos ligeiro, é que ja nao sinto os pés, nem o pescoço. Preciso assim de um banhinho de imersão que ja nao me consigo lembrar de quando foi o ultimo... e um belo sofá. Filme no DVD, daqueles pouco interressantes para poder ir ferrando a pestana... Não ter q ir a levar a criança ao ensaio do coro e o Domingo seria uma pacholice :-) Etou mesmo necessitada de dois domingos seguidos ou tres. A casa esta caótica, o pó reina... Mas ele reina em cima dos móveis e eu vou reinar com ele de cima do sofá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Beijocas e Bom fim de semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Pensamento do momento: " Sermos inteligentes, é aprendermos com os erros dos outros!" Boa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Espero que nao fiquem à espera de aprender com os meus :-)&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/24551044-4517760865757671420?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4517760865757671420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4517760865757671420&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4517760865757671420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4517760865757671420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/01/ora-tal-qual-as-notas-voaram.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S1tYxus8WbI/AAAAAAAAAqY/f90NWE6-0gg/s72-c/desan.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4682131622909035437</id><published>2010-01-05T18:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T18:10:36.610Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S0N-m_xwnjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/e1BGlQw8hBQ/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423317584704478770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S0N-m_xwnjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/e1BGlQw8hBQ/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lá vai uma, la vão duas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A bem dizer nao foram duas nem mesmo tres, foi uma mão cheia delas a voar, mas que forma de começar o ano...  Isto de ter carros é sempre um stress, quando achamos que ja gastamos tudo, pimba avariam. E depois pensamos ainda bem que temos dois, ora nem mais!! tambem avaria... Carros dobrados, tralhados dobrados... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas que realmente é comodo é, hoje está um frio do catano e vim a pé para aquecer...  Vou agora buscar o carro, acho que o mecanino para receber vai ter que ficar comigo tambem porque eu nao vou largar as notas, Fazem me tanta falta Bolas!! Espero q o Ano realmente comece a melhorar... Isto está a ficar muito complicado sobreviver a esta Selva!! Bora la respirar fundo e ganhar energia para reagir, sem desanimo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-4682131622909035437?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4682131622909035437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4682131622909035437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4682131622909035437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4682131622909035437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2010/01/la-vai-uma-la-vao-duas.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S0N-m_xwnjI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/e1BGlQw8hBQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2505890584726013509</id><published>2009-12-30T14:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-30T15:23:46.451Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SztrtekCNJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/aY06p7sd9yI/s1600-h/fogo_artificio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421045005513012370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SztrtekCNJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/aY06p7sd9yI/s320/fogo_artificio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Bom Ano 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;É hora de olhar para trás, de medir, de pesar, de por na balança o ano de 2009, mas que ano...  Nem sei explicar bem, mas este ano que passou, foi péssimo, infrutivo, não acrescentou nada à minha vida.  O que fiz para que fosse diferente? Pouco, ou nada...  Espero que o novo começo me dê oportunidade de reagir, de mudar, e principalmente de crescer. Quero tanto &lt;strong&gt;crescer&lt;/strong&gt;, ser mais &lt;strong&gt;eu&lt;/strong&gt;. Vou ter uma passagem de ano diferente, mas não é isso que pretendo, Quero e Vou ter um ANO diferente. É isso que vos desejo tambem, um Ano Fantastico. Acima de qualquer sonho ou expectativa.  Com uma mão cheia de Amigos e um monte de Sorrisos ao longo de todo o ano.  Beijinhos Su. Façam tudo para que o proximo ano seja o vosso melhor sonho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-2505890584726013509?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2505890584726013509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2505890584726013509&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2505890584726013509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2505890584726013509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/12/bom-ano-2010-e-hora-de-olhar-para-tras.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SztrtekCNJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/aY06p7sd9yI/s72-c/fogo_artificio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1918739481058614333</id><published>2009-12-23T14:32:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T14:36:05.812Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SzIqDPnCgbI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SQfO1JAoLPo/s1600-h/feliz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 318px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418439536898376114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SzIqDPnCgbI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SQfO1JAoLPo/s320/feliz.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; É o meu mais Belo Desejo para Todos, que o Natal seja um dia de magia e Paz, que o sorriso das crianças encha as salas e que todas Elas tenham um lar quente e acolhedor. Que esse Amor nos encha o coraçao e nos faça sentir completos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Obrigada pela companhia dos Amigos neste Ano. Que se sintam sempre tão acompanhados como eu me senti cada dia desse Ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Su.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1918739481058614333?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1918739481058614333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1918739481058614333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1918739481058614333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1918739481058614333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-o-meu-mais-belo-desejo-para-todos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SzIqDPnCgbI/AAAAAAAAAqA/SQfO1JAoLPo/s72-c/feliz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6123426191801943534</id><published>2009-12-14T20:21:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-12-14T20:36:17.707Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SyahJsDOL3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/1Yce1U0L1UM/s1600-h/lg_viewty_ku990_virgin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415192789775167346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SyahJsDOL3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/1Yce1U0L1UM/s200/lg_viewty_ku990_virgin.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Já estava a merecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pois aqui a menina nunca se iludiu muito com tecnologias, mas desta vez... a coisa nao estava apassar ao lado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;O meu telemovel ja ia fazer 6 anos, quase um dinossauro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Adoro tirar fotos, mas a maquina digital estava a dar cá um trabalho, mete cabo tira cabo, mete pilhas, tira pilhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pronto não choro mais, ja perceberam que o filme era trágico :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Como um Natal não são natais... La fomos Às compras... LG Ku990 Viewty, é fabuloso, adoro, sim porque o pinheirinho nao faz chamadas, logo nao precisa de telemovel :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;E assim de uma acentada, ganhei um telemovel, com uma fabulosa maq fotografica de 5 MegaPixel, Touchscreen, Mp3, Mp4... e muitas mais coisas que hei-de descobrir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Bom ja não peço mais nada, fiquei arrumada para mais uns anos :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Boas Compras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acho que o espírito de Natal está a descer em Mim :-)... mas so para receber ;-)&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/24551044-6123426191801943534?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6123426191801943534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6123426191801943534&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6123426191801943534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6123426191801943534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/12/ja-estava-merecer.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SyahJsDOL3I/AAAAAAAAAp4/1Yce1U0L1UM/s72-c/lg_viewty_ku990_virgin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2264645927727266516</id><published>2009-12-10T15:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-10T15:51:53.739Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu coração nao aguenta...&lt;br /&gt;Olhem la se não é um orgulho ter o meu rebento na fila de cima a dar os primeiros acordes :-)&lt;br /&gt;Pena ter ficado mesmo atras da cabeça da Prof. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coro Urbano Santos Moura Na casa Barbot 04/12/2009:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fK_fRcOB_X0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fK_fRcOB_X0&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amo-te Muito Filho.&lt;br /&gt;És um Orgulho.&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/24551044-2264645927727266516?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2264645927727266516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2264645927727266516&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2264645927727266516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2264645927727266516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-meu-coracao-nao-aguenta.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-531265503376354602</id><published>2009-12-06T21:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:56:41.756Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxwkcQaFbaI/AAAAAAAAAog/2ZzB_dwj-IE/s1600-h/natal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412240920051805602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 177px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxwkcQaFbaI/AAAAAAAAAog/2ZzB_dwj-IE/s200/natal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Espírito de Natal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Na árvore ja estão as bolas, laços e fitas douradas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;As luzes que não se cansam de brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A estrela lá no cimo, fica para nós a olhar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Embalada ao som dos sinos, que todo dia vão repicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mas e o espírito? Aquele da Alegria, das músicas de encantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esse ainda não chegou, nem sei se irá cá chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;A cada Natal, sinto um frio, um vazio, Uma "Não Vontade" de comprar... Aquela vontade de oferecer, de procurar, de pensar numa bela surpresa, essa vontade, não está a chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tenho vontade de chorar, de adormecer e não festejar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esta ano ao Pai Natal, faço um pedido especial, que me dê uma estrela para o meu olhar brilhar, que me empreste uma luzinha, para o caminho me indicar, que me guarde sempre um abraço, posso vir a precisar, que me guarde sempre um ombro, este ano muito geito vai dar.&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/24551044-531265503376354602?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/531265503376354602/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=531265503376354602&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/531265503376354602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/531265503376354602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/12/espirito-de-natal-na-arvore-ja-estao-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxwkcQaFbaI/AAAAAAAAAog/2ZzB_dwj-IE/s72-c/natal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5016956826142637916</id><published>2009-12-04T19:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-04T20:16:41.633Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxlpXFm0wLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/dIrqP2iIcDw/s1600-h/gripe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411472272625287346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxlpXFm0wLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/dIrqP2iIcDw/s200/gripe.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ora bem, quando realmente eu abro a boca a dizer que está tudo indo blue... zás pás catrapuz... Começou na tosse... Terça de manha por causa do frio que apanhei as 5h da matina quando o telemovel tocou a dizer que o alarme da loja estava a tocar, apesar de nao se ter passado nada era preciso desligar a sirene, por causa dos vizinhos... ora aquela hora ja tinham acordado e o melhor era eu, que ainda dormia, ter dormido ate de manha :-) Brincadeira... o certo é que o frio era mais que muito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Terça à noite ja todo o corpo tremia, a garganta parecia que tinha lá cactos... &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxlpN3hmA0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/4DCzLJEIQsw/s1600-h/dor-de-cabeca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 152px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 174px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411472114226430786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxlpN3hmA0I/AAAAAAAAAoA/4DCzLJEIQsw/s200/dor-de-cabeca.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;De manha na quarta, Ja era febre, a garganta a rebentar a cabeça, nem sabia que terra era... Nunca dormi tanto, nem sei de onde veio tanto soninho, dormi toda a manha, toda a tarde e o serão, e quando fui pra caminha nao houve estranheza, adormeci logo... ao menos a dormir nao tossia nem me queixava da cabeça...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quinta resolvi ir ao medico, tive que ir ao atendimento da gripe 1h 20m de espera, nem foi muito... de mascara com as criancinhas a rir se de mim e os velhotes a fugir, têm que fugir é dos que não têm mascara, qual foi a parte que não perceberam, a mascara é precisamente para protege-los porque eu ja estava doente nao precisava de proteçao...  E depois ver aquela canalha... ja pre adolescentes sem mascara porque nao queriam ficar feios... Este país realmente nao avança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom continuei com os mesmo medicamentos, voltei a casa geladinha e com mais dores do que o que saí... nao há pachorra... Depois de mais uma noite bem dormida,a cordei ja melhor, a febre foi embora, so ficou uma dor de garganta, a tosse e a  rouquidão.  Nada que o trabalhinho de hoje nao ajude a passar, sim porque "Este País Não é Pra Velhos".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411472700175922386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sxlpv-W1tNI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/VjAPz7Q0GT0/s200/mascara.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom fim de semana, espero que o Dominguito dê para descansar e Tratar do Natal la em casa... Nem parece Dezembro.&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/24551044-5016956826142637916?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5016956826142637916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5016956826142637916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5016956826142637916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5016956826142637916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/12/ora-bem-quando-realmente-eu-abro-boca.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxlpXFm0wLI/AAAAAAAAAoI/dIrqP2iIcDw/s72-c/gripe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6081362289645717603</id><published>2009-11-28T11:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:52:27.962Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxELmEPFI6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/zg8ydUdSY8U/s1600/215.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 115px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409117376048604066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxELmEPFI6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/zg8ydUdSY8U/s200/215.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Ja esta tudo mais "Blue" para os meus lados, apesar de ainda de nervos em franja, consigo ver qq coisa de luz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Estou menos zangada com o mundo, e um bocadinho, mas pouco, mais paciente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Se todos derem uma mãozinha, tudo custa menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Por falar em mãozinha, a minha anteontem piorou, umas dores um inchaço... toca a tomar de novo o anti-inflamatorio e a pendurar a dita... Estou à espera das melhoras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Este fim de semana de chuvinha, apetece... ir a um sitio quentinho, tipo a piscininha, brincar um pouco... nao fazer nenhum tambem é uma bela opção, para quem o fim-de-semana se resume a um Domingo. Apetece-me castanhas, uma comidinha gostosa e um chinelos e fato treino. Uma manta e uns jogos giros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Aqui ou Ali o melhor é nao fazer muitos planos, porque diz-me a intuiçao que vou ficar zangada de novo, muito zangada :-) aparece sempre algo de ultima hora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Obrigada pelas visitinhas e bom fim de semana.&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/24551044-6081362289645717603?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6081362289645717603/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6081362289645717603&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6081362289645717603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6081362289645717603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/11/ja-esta-tudo-mais-blue-para-os-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SxELmEPFI6I/AAAAAAAAAn4/zg8ydUdSY8U/s72-c/215.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1840232461992051045</id><published>2009-11-24T17:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T18:02:31.605Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Swwan_IA6aI/AAAAAAAAAno/WmA6j6lIG4Y/s1600/So.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407726526827391394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Swwan_IA6aI/AAAAAAAAAno/WmA6j6lIG4Y/s200/So.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdadeira vantagem de respirar fundo repetidamente... é conseguir afastar as nuvens e tentar aquecer com o sol que espreita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O doi doi esta a sarar... amanha parece que acaba a saga dos curativos e das luvas, esta com bom aspecto, finalmente, se é que isso é possivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O tempo esse, esta a chegar para tudo. Disseram me que preciso da pressao de muito trabalho para descansar a cabecinha, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e se nao disserem nada a ninguem, eu admito que realmente quando nao tenho tempo para nada, ando acelarada mas feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tirando o corre corre e o stress de mediar complicaçoes familiares, que não minhas, mas onde me envolvem sem perguntar se podem!! Tudo vai rolando mais leve. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Odeio ouvir stress, aos berros e fazer de conta que me importo e que bla bla bla têm razao, mas é preciso ter paciencia. E tenho ainda menos pachorra porque as pessoas nao sao capazes de olhar nos olhos e perguntar se estou bem, e mais engraçado é que quando perguntam nem ficam para ouvir a resposta... o seu mundinho gigante é muito mais importante. Odeio pessoas que so falam e nao conseguem ser boas ouvintes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom ja chega hoje de mau feitio, começo a gostar de muito pouca gente, devo mesmo ser&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Swwduee8qrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/LQubwkRxEl0/s1600/anjinho%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 99px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 94px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407729936859179698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Swwduee8qrI/AAAAAAAAAnw/LQubwkRxEl0/s200/anjinho%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; uma tinhosa. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Continuaçao de boa semana. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Papai do Ceu dai-me serenidade e inteligencia para perdoar e entender os burros...sem os julgar :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1840232461992051045?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1840232461992051045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1840232461992051045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1840232461992051045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1840232461992051045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/11/verdadeira-vantagem-de-respirar-fundo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Swwan_IA6aI/AAAAAAAAAno/WmA6j6lIG4Y/s72-c/So.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6216277669435437001</id><published>2009-11-16T21:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-16T21:36:33.607Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dar Tempo ao Tempo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Às vezes é preciso dar tempo ao tempo, ter espaço para respirar fundo e esse ar não colidir com o respirar fundo de alguém.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Precisamos do nosso Ar só para nós. Não é eguísmo, é necessidade. É preciso tomar o nosso espaço como seguro e tranquilo para que possamos nele viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os dias não estao calmos. O Céu não está azul. E se não damos espaço as nuvens acabam por colidir e aí os danos podem ser irreparaveis.&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404818260611868370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SwHFknNQptI/AAAAAAAAAng/VIM0k6FQjL4/s320/7332amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-6216277669435437001?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6216277669435437001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6216277669435437001&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6216277669435437001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6216277669435437001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/11/dar-tempo-ao-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SwHFknNQptI/AAAAAAAAAng/VIM0k6FQjL4/s72-c/7332amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6321626865413294066</id><published>2009-11-09T14:49:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:18:08.713Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Svg4874hgOI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ry3JpgbQZhM/s1600-h/doi-doi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402130372548985058" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Svg4874hgOI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ry3JpgbQZhM/s320/doi-doi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Tenho dói dói :-(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Pois la diz o velho ditado, que depressa e bem ha pouco quem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Não é que a menina sexta feira pos a mão onde nao devia e zás uma queimadura na mão. Toca a por a maozinha na agua fria, e ai, ui, ai e ui... como a coisa começou a ficar feia, toca a ligar para a saude 24, onde indicaram que deveria ir ao hospital, ah pois devia, mal eu sabia as dores que viriam assim que a torneira da agua se fechasse... No hospital ralharam, porque ja tinha feito a asneira ha mais de uma hora... Pois pensei que uma pouco de pomada apagasse a asneira... Mas não, tinha uma queimadura de 2ºGrau, tiveram que dar uma injeçao para as dores e fazer uma maçaneta na mão com pomadas e ligaduras... Hoje voltei ao hospital para fazer o curativo e pimbas nova maçaneta... mais pomadas e soros e betadines, tenho q voltar na quinta :-(... conclusao, nao fiz nada do que queria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Obrigada à "Tinoni" que é a amiga do costume a quem liguei e veio logo em socorro aqui da Je, para chegar num instantinho ao hospital.. Fui de saca plastica com agua, para manter a mão refrescada até lá, aquela gentinha nas urgencias todas a olhar para o saco á procura dos dedos a boiar... o pessoal gosta mesmo de um DRAMA... Boa semana, dentro do possivel e Beijinhos&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/24551044-6321626865413294066?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6321626865413294066/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6321626865413294066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6321626865413294066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6321626865413294066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/11/tenho-doi-doi-pois-la-diz-o-velho.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Svg4874hgOI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/ry3JpgbQZhM/s72-c/doi-doi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4983805345067600224</id><published>2009-10-23T17:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:39:58.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Eu Cresci!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SuHX0C7GYeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/N9IKw4wlzZg/s1600-h/altura.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 221px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395831117704487394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SuHX0C7GYeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/N9IKw4wlzZg/s320/altura.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Não, nao se animem, não é nada intelectual, se pensavam que ja podia sorrir... esqueçam! Nao estou mais responsavel, nem menos infantil... mas a verdade é que cresci... e tb não foi pros lados, do mal o menos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Passo a explicar: fui tirar o cartão de cidadão... no momento em que disse nao se mexa, vamos medir... pensei "que pena, vim de rasos!!" Diz o funcionario: Você cresceu!... +4cm... hei pá ganhei o dia :-) mas ele longe de imaginar que nessa frase mudaria a minha vida. É que 4 cm são muito importantes. Ja viram a diferença que faz 4cm no cálculo do IMC (Indice de Massa Corporal)!! Bom ja posso fazer mais umas sobremesas e finalmente comer as castanhas :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Acho q o fulano pensou q o BI anterior não era meu, na foto tinha mais 20Kg e na altura menos 4 cm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ha mudanças assim, que vêm por Bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um bom fim de semana, este parece que vai ser de frio e chuva... ainda por cima muda a Hora, dormimos mais uma :-)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SuHcKi0bfVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/HfjhctrQl1c/s1600-h/relogio1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 113px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395835902270078290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SuHcKi0bfVI/AAAAAAAAAmo/HfjhctrQl1c/s200/relogio1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/327/C56556AA5FB6F09E7447B4E065C5D61A.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-4983805345067600224?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4983805345067600224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4983805345067600224&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4983805345067600224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4983805345067600224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/10/eu-cresci-nao-nao-se-animem-nao-e-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SuHX0C7GYeI/AAAAAAAAAmg/N9IKw4wlzZg/s72-c/altura.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4574432418939556033</id><published>2009-10-20T10:25:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T17:53:32.114+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/St2DdfBFlmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kxWuC9Cjywk/s1600-h/chuvinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 210px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394612471225226850" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/St2DdfBFlmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kxWuC9Cjywk/s320/chuvinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegou a Chuva...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Ora cá está a chuva, não ha coisa mais agradável do que estar no sofá debaixo da mantinha a ouvir a chuva a bater na janela. A chuva ja chegou... agora so falta mesmo chegar o domingo para poder ficar no sofá :-) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/St2DP8c44FI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8cYZa4FUDpw/s1600-h/chuvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Depois é o outro lado do filme, é que sofá e chuva, puxa logo o pé pra cozinha para fazer uns bolinhos e umas coisas gostosas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Andar de guarda-chuva tambem é uma grande chatice... mas tudo por uma boa causa... O Domingão na manta :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Até lá boa semana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Beijinhos frescos... logo logo vamos poder comer castanhas... venha o frio :-)&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/St2DP8c44FI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8cYZa4FUDpw/s1600-h/chuvas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 139px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 159px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394612238608293970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/St2DP8c44FI/AAAAAAAAAmI/8cYZa4FUDpw/s200/chuvas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;*Esta não sou eu... eu sou mais... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; O&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; O &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; I &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt; A !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54487/327/C56556AA5FB6F09E7447B4E065C5D61A.png" style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-4574432418939556033?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4574432418939556033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4574432418939556033&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4574432418939556033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4574432418939556033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/10/chegou-chuva.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/St2DdfBFlmI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/kxWuC9Cjywk/s72-c/chuvinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6334823801670736122</id><published>2009-10-07T20:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T20:44:38.662+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SszvJMIbdxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-3FFwzh2KFc/s1600-h/outonoss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389945795210082066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SszvJMIbdxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-3FFwzh2KFc/s320/outonoss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;E pronto ja estamos vestidos de Outono... assim tá melhor? Vivam as castanhas, os diospiros, as romãs... Vamos la engraxar as botas e sacudir os casacos :-) vamos la ver até quando, ou quando é que nos cansamos de tanta chuva... logo logo estamos a pedir o sol, o pé na areia e os caveados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Beijinhos Bom Outono.&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/24551044-6334823801670736122?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6334823801670736122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6334823801670736122&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6334823801670736122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6334823801670736122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/10/e-pronto-ja-estamos-vestidos-de-outono.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SszvJMIbdxI/AAAAAAAAAlY/-3FFwzh2KFc/s72-c/outonoss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-727699487939558219</id><published>2009-10-02T14:34:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:53:55.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SsYCg1UHVNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/h0M8RiZUPoA/s1600-h/montanharussa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387996767285892306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SsYCg1UHVNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/h0M8RiZUPoA/s200/montanharussa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;A Vida é uma Grande Montanha Russa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que vida é esta que sobe e desce, que vai e vem, que ri e que chora como quem esfrega um olho?? Serei eu que nao estou a ter destreza suficiente para tornar duradouros meus pensamentos...  Hei, há por aí mais alguém assim? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Animo-me ate 100 e dou tres pinotes no ar se for caso disso e logo a seguir sou capaz de cair no oposto. Não é muito facil viver com pessoas assim... "Mea Culpa" Mudo de humor mais depressa do que alguem é capaz de perguntar: . Ris de que?... E logo pergunto rir? eu? quando foi isso?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SsYCW6ZoV-I/AAAAAAAAAko/DI1Ezp6E_Dg/s1600-h/duvida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 192px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387996596852512738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SsYCW6ZoV-I/AAAAAAAAAko/DI1Ezp6E_Dg/s200/duvida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Va se la saber quem acorda pela manhã... a que mal acordou pensou em coisas excelentes e ninguem a consegue parar ou por outro lado será a outra que por tudo e nada ja acorda a pensar que nao tem tempo para fazer tuo o que desejaria? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o silencio de manha, ah ... que bom que é quando ninguem fala... tudo caladinho, ate ao belo do pequeno almoço que acaba com o café...  Mas que mania tem esta gente de acordar com as pilhas todas, ligar  a Tv, o rádio, falar alto... :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom a Vida é mesmo assim, cada um com sua farpela, importante é as pessoas se complementarem e  conhecerem de forma a saberem quando a altura certa para falar, de perguntar, de brincar e de simplesmente segurar a mãoquando é preciso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bom fim de semana Grande :-) PARA ALGUNS.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gostam da musica, é bonita nao é? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-727699487939558219?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/727699487939558219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=727699487939558219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/727699487939558219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/727699487939558219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-e-uma-grande-montanha-russa.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SsYCg1UHVNI/AAAAAAAAAkw/h0M8RiZUPoA/s72-c/montanharussa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7611146900222159639</id><published>2009-09-22T14:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T15:05:53.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Chegou o OUTONO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SrjXiUgfLwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8nP1Qqeo1Tg/s1600-h/outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384290339141922562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SrjXiUgfLwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8nP1Qqeo1Tg/s320/outono.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Chegou o Outono, com toda a sua beleza, Ceu Limpo, Sol quente, Praia FAbulosa... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;ALTO! Alguem se enganou no botão... Hellooo!! Estamos no Outono, cadê o friozinho gostoso?? as folhas a cair, o mar encrespado??? É que este calor de chinelo e caveado ainda se aguenta, agora começamos a mudar a manga, a calçar sapato e zás este calorão... Minha nossa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Bom Outono... Que seja época de arrefecer os ânimos e temperar o juizo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Ah... quem pode comer castanhas com este calor???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Quero Frio, Quero castanhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Beijos.Su.&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/24551044-7611146900222159639?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7611146900222159639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7611146900222159639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7611146900222159639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7611146900222159639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/09/chegou-o-outono.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SrjXiUgfLwI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/8nP1Qqeo1Tg/s72-c/outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-442662615269293014</id><published>2009-09-14T15:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:12:40.402+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Red Bull&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Air Race&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;2009&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381336602366060530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sq5ZINjWJ_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/lDnO9Ie_vUk/s320/ng1190860.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;bulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não há palavras para descrever este evento, tamanha é a grandiosidade das emoçoes!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É o Som, as Imagens impensáveis... que não cabem na minha imaginação...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É ficar sem voz e boquiaberta com a destreza de movimentos. Adorei, sempre que puder hei-de ir ver sim.&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/24551044-442662615269293014?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/442662615269293014/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=442662615269293014&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/442662615269293014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/442662615269293014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/09/red-bull-air-race-2009-fa-bulo-so-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sq5ZINjWJ_I/AAAAAAAAAkI/lDnO9Ie_vUk/s72-c/ng1190860.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5264483283864978316</id><published>2009-09-01T21:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T21:31:36.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sp2C82InHkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/M3lFJc6IkVc/s1600-h/c%C3%A1voueu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376597511985634882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sp2C82InHkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/M3lFJc6IkVc/s200/c%C3%A1voueu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cá Vou Eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Quando se acha que os dias passam a correr, e que o tempo não presta pra nada, porque está sempre a fugir por entre os dedos... O que se faz??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Aumenta se ao tempo... e como se faz isso??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Acorda se às 7:15 da matina e deita se à 1h da manha... Ganhamos logo ali, umas 3 ou 4 horas por dia... Não sou genial??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vamos ver até quando o corpinho aguenta e aproveitar ao maximo cada minuto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Por isso lá vou eu vivendo a alta velocidade e prego a fundo, o céu é o limite... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boa Semana, e quando tiverem problema na gestão do tempo útil de cada dia... eu vendo dicas &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sp2C2glL9MI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4l5aFhJulU8/s1600-h/ceu.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376597403120694466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sp2C2glL9MI/AAAAAAAAAj4/4l5aFhJulU8/s200/ceu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;fenomenais... pois que a vida não está pra borlas :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beijinhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigada pelas visitinhas ;-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5264483283864978316?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5264483283864978316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5264483283864978316&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5264483283864978316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5264483283864978316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/09/ca-vou-eu-quando-se-acha-que-os-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sp2C82InHkI/AAAAAAAAAkA/M3lFJc6IkVc/s72-c/c%C3%A1voueu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-885989681960287673</id><published>2009-08-25T21:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:00:12.374+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SpRMoA_AkrI/AAAAAAAAAig/XvzLorskPH4/s1600-h/Bikess.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 220px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 223px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374004505702601394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SpRMoA_AkrI/AAAAAAAAAig/XvzLorskPH4/s320/Bikess.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt; Porque chega uma altura em temos que ganhar vergonha na cara... Comprei uma Bike de Manutenção, para evitar as desculpas, de não vou porque nao apetece ir sozinha, ou porque está fresco, ou porque o sol a esta hora queima muito... Assim está lá a olhar pra mim com mais lata que eu. Foi uma Pechincha num leilão na Net... precisou de uns pedais mais ajeitadinhos fui à SportZone... ofereceram me uns novos, numa época em que ninguém dá nada a ninguem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Tem andado quase todos os dias, mas a verdade é que não é comigo em cima :-) &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vou ter mesmo que ganhar ainda mais vergonha e por os pernis a mexer... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SpROayGJVlI/AAAAAAAAAio/89-f0aP60gI/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 171px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374006477390960210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SpROayGJVlI/AAAAAAAAAio/89-f0aP60gI/s200/anjo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;De resto a vida segue o seu rumo, tento nao ser anciosa... mas nao consigo, haverá alguem mais ancioso que eu?? Sofro por antecedencia, penso e repenso, depois nao durmo porque quero ver as coisas que ainda nao aconteceram, para estar já prevenida ... não tenho emenda... Sou mesmo Assim, igual a Mim!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Obrigada pelas visitinhas, fico contente, quando quiserem comentar façam favor de estar à vontade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beijinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Su&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SpRQsAKGtbI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zL_Vk5S84ak/s1600-h/Eui.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374008972246693298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SpRQsAKGtbI/AAAAAAAAAjw/zL_Vk5S84ak/s200/Eui.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/24551044-885989681960287673?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/885989681960287673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=885989681960287673&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/885989681960287673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/885989681960287673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/08/porque-chega-uma-altura-em-temos-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SpRMoA_AkrI/AAAAAAAAAig/XvzLorskPH4/s72-c/Bikess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3964767068182419212</id><published>2009-08-22T14:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:57:44.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Já é fim de semana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bem sei que tou a trabalhar, mas ja cheira a Domingo de Relax...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A vida vai correndo devagar devagarinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Vamos la ver se na proxima semana a vida corre, se acelera, se sai do estacionamento... Vou fazer tudo o que estiver ao meu alcance para empurra-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Fiquem Bem, e Sejam Felizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372784192679307394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/So_2wct76II/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OVHTdDp6YPI/s320/bom-fim-de-semana.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/So_2wct76II/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OVHTdDp6YPI/s1600-h/bom-fim-de-semana.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-3964767068182419212?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3964767068182419212/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3964767068182419212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3964767068182419212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3964767068182419212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/08/ja-e-fim-de-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/So_2wct76II/AAAAAAAAAiQ/OVHTdDp6YPI/s72-c/bom-fim-de-semana.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4727872940126390260</id><published>2009-08-15T15:13:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T16:02:44.512+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Helpp!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ataques de Pânico - Ansiedade&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SobD3hQJILI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sRk9wNHZOYU/s1600-h/Panico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 202px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370194964272193714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SobD3hQJILI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sRk9wNHZOYU/s320/Panico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dor no Peito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tremura Generalizada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vómitos e Nauseas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dores abdominais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pequena subida da temperatura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choro Fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tristeza Acentuada e desmotivação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bem, são sintomas que me estão a levar à loucura, quero TANTO ajudar e não sei como.... Sinto-me Impotente. Costumo ser despachada e dar soluçao a tudo, ter a paciencia redobrada e esperar q os maus dias passem, mas esta se a tornar impossivel. Mas pânico de Que?? Ninguem sabe, nao se liga a tv à semanas, as noticias são repetitivas e massadoras, so trazem desgraças. Nos adultos sei que é frequente, mas nas crianças, começamos mal c ansiedade ao rubro aos 9 anso de idade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta noite foi de derrubar qualquer mortal, sinto me um zombie andante. Alem de passarmos a noite de um lado pro outro, os meus rins resolveram reclamar a atençao so pra eles... &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SobDGj-8d0I/AAAAAAAAAh4/TuL9-gZZQEo/s1600-h/kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 78px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 66px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370194123191777090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SobDGj-8d0I/AAAAAAAAAh4/TuL9-gZZQEo/s200/kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tem sido uns tempos dificeis, a criança está cansada, sem capacidade de raciocinio ou de consentração, sente se q não tem energia. Ja fomos ao medico que aconselhou nao dramatizar e aguardar mais um tempo, ja aguardamos que chegue, nao melhora, pelo contrario. Segunda a medica volta de ferias e eu vou acampar para o posto medico, Buscar o P1 para ir ao Psicologo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Filho Lindo, como tu gostas de dizer : "bota cá pra fora" Grita com quem tu quiseres, como quiseres, mas fá-lo com vontade, fica leve e solto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SobD_OrFdpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ct1EwL-0Xmc/s1600-h/vinganca-suica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370195096723879570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SobD_OrFdpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ct1EwL-0Xmc/s200/vinganca-suica.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SobD_OrFdpI/AAAAAAAAAiI/ct1EwL-0Xmc/s1600-h/vinganca-suica.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-4727872940126390260?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4727872940126390260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4727872940126390260&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4727872940126390260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4727872940126390260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/08/helpp-ataques-de-panico-ansiedade-dor.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SobD3hQJILI/AAAAAAAAAiA/sRk9wNHZOYU/s72-c/Panico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1897065084162428451</id><published>2009-08-11T20:28:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:51:44.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SoHHg_XLzAI/AAAAAAAAAho/iUfksTlaz_k/s1600-h/315654.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368791600380759042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SoHHg_XLzAI/AAAAAAAAAho/iUfksTlaz_k/s320/315654.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pois foram uns dias muito agradáveis...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gostei especialmente deste que fomos ao parque aquatico, brincar, escorregar... saltar, e claro que como nao podia deixar de ser fomos de farnel, eu adoro ir passear de farnel, é assim, de vez enquando foge me o pé pro chinelo, que se ha-de fazer. Gostava de repetir logo logo. O sitio é lindissimo, mesmo ao lado do rio Tamega, o parque em si esta limpissimo, consegue ter, mesmo com imensa gente, um espaço capaz de satisfazer todos... Gostei mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Os outros dias foram +- praia, descanso, contacto c a natureza, fomos andar de bicicleta &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SoHGke84NwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9n5pqyo9HYU/s1600-h/natural.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 85px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368790560888338178" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SoHGke84NwI/AAAAAAAAAhY/9n5pqyo9HYU/s320/natural.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;no parque da cidade a correr a passo com as lebres, foi muito agradavel, principalmente nas descidas, nas subidas foi mais empurrar a bicicleta, mas quero repetir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Fizemos campismo, e ate acendemos o fogareiro, isto tuso no intervalo do trabalho... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Por isso não ha desculpas para não vivermos intensamente cada momento. Mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que amanha nao seja tudo tão cor de rosa assim, e tenhamos que voltar à realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E afinal o calor so chegou agora... pleaaase quero mais "férias"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para quem puder boas férias.&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/24551044-1897065084162428451?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1897065084162428451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1897065084162428451&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1897065084162428451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1897065084162428451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/08/pois-foram-uns-dias-muito-agradaveis.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SoHHg_XLzAI/AAAAAAAAAho/iUfksTlaz_k/s72-c/315654.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6272108225981769537</id><published>2009-08-03T19:37:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:42:27.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SncvIqgTJ9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/GbhHvLPPOPg/s1600-h/Ilhadeserta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365809306930456530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SncvIqgTJ9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/GbhHvLPPOPg/s200/Ilhadeserta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt; Afinal... houve um tempo pra respirar fundo, não é bem umas férias, mas é uma semana mais relaxada de horario reduzidérrimo... vou tentar viver esta semana a 200% para valer por um mês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Se tivermos muito boa vontade e uma dose excessiva de imaginaçao, pode mesmo parecer que o Mundo está nas nossas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Bora lá sonhar. Não me acordem ta?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sncu3xbR5jI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xutOXBE4soo/s1600-h/mund.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365809016730674738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sncu3xbR5jI/AAAAAAAAAhA/xutOXBE4soo/s200/mund.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Beijo e até já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/24551044-6272108225981769537?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6272108225981769537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6272108225981769537&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6272108225981769537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6272108225981769537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/08/afinal.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SncvIqgTJ9I/AAAAAAAAAhI/GbhHvLPPOPg/s72-c/Ilhadeserta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2402579483057402988</id><published>2009-07-17T18:49:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T19:09:16.459+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ora cá vai... Pinturas - 2º Episódio&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SmC56F8BIMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tFDt6DoJKJo/s1600-h/homeDummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359487964248350914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SmC56F8BIMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tFDt6DoJKJo/s200/homeDummy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Arregacei as mangas e pus mãos ao caminho, la está tudo empilhado, movéis em todo lado menos no sitio deles... mas tem mesmo que ser assim, de impulso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Comecei e não é que quando me preparava psicologicamente para amanha ter nova dose de tintas e pinceis, me ligam e dizem: "Mãe ta quase pronto!!" OBa!!! Fantastico...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Isto vai-me ficar caro, mas bem haja... vai ser mesmo fixe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Prometo mostrar fotos assim que tenha tudo no sitio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Bom fim de semana, Aproveitem bem o Sol que prometem aquecer.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SmC-BHb6bnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S9ukczY7TqQ/s1600-h/Trevo_de_Quatro_Folhas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359492482956160626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SmC-BHb6bnI/AAAAAAAAAg4/S9ukczY7TqQ/s200/Trevo_de_Quatro_Folhas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com protector claro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-2402579483057402988?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2402579483057402988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2402579483057402988&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2402579483057402988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2402579483057402988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/07/ora-ca-vai.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SmC56F8BIMI/AAAAAAAAAgo/tFDt6DoJKJo/s72-c/homeDummy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5134633351539636683</id><published>2009-06-22T17:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T17:33:36.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sj-tPmab3LI/AAAAAAAAAgg/QNWMG1GF3PY/s1600-h/praia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350185365860506802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sj-tPmab3LI/AAAAAAAAAgg/QNWMG1GF3PY/s320/praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Finalmente ... o pé na praia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Este fim de semana, o calor foi mais que muito e como nunca sabemos quando vai voltar, ou mesmo se voltará, fui à praia celebrar a chegada do verão... o Sol estava optimo e sem vento entao uma delicia. Melhor mesmo foi por o pézito na água... nem imaginam onde :-) como gostaria que tivessem visto, uma risota só... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Agora é pra trabalhar, e descansar para ter a disposição toda pro S. Joao, sim porque este ano tenho ideia de correr o S. Joao... Martelo em punho e la vai ela... ver o Fogo de artificio ao cais de Gaia. E depois curtir o S. Joao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5134633351539636683?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5134633351539636683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5134633351539636683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5134633351539636683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5134633351539636683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/06/finalmente.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sj-tPmab3LI/AAAAAAAAAgg/QNWMG1GF3PY/s72-c/praia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5781918519194729956</id><published>2009-06-16T11:29:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T11:46:03.401+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ora cá está o que deu trabalho, mas ficou bem feito... modéstia à parte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd0xYeNqyI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rCh7NnWFHGE/s1600-h/Mini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347871474257341218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd0xYeNqyI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rCh7NnWFHGE/s320/Mini.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd06I3MZ9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/a80Tzjc9X3Y/s1600-h/MiniCaixa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347871624685971410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd06I3MZ9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/a80Tzjc9X3Y/s320/MiniCaixa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Para as Senhoras Uma caixa, enfeitada com flores e um crucifixo de croché, dentro umas missangas de mar e o Texto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Meu Coração Pequenino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Está Hoje Cheio de Luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Pois Nele veio Morar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Meu querido Jesus!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd0eCqPmlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/eJQYeMxWb8U/s1600-h/Caneta+Mini.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347871141984705106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 82px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd0eCqPmlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/eJQYeMxWb8U/s200/Caneta+Mini.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Para os Homens umas Canetas na cana de Bambu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Para a Prima um Coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd3PXBYF5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7WCerL3aNXA/s1600-h/Caixa2Mini.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347874188287285138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd3PXBYF5I/AAAAAAAAAgQ/7WCerL3aNXA/s200/Caixa2Mini.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd3bPWJMRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/cp6iQkXNkr4/s1600-h/Minibuzio.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347874392385335570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd3bPWJMRI/AAAAAAAAAgY/cp6iQkXNkr4/s200/Minibuzio.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24551044-5781918519194729956?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5781918519194729956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5781918519194729956&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5781918519194729956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5781918519194729956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/06/ora-ca-esta-o-que-deu-trabalho-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sjd0xYeNqyI/AAAAAAAAAf4/rCh7NnWFHGE/s72-c/Mini.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2853425396277411606</id><published>2009-06-08T10:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T10:40:01.715+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SizcRzyHOXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nfKo5twfROU/s1600-h/tempo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344889056298219890" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SizcRzyHOXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nfKo5twfROU/s200/tempo.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Era disto mesmo que eu precisava... poder &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;acrescentar tempo ao tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;É de corrida que vivo estes dias, a festa do príncipe esta à porta, desejo que tudo corra às mil maravilhas... É pra isso que me tenho esforçado nas ultimas semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Ainda me consigo lembrar de passagens da minha Primeira Comunhão, como se tivesse sido à meia dúzia de dias... Passados todos estes anos, o meu filho vai celebrar a sua Primeira Comunhão na mesma Paroquia, noutra Igreja feita de raiz, nem por isso mais bela, e também o restaurante é o mesmo, há coincidências muito giras... e os anos que já la vão... Ate custa a contar, mas já passaram uns belos 26 anos. Espero que daqui a muitos anos o meu filho conserve belas recordações deste dia. Que tanto tem de importante como de mágico na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Boa semana e volto em breve com fotos giras, espero.&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/24551044-2853425396277411606?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2853425396277411606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2853425396277411606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2853425396277411606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2853425396277411606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/06/era-disto-mesmo-que-eu-precisava.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SizcRzyHOXI/AAAAAAAAAfg/nfKo5twfROU/s72-c/tempo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-984234495646426906</id><published>2009-05-27T17:42:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T17:51:39.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sh1vRL1lVwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bl43edNMKvk/s1600-h/2929611_u1Kp8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340547074157270786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sh1vRL1lVwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bl43edNMKvk/s200/2929611_u1Kp8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Susana... Oui C'est Moi...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Mas que verãozito é este?? Mal aquece o tempo e os meus rins começam logo a dizer mal da vidinha deles...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bem Ontem la conseguimos ter um dia Muito Muito Muito agradável... A criança ficou feliz e nós tambem, Viva a Vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ha momentos que deviam durar para sempre, e outros que nem deviam existir, mas a vida é assim mesmo, como uma pizza, que no fundo é deiliciosa, mas temos que apartar alguns ingredientes.&lt;/span&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/24551044-984234495646426906?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/984234495646426906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=984234495646426906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/984234495646426906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/984234495646426906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/05/susana.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sh1vRL1lVwI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/bl43edNMKvk/s72-c/2929611_u1Kp8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-930701380736523525</id><published>2009-05-26T10:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:22:10.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Shuy77babbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8Ee2kCHc7x8/s1600-h/parabens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340058525812551090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Shuy77babbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8Ee2kCHc7x8/s320/parabens.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Parabéns Filhote!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Parabéns Meu Principe, que os teus dias sejam sempre muito especiais, farei sempre o que estiver ao meu alcance para que assim seja. Minha Luz, Meu Sol, Meu Luar.  Quem me tira o sono, quem me ocupa os pensamentos, quem me dá preocupações por tudo e por nada, quem me enche de orgulho. És Tu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Que sejas sempre TU! Não igual a ninguem, mas único e E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Amo-te Muito, Razão da Minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um Super dia, para ti, Super Filho.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mãe Babada...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-930701380736523525?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/930701380736523525/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=930701380736523525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/930701380736523525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/930701380736523525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/05/parabens-filhote-parabens-meu-principe.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Shuy77babbI/AAAAAAAAAeg/8Ee2kCHc7x8/s72-c/parabens.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4705733783453117252</id><published>2009-05-14T10:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T10:25:17.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SgvgkUzed9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/W3-dwoFoB2M/s1600-h/gro.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335605098215012306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SgvgkUzed9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/W3-dwoFoB2M/s200/gro.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SgvgMZxgIgI/AAAAAAAAAeI/3QjkhSb2pGI/s1600-h/gro.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ser Gente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quem nos ensina, qual a escola?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;De que forma saberemos se os caminhos são os certos, se estamos a fazer bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não sou mãe como vi ser, nem filha como aprendi, sou amiga diferente dos amigos, e tão pouco aprendi a ser Mulher. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sou Eu nao o Outro, muitos invejam, outros tantos criticam, ha os que ignoram, e os que complicam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Como saber se o Ser Alguem é assim mesmo, se haveria mais para dar ou formas diferentes de Amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não trazemos instruções, nem nós nem as pessoas que connosco se relacionam, dá-mos o que sabemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quando dou comigo a pensar que este ou aquele fez assim ou assado, e coisas que eu nunca faria, penso que os outros pensarão o mesmo de Mim, que serei Alien nas suas mentes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Mas como cada um tem que viver a sua vida e não a do outro, cada um fará do seu caminho o que entender. Se Houver Reclamaçoes façam o Favor de dizer, mas nao pensem que vão longe, é que este é o unico livro de reclamações que posso rasgar as folhas que quizer e seguir em frente vivendo a minha vida da forma que escolhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SgvitAJRoxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jeqGRZ8v8eY/s1600-h/dfe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335607446311379730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SgvitAJRoxI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jeqGRZ8v8eY/s200/dfe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24551044-4705733783453117252?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4705733783453117252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4705733783453117252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4705733783453117252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4705733783453117252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/05/ser-gente-quem-nos-ensina-qual-escola.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SgvgkUzed9I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/W3-dwoFoB2M/s72-c/gro.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5583547915495387343</id><published>2009-04-30T20:20:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T21:03:48.415+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SfoCyzRgV5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/5byr2hDw0XI/s1600-h/image_nmg_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330576180726749074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SfoCyzRgV5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/5byr2hDw0XI/s200/image_nmg_5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Certa vez perguntaram a uma mãe, qual era seu filho preferido... aquele que ela mais amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E ela, deixando entrever um sorriso respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- "Nada é mais volúvel que um coraçãode mãe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E, como mãe, lhe respondo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o filho dileto, aquele a quem me dedico de corpo e alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;É o meu filho doente, até que sare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que partiu, até que volte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que está cansado, até que descanse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que está com fome, até que se alimente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que está com sede, até que beba,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que está estudando, até que aprenda,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que está nu, até que se vista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que não trabalha, até que se empregue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que namora, até que se case,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que casa, até que conviva,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que é pai, até que os crie,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que prometeu, até que se cumpra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que deve, até que pague,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o que chora, até que cale".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E, já com o semblante bem distante daquele sorriso, completou:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- "O que já me deixou, até que o reencontre".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Autor Desconhecido)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser mãe resume a isso mesmo, preocupações constantes e sempre diferentes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não se aprende, nao se ensina.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não serei a Melhor Mãe do Mundo, mas sou certamente a Melhor Mãe que sei ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E Depois o Meu filho disse que sou a Mãe Mais Linda do Mundo, por isso ... retirem se da corrida porque não têm qualquer hipotse... É que o Meu Filho não mente. Obrigao Filho por me ensinares a ser Tua Mãe. A m o - T e  M u i t o ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5583547915495387343?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5583547915495387343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5583547915495387343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5583547915495387343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5583547915495387343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/04/certa-vez-perguntaram-uma-mae-qual-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SfoCyzRgV5I/AAAAAAAAAdw/5byr2hDw0XI/s72-c/image_nmg_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-6653507463407562173</id><published>2009-04-24T12:10:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T16:37:33.667+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Perdi-me de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As palavras não querem sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A voz teima em nao se ouvir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Os ouvidos esses pararam de escutar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E Os olhos preferem Chorar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não, nao foi o sol que Fugiu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As estrelas não pararam de brilhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O rios continuar a correr pro Mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fui eu que deixei de Sonhar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Foste o meu Sol, Minhas Estrelas e meu Luar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Segui te como quem não sabe Andar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Perdi-me de Mim ao te encontrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;E Agora? Por onde vou caminhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sento, Espero e Tento respirar?&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SfGg1FGpNLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VZowGgaiEKk/s1600-h/fro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328216667919561906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SfGg1FGpNLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VZowGgaiEKk/s200/fro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ou sigo, ando e corro sem parar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Serei um dia eu capaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;De voltar a &lt;strong&gt;Acreditar&lt;/strong&gt;?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/24551044-6653507463407562173?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6653507463407562173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=6653507463407562173&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6653507463407562173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/6653507463407562173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/04/perdi-me-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SfGg1FGpNLI/AAAAAAAAAdg/VZowGgaiEKk/s72-c/fro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7977587954715195990</id><published>2009-04-17T14:57:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:07:56.312+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Costura'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pinturas'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Pinturas e Costuras - 1º Espisódio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SeiMhE-A2tI/AAAAAAAAAbw/h1JOTggY8bQ/s1600-h/quarto+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325661059263027922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SeiMhE-A2tI/AAAAAAAAAbw/h1JOTggY8bQ/s400/quarto+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Sim porque uma mulher não é de ferro e as coisas são para se ir fazendo, conforme ha tempo, genica e orçamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Então foi assim, começamos pelo quarto da criança... que por algum motivo é o estava "pior" talvez por ser a divisão mais intensamente vivida :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SeiL-nmOcgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/blc_RtMf9_4/s1600-h/quarto+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325660467263074818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 258px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SeiL-nmOcgI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/blc_RtMf9_4/s320/quarto+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pinturas: Tecto Branco, Parede verde Lima. 2€(que dará para mais divisões)+17€&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SeiMDbIorII/AAAAAAAAAbY/uf0apDlLDAE/s1600-h/quarto+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325660549817085058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SeiMDbIorII/AAAAAAAAAbY/uf0apDlLDAE/s200/quarto+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Costura: Comprei um jogo de saco cama no Ikea, que adaptei a cortinas, almofadas e Puff + Carpete 9,90+9.90.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/24551044-7977587954715195990?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7977587954715195990/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7977587954715195990&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7977587954715195990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7977587954715195990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/04/pinturas-e-costuras-1-espisodio.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SeiMhE-A2tI/AAAAAAAAAbw/h1JOTggY8bQ/s72-c/quarto+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5426505963433415378</id><published>2009-04-09T20:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T20:16:27.447+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Páscoa Feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/feliz_pascoa/0071.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma Deliciosa Páscoa é o que desejo, com Muitos Amores na Mesa e poucas amendoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-5426505963433415378?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5426505963433415378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5426505963433415378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5426505963433415378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5426505963433415378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/04/pascoa-feliz-uma-deliciosa-pascoa-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2443051323919238690</id><published>2009-03-27T14:32:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:45:22.537Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Recados do Orkut" href="http://www.recadosonline.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="396" alt="scraps para orkut" src="http://i283.photobucket.com/albums/kk312/recadoso/rec/118/003.gif" width="411" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.recadosonline.com/amizade.html"&gt;RecadosOnline - Seus amigos irão adorar uma mensagem assim. Clique e confira!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Não há palavras para explicar aquilo que são os Amigos. São estrelas sempre presentes que nos Iluminam e Guiam, são a almofada que nos ouve, mesmo quando o que dizemos nao faz sentido, É o abraço que nos afaga quando já fizemos a asneira, é quem não cobra para receber mas continua dando... É quem partilha connosco os momentos Altos, mas principalmente os Baixos. Quem passa connosco pelos Anos, mas continua a dizer que estamos lindas e frescas. É aquela luz que nem sempre vemos mas que temos a certeza que está lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Amigos &lt;strong&gt;Destes&lt;/strong&gt; não são precisos muitos, porque os poucos enchem nosso coraçao e superam nossas espectativas. Obrigada. Bom fim de semana. &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/24551044-2443051323919238690?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2443051323919238690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2443051323919238690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2443051323919238690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2443051323919238690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-ha-palavras-para-explicar-aquilo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7675360595147926538</id><published>2009-03-23T20:19:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:46:04.200Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dieta'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/ScfwjWsSOfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/tQnsTJjYHr4/s1600-h/mudardevida.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316482375311571442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 185px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/ScfwjWsSOfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/tQnsTJjYHr4/s200/mudardevida.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mudando de Vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Correr atrás do bikini... contagem decrescente para o verão... meter a mão na massa, que é como quem diz enfiar o pé na sapatilha... e andar andar andar ate o pneu furar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickerfactory.com/weight-loss/wDPQikp/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tickers.tickerfactory.com/ezt/t/wDPQikp/weight.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tickerfactory.com/weight-loss/wigSj4c/"&gt;&lt;/a&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/24551044-7675360595147926538?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7675360595147926538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7675360595147926538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7675360595147926538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7675360595147926538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/03/mudando-de-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/ScfwjWsSOfI/AAAAAAAAAbI/tQnsTJjYHr4/s72-c/mudardevida.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-8784129689662356978</id><published>2009-03-19T21:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:38:59.613Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/ScK7GjW0WYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LX-bb88fRnw/s1600-h/filhos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016231495162242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/ScK7GjW0WYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LX-bb88fRnw/s200/filhos.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;E se de repente... os pais se tornassem filhos e os filhos nos pais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Entenderiam eles melhor nossos pensamentos e atitudes??? Nós poderiamos rever neles os nossos piores defeitos... sim porque eles reclamam , reclamam mas se tivessem oportunidade de ser "nós" fariam exactamente o mesmo que nós. E assim "imitados" poderiamos apreciar as tristes figuras que fazemos... É isso mesmo que vou sugerir... troca de identidades... ver se as coisas correm melhor... E como filha, devo me portar bem e fazer parecer que ser pai/mãe é facil ou por outro lado devo ser teimosa e irritativa para levar a criança à loucura :-) ... vou traçar um projecto e fazer desta a minha directiz de terapia... pode ser que resulte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/ScK7NEk2ixI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YMtL0yzYLgw/s1600-h/ajuda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315016343491611410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 161px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/ScK7NEk2ixI/AAAAAAAAAbA/YMtL0yzYLgw/s200/ajuda.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Feliz dia dos Pais&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/24551044-8784129689662356978?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/8784129689662356978/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=8784129689662356978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8784129689662356978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8784129689662356978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-se-de-repente.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/ScK7GjW0WYI/AAAAAAAAAa4/LX-bb88fRnw/s72-c/filhos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-2060054889462470355</id><published>2009-03-12T10:05:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:48:29.528Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns a Mim...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SbjefFdalaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ojsvfpj6O-0/s1600-h/garfield_cake.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312240386106365346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SbjefFdalaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ojsvfpj6O-0/s400/garfield_cake.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando ninguém cantar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu Canto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando ninguém comprar um Presente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu Compro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando ninguém fizer um bolo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu Faço!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando ninguém me Mimar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu Mimo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando todos se esquecerem, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu Lembro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando não houver Flores, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu Planto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Quando não for Importante para Ninguém, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Serei sempre Importante Para Mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Afinal hoje é O Aniversário da Pessoa Mais importante da Minha Vida! Eu!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sbjeoug2VVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/MFw4oLPpdwQ/s1600-h/1498.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312240551745443154" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/Sbjeoug2VVI/AAAAAAAAAaw/MFw4oLPpdwQ/s200/1498.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigada&lt;/strong&gt; aos que ajudam a &lt;strong&gt;Mimar&lt;/strong&gt;, Aos que &lt;strong&gt;Não Deixam Esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;, e aos que ajudam a festejar estes meus 34 anos a cada dia da minha vida. Por fazerem parte no meu &lt;strong&gt;Eu&lt;/strong&gt;, Que estão &lt;strong&gt;presentes a Cada Minuto&lt;/strong&gt;, mesmo quando não Estão. &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/24551044-2060054889462470355?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/2060054889462470355/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=2060054889462470355&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2060054889462470355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/2060054889462470355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/03/parabens-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SbjefFdalaI/AAAAAAAAAao/Ojsvfpj6O-0/s72-c/garfield_cake.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-5819150545490874801</id><published>2009-03-05T21:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-05T21:50:14.124Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SbBBZPZof0I/AAAAAAAAAag/BrHH69Wqyic/s1600-h/maos%2520dadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309815862556393282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SbBBZPZof0I/AAAAAAAAAag/BrHH69Wqyic/s320/maos%2520dadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Entre Ajuda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Até que ponto a internet veio ajudar os milhoes de pessoas que por ela passam diariamente? Assistimos ao nascer diario de grupos, de blogs, de foruns, de isto e daquilo. De pessoas que nao se conhecendo de lado nenhum se dispõe a ajudar outros pelo simples prazer de dever cumprido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;A internet tras nos conhecimentos de tudo o que possamos imaginar. Não me consigo imaginar hoje a viver sem internet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;Há varios interesses meus que se alimentam diariamente na internet. &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Por exemplo o Gosto de Cozinhar de Comer ainda Melhor, que desenvolvo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.petiscos.com/smf/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; http://www.petiscos.com/smf/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt; , conheci pessoas fantasticas que trocam comigo receitas, dicas e truques, amizades... fabulosa entreajuda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Uma dezena de paginas e foruns de artes manuais, que me enchem a alma, de pessoas fabulosas que mostram as suas obras mais genuinas, sem pretençoes, apenas pelo prazer de divulgar e até muitas vezes ensinar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Os Blogs que me inspiram na minha mudança de vida, que me ensinaram a ser mais saudavel e logo mais feliz, onde nao posso deixar de destacar o Blog da Lu &lt;a href="http://www.lufrancesa.com/blog/"&gt;http://www.lufrancesa.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt; que nos ensina a cultivar a auto-estima e  presistencia. Que nos ajudam a  nunca desistir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As mensagens aqui deixadas por pessoas que nunca conheci, mas que fazem questão de nos lembrar que não estamos sozinhos. Obrigada. Só posso adnira-las, pela companhia, por lerem as palavras que às vezes escrevemos como se ninguem fosse compreender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A terapia de escrever num Blog é das coisas mais inexplicáveis que posso sentir. Não sei se será um bom ou mau sinal, é bom termos forma de nos expressar, mas tambem é significado de que realmente estamos tão sós. Onde estão os amigos? Com quem se perdia a noção do tempo a conversar. Tenho poucos, muito Poucos Amigos, uma mão chega para os contar, são intensos sim, presentes e verdadeiros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Tenho outros "projectos" em vista, ou de baixo de um click, mas fica para outras núpcias, fiquem bem e disfrutem do melhor da internet, é uma aprendizagem para a vida.&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/24551044-5819150545490874801?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5819150545490874801/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=5819150545490874801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5819150545490874801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/5819150545490874801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/03/entre-ajuda-ate-que-ponto-internet-veio.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SbBBZPZof0I/AAAAAAAAAag/BrHH69Wqyic/s72-c/maos%2520dadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-8891924445468310139</id><published>2009-02-21T15:29:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T15:45:34.017Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SaAeRGP5muI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/i0UZxM2UOyw/s1600-h/Carnaval+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305273640126356194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SaAeRGP5muI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/i0UZxM2UOyw/s200/Carnaval+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É Carnaval, ninguém leva a mal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Que giro que é ver tantos meninos de sorriso de orelha a orelha, fingindo ser os seu heróis. Brincam de ser felizes. Piratas, principes, rainhas e bruxas... Que saudades de fingir, de bailar e brincar ao carnaval. A festa começava no sabado à noite, domingo à tarde voltava ao Baile, segunda à noite era uma folia que so acabava na Terça ao final da tardinha... Pode se dizer que dancei por estes anos todos. Hoje em dia (ha uns anos a esta parte) as pernas não pendem pro baile, nem para mais festa nenhuma... Não ha disfarce nem folia. Será a idade, a disposiçao, a crise? Que vontade de "sujar a cara" e sair... ir bailar ate cair de cansaço e acabar a noite pela manhã... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SaAeREPkIwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MEzEqGffdLA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305273639588078338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 114px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SaAeREPkIwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MEzEqGffdLA/s200/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bom Carnaval&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SaAeREPkIwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MEzEqGffdLA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SaAeREPkIwI/AAAAAAAAAaY/MEzEqGffdLA/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-8891924445468310139?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/8891924445468310139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=8891924445468310139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8891924445468310139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8891924445468310139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/02/e-carnaval-ninguem-leva-mal.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SaAeRGP5muI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/i0UZxM2UOyw/s72-c/Carnaval+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4328048001560466746</id><published>2009-02-10T10:11:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-10T10:30:53.542Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Vou Pintar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SZFTKHxA_ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RPmM8qGPPmk/s1600-h/tintas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301109669740215698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SZFTKHxA_ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RPmM8qGPPmk/s200/tintas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Chuva está a acabar, finalmente uma trégua... Hora de ir às compras. Ora a lista: Tinchas, rolos, fita de papel, e Tintas, muitas tintas... e mãos à obra... Jornais velhos à mão... A diversdidade de tintas é imensa, coisas tão giras que se vêm, mas e os preços, bolas... não se aguenta....&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SZFUKFppZaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Gym2AwJoY3Y/s1600-h/pintorr.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301110768684066210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SZFUKFppZaI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Gym2AwJoY3Y/s200/pintorr.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tambem estou precisar de mão de obra, baratinha... isto de andar sozinha nos trabalhos pretos não tá com nada... Não estou a ver la por casa grande vontade de meter as mãos na massa... vai ter que ser uma coisa muito bem negociada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SZFU1vjaGWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gk8PXtx5adg/s1600-h/DSCN0225-pintura.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301111518666561890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SZFU1vjaGWI/AAAAAAAAAaA/gk8PXtx5adg/s200/DSCN0225-pintura.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Que pena que eu tenho que as pinturas rupestres tenham passado de moda... ia ser mais barato, e ja tinha um voluntario para a mão de obra. mas realmente a casa ia ficar a parecer uma caverna...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Vou mostrando os projectos, ideias tenho eu muitas. Fosse so mandar fazer e ja estava...&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;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda tenho um projecto em mão para acabar primeiro que é a roupa de carnaval da criança... tecidos e tintas nao sao compatives. Uma coisa de cada vez. Bjs&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/24551044-4328048001560466746?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4328048001560466746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4328048001560466746&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4328048001560466746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4328048001560466746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/02/vou-pintar.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SZFTKHxA_ZI/AAAAAAAAAZw/RPmM8qGPPmk/s72-c/tintas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-9141349820709863021</id><published>2009-02-04T19:01:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-04T19:14:23.650Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sem Pressa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299019471355791570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SYnmIkAKSNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qOXzEufwLrs/s320/devagar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Sem pressa, podemos,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Aquilo que quisermos,   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;E tudo ficará mais doce,  O Sol ficará mais quente,  O sorriso ficará mais Alegre,  se Houver tempo... Se o tempo for Nosso.    As crianças brincarão mais felizes, se para isso tiverem tempo e nós o tempo para elas.  É como um chocolate que lentamente derrete na boca. Sem stress, sem folias, sem querer ja chegar ao Amanhã, só para ver o que nos espera. O que lá está, lá está, e amanhã estará lá na mesma , nós é que se corrermos vamos lá chegar sem folego, sem ânimo, sem folia, por isso a diferença estará em nós... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;É preciso pôr em Pausa a corrida desenfriada da  multidão que nos empurra, esticar as horas, e fazer TUDO. Viver o hoje que de certeza terá mais surpresas se olharmos com atençao.  Se repararmos nos detalhes do que temos ao invés de espreitar para o amanhã, à espera do que lá estará ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Respiremos Sem Pressa, pensemos devagar, e Beijemos com Tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-9141349820709863021?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/9141349820709863021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=9141349820709863021&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/9141349820709863021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/9141349820709863021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/02/sem-pressa-sem-pressa-podemos-aquilo.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SYnmIkAKSNI/AAAAAAAAAZo/qOXzEufwLrs/s72-c/devagar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-199110316062709677</id><published>2009-01-26T21:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:36:22.399Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como Peixe na Água...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295715757136358994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SX4pbFeNLlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/H8nCSiAzuJU/s320/10277golfinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E quando de repende fazemos algo completamente diferente do habitual, e ficamos fora do contexto do dia a dia, e mais... nos sentimos &lt;strong&gt;muito bem... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Que conclusão devemos tirar, se afinal nao nascemos para ser peixe e nos sentimos em casa no cimo de uma árvore?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;De repente apetece remar contra a maré e dar um salto bem alto, e tomar o nosso próprio rumo, e agarrar a vida com as duas mãos.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SX4r4xsRPkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zw09IuRP7lM/s1600-h/anjinho_haloscan.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295718466245967426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SX4r4xsRPkI/AAAAAAAAAXU/zw09IuRP7lM/s200/anjinho_haloscan.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; OuiPa Pra cima... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Onde se sentem como peixe na Água?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&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/24551044-199110316062709677?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/199110316062709677/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=199110316062709677&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/199110316062709677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/199110316062709677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/01/como-peixe-na-gua.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SX4pbFeNLlI/AAAAAAAAAXE/H8nCSiAzuJU/s72-c/10277golfinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3731934609853754303</id><published>2009-01-19T21:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T21:21:09.682Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SXTrqRKyk6I/AAAAAAAAATA/lPDN_fhvpRg/s1600-h/meumundinho.bmp"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293114573462868898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SXTrqRKyk6I/AAAAAAAAATA/lPDN_fhvpRg/s320/meumundinho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;À espera que o sol nasça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Maldita crise mundial que põe a nossa vida em stand-by, esperamos por dias melhores, e nada... não ha sinais de melhoras, cada vez mais pessoas no desemprego, e os que ainda trabalham morrem de medo do amanhã. Realmente a incerteza do amanhã é um pesadelo muito grande que está à porta de muitas famílias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Procuramos dar passos pequenos para não cair, mas sentimo-nos como que definitivamente parados, sem poder mover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pensamos horas a fio qual será o futuro, não o longíncuo mas o de amanhã mesmo. Temos vontade de avançar, mas para onde? Não podemos perder tempo a andar às voltas, os passos têm que ser certeiros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos o comércio tradicional grita por ajuda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ficamos assim, quase parados, à espera que algo aconteça, ou corremos atrás, gastando a pouca energia que nos resta... Somos teimosos e não vamos desistir, pelo menos amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&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/24551044-3731934609853754303?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3731934609853754303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3731934609853754303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3731934609853754303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3731934609853754303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/01/espera-que-o-sol-nasa.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SXTrqRKyk6I/AAAAAAAAATA/lPDN_fhvpRg/s72-c/meumundinho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-8117940393019689699</id><published>2009-01-12T22:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T22:28:39.761Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Desafio dos 8 Sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As regras deste desafio sao as seguintes:&lt;br /&gt;-Escrever uma lista com 8 coisas que sonhamos fazer&lt;br /&gt;-Convidar 8 parceiras(os) de blogs amigos para responder&lt;br /&gt;-Comentar no blog de quem nos convidou&lt;br /&gt;-Comentar no blog dos nossos (as) convidados(as) para que saibam da "convocatória"&lt;br /&gt;-Mensionar as Regras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos são:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ter um 2009 com muita saúde, sem sustos, para mim e para a minha familia.&lt;br /&gt;2. Ter sempre um sorriso no rosto, principalmente nos momentos dificeis.&lt;br /&gt;3. Ter a coragem de falar o que penso.&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Mas pensando sempre bem primeiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Escrever um livro. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ja comecei algumas vezes,  agora com o magalhaes vai ser sempre a abrir&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Dispor de mais tempo de qualidade para mim, tipo ginasio, cabeleireiro, Spa.&lt;br /&gt;6. Poder gastar mais uns euros em proveito proprio. &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Renovar guarda-vestidos.Renovar a minha imagem. (Externa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Fazer uma bela viagem de férias em família.&lt;br /&gt;8. Acabar a maldita dieta, ficar esbelta e elegante de forma vitalicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Poderia ficar aqui a escrever até amanha de manha, não é que tenha razoes de queixa daquilo que tenho, os sonhos é que são muitos... sou peixes. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passar o desafio nao sei bem a quem, porque ja muitas amiguinhas responderam, mas desafio cada um a pensar bem nos sonhos que tem por cumprir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-8117940393019689699?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/8117940393019689699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=8117940393019689699&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8117940393019689699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/8117940393019689699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/01/desafio-dos-8-sonhos-as-regras-deste.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-3009051855039226862</id><published>2009-01-12T09:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-12T09:48:55.251Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Viva o Nosso S. Gonçalo, e Viva S. Critovão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290340928925247090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWsRC6FMpnI/AAAAAAAAASw/UEoSlDTby0g/s320/_MG_0632.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E lá vinham os Mareantes do Rio Douro, a cumprir a tradição... Os Bombos a rufar, todo um povo à janela,&lt;strong&gt; Viva, Viva! &lt;/strong&gt;repete o povo como que a pedir um ano de calmaria... &lt;strong&gt;Viva o Nosso S Gonçalo!!! E Ele é Nosso!!!&lt;/strong&gt; E realmente as tradiçoes são do povo. &lt;strong&gt;Fantástico!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-3009051855039226862?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/3009051855039226862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=3009051855039226862&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3009051855039226862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/3009051855039226862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/01/viva-o-nosso-s.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWsRC6FMpnI/AAAAAAAAASw/UEoSlDTby0g/s72-c/_MG_0632.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4690087697876748035</id><published>2009-01-06T09:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T09:54:17.805Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWMmup2q2YI/AAAAAAAAASg/ibbnhq1OkZg/s1600-h/mundo2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288112970414086530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 232px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWMmup2q2YI/AAAAAAAAASg/ibbnhq1OkZg/s320/mundo2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui Esta o Novo Ano...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Novo, em branco, com um montao de paginas em branco prontinhas para serem por nós escritas. Não façam rascunhos, pois nos melhores projectos vai faltar o tempo "passar a limpo" Escrevam nestas folhas com convição e vontade, certas de que vão ser certeiras, o  instinto não vai falhar e o sucesso está logo logo ali. Só temos que estar atentas a tudo o que nos rodeia e aproveitar cada oportunidade de sorrir, de ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;O Mundo é nosso desde que acreditemos, só de nós depende o rumo do nosso sorriso. Se um caminho é dificil e doloroso porque ir por aí? Façam as proprias escolhas e pisem determinadas os caminhos escolhidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Melhor Amiga para 2009&lt;/strong&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;Auto Estima&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Projecto: Deixar de Sofrer por Antecedência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Objectivo:  Fazer tudo o que pretender, Ontem !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Não ficar na cama a pensar que amanhã... vou .... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O Tempo é Este e Agora.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWMmu0aCF1I/AAAAAAAAASo/SpqAFmP_I10/s1600-h/mund.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288112973246764882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 137px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWMmu0aCF1I/AAAAAAAAASo/SpqAFmP_I10/s320/mund.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWMmu0aCF1I/AAAAAAAAASo/SpqAFmP_I10/s1600-h/mund.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWMmu0aCF1I/AAAAAAAAASo/SpqAFmP_I10/s1600-h/mund.bmp"&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/24551044-4690087697876748035?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4690087697876748035/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4690087697876748035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4690087697876748035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4690087697876748035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2009/01/aqui-esta-o-novo-ano.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SWMmup2q2YI/AAAAAAAAASg/ibbnhq1OkZg/s72-c/mundo2%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7281255353614938742</id><published>2008-12-30T10:28:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T11:14:07.529Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://media.imeem.com/p/xSvruoEG_e.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SVn-XePvJ9I/AAAAAAAAASY/VPXij9Wcmfo/s1600-h/anonovo161.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285535316905502674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SVn-XePvJ9I/AAAAAAAAASY/VPXij9Wcmfo/s320/anonovo161.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Excelente 2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mais um ano termina, e de novo nos enchemos de esperança, de desejos, de sonhos por concretizar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Em geito de balanço olhamos para tras, e nem que seja por momemtos devemos pensar que valeu a pena. Que tudo fariamos de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;O meu ano 2008, foi um impasse, uma pausa, é assim q o vejo, não evolui, não aprendi nada, nao fiz nada de grandioso, nem valioso, a saúde nao ajudou, este ano foi péssimo... estou ansiosa que acabe. Para Acordar e repensar na vida, traçar caminho... e seguir em frente, com força, determinação, sem deixar o tempo fugir pelos dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;É tempo de ligar os motores, sacudir a poeira e avançar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Importante não é dar Anos à Vida, mas sim &lt;strong&gt;Dar Vida aos Anos&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Feliz 2009, que seja "O ANO"...sacudir a preguiça, manter objectivos e olhar em frente de cabeça erguida. A cada dia acaba o sonho para alguem, um dia o nosso filme tambem chegará ao fim, e nessa altura a sensação deverá ser de &lt;strong&gt;missao cumprida&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://media.imeem.com/p/xSvruoEG_e.jpg" border="0" /&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/24551044-7281255353614938742?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7281255353614938742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7281255353614938742&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7281255353614938742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7281255353614938742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2008/12/um-excelente-2009-mais-um-ano-termina-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SVn-XePvJ9I/AAAAAAAAASY/VPXij9Wcmfo/s72-c/anonovo161.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4779199161885273282</id><published>2008-12-23T10:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:17:38.323Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a title="Recados para Orkut" href="http://www.glimboo.com/"&gt;&lt;img height="392" alt="Recados e Imagens - Feliz Natal - Orkut" src="http://i219.photobucket.com/albums/cc166/recado/glimboo/feliz_natal/0468.gif" width="426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/div"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É esse o meu desejo, que todos possam ver seus desejos realizados, se seja uma época de dar e mais dar, que nada falte no vosso sapatinho e que não se esqueçam de agradecer :-) As desejos não se realizam sozinhos temos sempre que fazer a nossa parte.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando olhar para tras e vir algo que não aconteceu, pense bem, se fez a sua parte, se calhar até fez mas sem a força necessaria para o conseguir, renove os desejos e Agradeça tudo o conquistado até hoje.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um Santo Natal para todos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não esqueçam de se rever no sorriso das crianças, de lembrar quando eram crianças, quando o Natal era a Magia, o encantamento.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SVC5rGf9CgI/AAAAAAAAASA/XxEk1i9U3XI/s1600-h/1766935i5ctajt0rg.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282926513035741698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SVC5rGf9CgI/AAAAAAAAASA/XxEk1i9U3XI/s200/1766935i5ctajt0rg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Um Grande Beijo muito Especial, para as pessoas que habitam o meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;Que este Natal saibam, que as &lt;strong&gt;Adoro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As prendas aparecem na árvore, mas os Amigos, esses, Estão sempre no coração.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Natal.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/div"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%3C/div"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-4779199161885273282?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4779199161885273282/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4779199161885273282&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4779199161885273282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4779199161885273282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2008/12/esse-o-meu-desejo-que-todos-possam-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SVC5rGf9CgI/AAAAAAAAASA/XxEk1i9U3XI/s72-c/1766935i5ctajt0rg.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7799732042583786105</id><published>2008-12-15T19:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:11:23.671Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SUa2-911FWI/AAAAAAAAARk/y_EQoaqyAR4/s1600-h/Prendas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280108806006969698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SUa2-911FWI/AAAAAAAAARk/y_EQoaqyAR4/s320/Prendas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Agora sim..Começa a parecer Natal!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;Começo a ver papel e laços espalhados pela casa, de uma só acentada comprei 14 prendas, ou melhor, lembrancinhas, sim porque isto nao está para estravagâncias... Faltam poucas, mas as mais dificeis de escolher, as mais caras e mais importantes. Estou à espera de uma Boa inspiração... faltam 3 crianças e 1 adulto.... :-) e ao contrario das outras que crianças que fazem listas e mais listas, estas querem só o que lhe derem, é muito giro dar-lhes coisas que nao estão a contar de todo. É ver a cara deles de felicidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Como as férias escolares estão aí à porta tenho que me apressar, seão decaminho tenho que fazer as compras com os "bisbilhoteiros" a espeitar por cima do ombro. Correm a abrir os armários e a mala do carro...de que será que andam à procura.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lá em casa ñinguem mexe nas prendas antes da hora, nem mesmo as crinaças, e vocês? Aguentam? ou amassam e abanam ... e cheiram...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Boas compras e se for o caso, bons preparativos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-7799732042583786105?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7799732042583786105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7799732042583786105&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7799732042583786105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7799732042583786105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2008/12/agora-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SUa2-911FWI/AAAAAAAAARk/y_EQoaqyAR4/s72-c/Prendas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-7498472319645928310</id><published>2008-12-11T11:14:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:23:37.897Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SUD2rXP0vmI/AAAAAAAAARc/--gA0IRPeLU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278489988113415778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SUD2rXP0vmI/AAAAAAAAARc/--gA0IRPeLU/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E as vossas Meias? Já estão cheiinhas? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Ao menos souberam o que pedir na carta ao Pai Natal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As minhas meias estão completamente vazias, nada, nikles, nem pedidos nem cartas... vai ser nas vesperas que vou correr a procurar o que comprar, O meu problema costuma ser a indecisao, pois as ideias sao sempre muitas... este ano nao consigo pensar em nada... É tão dificil comprar coisas que não sabemos se as outras pessoas vão gostar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vou-me tentar organizar, escrever.... ver lojas e mais lojas... e ter ideias brilhantes antes de ficar em Time Out :-) &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/24551044-7498472319645928310?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/7498472319645928310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=7498472319645928310&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7498472319645928310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/7498472319645928310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-as-vossas-meias-j-esto-cheiinhas-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SUD2rXP0vmI/AAAAAAAAARc/--gA0IRPeLU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1835630707199065852</id><published>2008-12-01T21:25:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:43:37.966Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/i/inverno-11398.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 500px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://images.paraorkut.com/img/pics/glitters/i/inverno-11398.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agora sim! Chegou o Frio e Neve e o Cheiro a Natal!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;O frio chegou a  todo o país, neve e mais neve... gripes por todos os cantos, chás e mantas no sofá...Aquecedores ligados...lareiras no máximo... lá fora cheira a lenha e a frio...  As ruas estão acesas, bonitas, enfeitadas. As pessoas essas correm aos shoppings, e no meio de tanta crise, acartam sacolas enormes, como se a borla fosse acabar amanhã... Será que alguem falou em ofertas e não ouvi nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Cá dentro o pinheiro já pisca...e o presépio tem mais "gente" que nunca :-) só falta mesmo o espirito de Natal, esse tá dificil de implementar, a caxa de correio é invadida por dezenas de livros de brinquedos... listas de telemoveis, Mp3, Mp4s... e tudo mais  o que se possa imaginar de possivel desejar... ora bolas é dificil competir com concorrencia a ter horas de publicidade na Tv... Ainda não vi nenhum reclame ao espirito de Natal, à troca de lembranças...de mimos, de doces...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ou batemos o pé  e somos convincentes, ou o melhor é juntarmo-nos a "eles" e comprar a maior prenda do mercado :-)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boas compras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&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&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1835630707199065852?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1835630707199065852/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1835630707199065852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1835630707199065852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1835630707199065852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2008/12/agora-sim-chegou-o-frio-e-neve-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4762034825447284881</id><published>2008-11-18T09:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T09:52:24.913Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SSKQU84w4gI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4y47E1y4hJk/s1600-h/Meus+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269933203592897026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SSKQU84w4gI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4y47E1y4hJk/s320/Meus+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SSKP5DuummI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/OO0nyEk8wV8/s1600-h/Meus+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cá estão alguns dos rabiscos... não importa se assim ou assado, sabem bem pelo prazer que dão a fazer. Experiementem, vale mesmo a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-4762034825447284881?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4762034825447284881/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4762034825447284881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4762034825447284881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4762034825447284881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2008/11/c-esto-alguns-dos-rabiscos.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SSKQU84w4gI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/4y47E1y4hJk/s72-c/Meus+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-1390509129801444917</id><published>2008-11-10T09:58:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T10:01:35.026Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SRgF_pCFLfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_yFzeBK-n9c/s1600-h/paleta.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266966355114274290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SRgF_pCFLfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_yFzeBK-n9c/s320/paleta.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Ora como eu dizia, ja está a tralha montada na sala ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Falta saber até onde a Imaginação vai levar os riscos. Nem que não vão a lado nenhum, pelo menos o meu stress fica lá, e só por isso ja vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Boa semana e Obrigada pelas Visitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-1390509129801444917?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/1390509129801444917/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=1390509129801444917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1390509129801444917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/1390509129801444917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2008/11/ora-como-eu-dizia-ja-est-tralha-montada.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SRgF_pCFLfI/AAAAAAAAAQU/_yFzeBK-n9c/s72-c/paleta.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24551044.post-4054215102242068257</id><published>2008-11-04T11:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-04T11:44:21.935Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rabiscos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264766448886011794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SRA1MPs-15I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6rbqdr0x2pw/s400/rabiscos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Os meus cantos já estão povoados de rabiscos... isso é bom, sao planos e projectos de tudo... é a imaginaçao a voltar, a vontade de realizar... de escrever... de pintar... de coser e colar... bem vamos la ver quantos destes projectos começam a tomar forma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Faço imensos riscos e rabiscos, por um lado de traços para telas, de ideias soltas que se vão desenvolvendo... Tambem gosto de escrever, adorava escrever um livro, um Drama/Romance, ir compilando capitulos e ideias ate ser algo de perceptivel e agradável de se ler.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Adoro tambem a costura, fazer cortinas, mudar tecidos , decorar, acartar a mobilia às costas de um lado para o outro, precisava era de uma bolsa aberta para materias primas... tá crise, é geral... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ah e tambem gosto de ler, coisas que me dizem respeito ou talvez nao, coisas de cultura geral, de saude ou apenas so de interesse pessoal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Bem, está na hora de arregaçar as mangas e fazer qualquer coisa, os projectos estao a saltitar cá dentro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SRA1Bt82VOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Vgj2eoTNaTs/s1600-h/kima43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264766268027065570" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SRA1Bt82VOI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Vgj2eoTNaTs/s200/kima43.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24551044-4054215102242068257?l=umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/4054215102242068257/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24551044&amp;postID=4054215102242068257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4054215102242068257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24551044/posts/default/4054215102242068257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://umolharcomsentido.blogspot.com/2008/11/rabiscos.html' title=''/><author><name>Susana Sousa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271735047660471614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/S-gaMlxnfgI/AAAAAAAAAtw/yoAEAFnkcWk/S220/Eu.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hcPe1_KxiLI/SRA1MPs-15I/AAAAAAAAAQM/6rbqdr0x2pw/s72-c/rabiscos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
