<?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-7551882867800047215</id><updated>2011-08-02T03:29:04.316+01:00</updated><category term='Projecto'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Amigos'/><category term='Memórias'/><category term='Pedras Soltas'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='Imagens'/><category term='Receitas'/><category term='Ciba'/><category term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Chaga Man Stories,</title><subtitle type='html'>Reflexões contemplativas do quotidiano romântico...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6644832097973223666</id><published>2010-03-21T11:06:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-21T14:26:14.725Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedras Soltas'/><title type='text'>Resultado Limpar S. Bento 20-03-2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;8h00 no Clube Desportivo de São Bento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;30 Voluntários no terreno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Voluntários de apoio logístico&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;7 Carrinhas de caixa aberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 Tractor com pá carregadora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Chuva, muita chuva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;12h30 no Clube Desportivo de São Bento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;60m3 de lixo recolhido&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 grande festa de aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;1 grande vitória 8-0, da nossa equipa infantil &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Muita comida, muita bebida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Entusiasmo a contar o que de mais caricato se encontrou no terreno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;17h30 no Clube Desportivo de São Bento:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+40m3 de lixo recolhido (saldo acumulado: 100m3)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Extinção das Lixeiras identificadas na freguesia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Muita alegria fruto do sucesso da recolha e, da comemoração do aniversário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Oferta súbita de um Dumper à Junta de Freguesia, oferta paralela de um  leitão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oferta de outro leitão e mais outro, mas para ocasiões diferentes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A festa continuou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muito obrigado a todos pela colaboração, entusiasmo e empenho! Sem o Vosso trabalho este momento de alegria e partilha não teria sido possível!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotos para breve!&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/7551882867800047215-6644832097973223666?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6644832097973223666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6644832097973223666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6644832097973223666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6644832097973223666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/resultado-limpar-s-bento-20-03-2010.html' title='Resultado Limpar S. Bento 20-03-2010'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-9008886994744354914</id><published>2010-03-09T22:24:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:13:58.854Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>Limpar Portugal - Limpar S. Bento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S5paLuvMUEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CgU_lDcC__k/s1600-h/limpar_sbento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447765856829067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S5paLuvMUEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CgU_lDcC__k/s400/limpar_sbento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S5bK0mewQ-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/6DxRFBVsexI/s1600-h/limpar_sbento.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós vamos juntar-nos à festa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E vocês?&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/7551882867800047215-9008886994744354914?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9008886994744354914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=9008886994744354914' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/9008886994744354914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/9008886994744354914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/limpar-portugal-limpar-s-bento.html' title='Limpar Portugal - Limpar S. Bento'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S5paLuvMUEI/AAAAAAAAAVw/CgU_lDcC__k/s72-c/limpar_sbento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-9138899321763426675</id><published>2010-03-04T15:31:00.008Z</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:14:43.585Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Família Verdadeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4_XyxInSrI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EN7M1VhSet0/s1600-h/familia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444807741697116850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4_XyxInSrI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EN7M1VhSet0/s400/familia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por ocasião da leitura do artigo de opinião de Moisés Espírito Santo no &lt;em&gt;Jornal de Leiria&lt;/em&gt; (4 de Março de 2010), lembrei-me de registar algo que já há algum tempo me anda a atormentar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Como é que a felicidade de&lt;br /&gt;terceiros, que em nada prejudica a vida do mais comum cidadão, pode&lt;br /&gt;incomodar&lt;br /&gt;tanto um cristão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Porquê que o amor ao próximo, expoente máximo da igreja, incomoda tanto um&lt;br /&gt;cristão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Será que é&lt;br /&gt;mais verdadeira uma família em que a criança&lt;br /&gt;assiste os seus pais (de&lt;br /&gt;sexos diferentes) a esbofetearem-se ou a&lt;br /&gt;agredirem-se&lt;br /&gt;verbalmente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Será que o conteúdo&lt;br /&gt;conceptual destas &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;manifs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; faz&lt;br /&gt;sentido na cabeça de quem as&lt;br /&gt;organiza ou de quem participa nelas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Só falta dizer que para ser uma família&lt;br /&gt;verdadeira o&lt;br /&gt;Homem tem de ser mais alto e mais velho que a Mulher, têm de&lt;br /&gt;fazer amor na cama&lt;br /&gt;na posição de missionário, e sei lá que mais...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;Isto é tudo um bocado parvo, ou será só impressão minha?&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/7551882867800047215-9138899321763426675?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9138899321763426675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=9138899321763426675' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/9138899321763426675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/9138899321763426675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/familia-verdadeira.html' title='Família Verdadeira'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4_XyxInSrI/AAAAAAAAAVg/EN7M1VhSet0/s72-c/familia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-220848354455486018</id><published>2010-03-03T17:10:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-03-04T16:06:16.834Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>CCDRC</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S46de5Rq7iI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XmMugE8C-aY/s1600-h/ambiente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444462153634082338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 116px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S46de5Rq7iI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XmMugE8C-aY/s400/ambiente.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No outro dia tive de ir tratar de uns assuntos a uma dependência do Ministério do Ambiente. Eis algumas palavras para vos tentar retratar aquilo que se afigurava aos meus olhos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mulheres a passar vagarosamente de mãos debaixo dos braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Homens a arrastarem-se com o jornal na mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um simpático senhor cuja função é levar os recados dos utentes que chegam à funcionária [deve ser importante, pois não se mostra...É a estrela lá do sítio]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Esta funcionária perante o processo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;gugurula&lt;/span&gt; questões em voz alta. Eu, a tentar ser prestável, respondia mesmo quando estas questões não me eram dirigidas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uma outra funcionária, foi buscar os registos, patentes em papeis de cartão quadrados, a um móvel de lata com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;gavetinhas&lt;/span&gt; à medida do tamanho do papel. Acho que a função desta funcionária era apenas a de ir buscar os papéis, pedidos pela &lt;em&gt;estrela&lt;/em&gt;, aos arquivos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Faltavam-me documentos, f***-**faltam sempre documentos. "Dá para enviar a documentação restante por email?" , "Não, não dá´. Tem que cá vir às nossas instalações"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Questões da minha parte. A &lt;em&gt;estrela&lt;/em&gt; não sabe responder. Chama outro funcionário para o palco. Este sim, ajudou-me e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;esclareceu&lt;/span&gt;-me. Não pode ser tudo mau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Se não estivesse no Centro de Leiria, diria que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;estávamos&lt;/span&gt; no recanto mais profundo de Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Aposto que todos eles ganham bem mais que eu...&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/7551882867800047215-220848354455486018?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/220848354455486018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=220848354455486018' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/220848354455486018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/220848354455486018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/ccdrc.html' title='CCDRC'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S46de5Rq7iI/AAAAAAAAAVY/XmMugE8C-aY/s72-c/ambiente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8588492548777446547</id><published>2010-03-01T23:59:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-03T17:06:38.942Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Amo-te Teresa, o telefilme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4xXeaIgPlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rD822DqFORI/s1600-h/amo-te+teresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443822229506768466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4xXeaIgPlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rD822DqFORI/s400/amo-te+teresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando fui surpreendida com o Diogo Morgado no anúncio da &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zon&lt;/span&gt;, não deixei de recuar uns anos e recordar o primeiro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tele filme&lt;/span&gt; da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sic&lt;/span&gt;, onde este era a personagem principal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não. Não foi o fantástico desempenho dele e da Ana Padrão no WC familiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O que me veio à memória foi o anúncio do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tele filme&lt;/span&gt;, que passava repetidas vezes, em que a Mª João Abreu repetia "&lt;em&gt;P***, andas a desencaminhar o meu filho!" &lt;/em&gt;e o meu sobrinho [actualmente um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;&lt;em&gt;chavalo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; com os primeiros &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;indícios&lt;/span&gt; de bigode que já não me passa &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cunfia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;] perguntava sempre "&lt;em&gt;o quê que foi que ela disse?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Há quanto tempo é que foi mesmo isto? Sim... já lá vão uns &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;anos&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-8588492548777446547?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8588492548777446547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8588492548777446547' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8588492548777446547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8588492548777446547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2010/03/amo-te-teresa-o-telefilme.html' title='Amo-te Teresa, o telefilme'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4xXeaIgPlI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/rD822DqFORI/s72-c/amo-te+teresa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8935296971656986523</id><published>2010-02-20T15:14:00.007Z</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:15:24.081Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedras Soltas'/><title type='text'>Não dês o Peixe,  Ensina antes a Pescar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S3_-3QbZ6UI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZPXBQiiUZfo/s1600-h/PrÃ&amp;shy;ncipe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440347100143020354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S3_-3QbZ6UI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZPXBQiiUZfo/s400/Pr%25C3%25ADncipe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem foi uma Assembleia Geral da minha querida associação Pedras Soltas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já passei a pasta aos mais novos, e fiquei feliz por ver como ficaram animados e, ao &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;mesm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4AJxNxfiwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/6yX4mI3PqWg/s1600-h/pedras+soltas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440359090979048194" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4AJxNxfiwI/AAAAAAAAAVI/6yX4mI3PqWg/s400/pedras+soltas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o tempo, ansiosos com o peso da responsabilidade... Já têm o valor de uma "marca" a defender!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fomos ver a casa nova que nos foi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;atribuída&lt;/span&gt;, que tem de ser recuperada, limpa e arrumada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4AJlJ02ZvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rg_BO3zlfZ4/s1600-h/jovens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440358883760957170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S4AJlJ02ZvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/rg_BO3zlfZ4/s400/jovens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;JUVENTUDE: a bola agora está no Vosso campo! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por favor não a deixem cair..&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7551882867800047215-8935296971656986523?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8935296971656986523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8935296971656986523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8935296971656986523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8935296971656986523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2010/02/nao-des-o-peixe-ensina-antes-pescar.html' title='Não dês o Peixe,  Ensina antes a Pescar!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/S3_-3QbZ6UI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ZPXBQiiUZfo/s72-c/Pr%25C3%25ADncipe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2241724379656650727</id><published>2009-12-18T13:33:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:36:43.485Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Energia, muita Energia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c9E0JXZfE9Y"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416568996155717858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SyuEzcVBeOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ftt-W0H0sQc/s400/hush+hush.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; C&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;lica na imagem para ouvires...&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/7551882867800047215-2241724379656650727?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2241724379656650727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2241724379656650727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2241724379656650727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2241724379656650727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/energia-muita-energia.html' title='Energia, muita Energia!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SyuEzcVBeOI/AAAAAAAAAUY/Ftt-W0H0sQc/s72-c/hush+hush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2270453281429107552</id><published>2009-12-13T13:34:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:45:17.984Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>VIVA 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SyTtihGAqzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xJCGrEoChkg/s1600-h/passagem+de+ano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414713829261093682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 122px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SyTtihGAqzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xJCGrEoChkg/s400/passagem+de+ano.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho andado tão ocupada que nem tenho tido tempo de escrever as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;baboseiras&lt;/span&gt; do costume por estes lados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Se há pessoa que está a fazer a contagem decrescente para a chegada do novo ano, sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Talvez vá ter um pouco de calma. Talvez consiga estar em casa algum tempo acordada, que agora só lá vou dormir, escassas horas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Já agora, também me está a fazer falta um daqueles momentos em que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;álcool&lt;/span&gt;  circula nas veias e nos irriga o cérebro... Momentos daqueles que são muito propicios nas passagens de ano...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vá lá 2010, não demores!&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/7551882867800047215-2270453281429107552?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2270453281429107552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2270453281429107552' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2270453281429107552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2270453281429107552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/viva-2010.html' title='VIVA 2010!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SyTtihGAqzI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xJCGrEoChkg/s72-c/passagem+de+ano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-625932403982989113</id><published>2009-11-10T14:17:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-11-10T14:31:13.984Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Os estilos sociais - Os EMO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Svl4zX1swrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fuN12Lelljc/s1600-h/emo+family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402482051975529138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 316px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Svl4zX1swrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fuN12Lelljc/s400/emo+family.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os EMO, &lt;em&gt;emotional&lt;/em&gt;, e um estilo social de ser e de aparecer. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Svl4SrXOpbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/S7My34Kwffw/s1600-h/emo+simpson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402481490280752562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Svl4SrXOpbI/AAAAAAAAAT8/S7My34Kwffw/s400/emo+simpson.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nao sabia que esta forma de vestir tinha um nome. Ja inventam nomes para tudo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Agora tambem fiquei deprimida, como os &lt;em&gt;emo&lt;/em&gt;, pois o meu estilo ainda nao tem nome!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Svl39iUcOZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MAfjfE3E2F0/s1600-h/emo+homer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402481127075887506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Svl39iUcOZI/AAAAAAAAAT0/MAfjfE3E2F0/s400/emo+homer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ai, ai, ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/7551882867800047215-625932403982989113?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/625932403982989113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=625932403982989113' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/625932403982989113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/625932403982989113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/os-estilos-sociais-os-emo.html' title='Os estilos sociais - Os EMO'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Svl4zX1swrI/AAAAAAAAAUE/fuN12Lelljc/s72-c/emo+family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2296492345001697250</id><published>2009-10-31T23:06:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T23:14:50.825Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>O Começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SuzDKIEqF8I/AAAAAAAAATc/yyyfnIQ5qNo/s1600-h/recomeco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SuzDKIEqF8I/AAAAAAAAATc/yyyfnIQ5qNo/s400/recomeco.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398904632043509698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Todo o começo é involuntário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Deus é o agente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;O herói a si assiste, vário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;E inconsciente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;À espada em tuas mãos achada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Teu olhar desce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"Que farei eu com esta espada?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ergueste-a, e fez-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;In: Mensagem de Fernando Pessoa&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/7551882867800047215-2296492345001697250?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2296492345001697250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2296492345001697250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2296492345001697250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2296492345001697250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/comeco.html' title='O Começo'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SuzDKIEqF8I/AAAAAAAAATc/yyyfnIQ5qNo/s72-c/recomeco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2014136141658080857</id><published>2009-10-20T14:01:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:03:49.784+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Dias de Chuva</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estava a ver que terminava as férias e não me gozava de uma manhã na cama a ronronar e a a ouvir a chuva lá fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/St21GEsmCsI/AAAAAAAAATU/OZN-iQIRvkA/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/St21GEsmCsI/AAAAAAAAATU/OZN-iQIRvkA/s400/chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394667044604349122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já tinha saudades destes dias de Inverno&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-2014136141658080857?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2014136141658080857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2014136141658080857' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2014136141658080857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2014136141658080857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/dias-de-chuva.html' title='Dias de Chuva'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/St21GEsmCsI/AAAAAAAAATU/OZN-iQIRvkA/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5981243146376515339</id><published>2009-10-12T23:00:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T23:12:21.602+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>Justiça Feita!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/StOnrK47ICI/AAAAAAAAATM/4lU-IcYjnAw/s1600-h/justi%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 347px; height: 332px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/StOnrK47ICI/AAAAAAAAATM/4lU-IcYjnAw/s400/justi%C3%A7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391837538991939618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O povo fez  justiça com base na razão, n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;a verdade e n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;o direito. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O povo fez bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-5981243146376515339?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5981243146376515339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5981243146376515339' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5981243146376515339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5981243146376515339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/justica-feita.html' title='Justiça Feita!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/StOnrK47ICI/AAAAAAAAATM/4lU-IcYjnAw/s72-c/justi%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1624396865578849103</id><published>2009-10-09T17:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T17:36:47.057+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>Vota Independentes Por São Bento 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Ss9mZxx1a5I/AAAAAAAAATE/-HgSj0CCKL0/s1600-h/Folheto+Final1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390639872030894994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Ss9mZxx1a5I/AAAAAAAAATE/-HgSj0CCKL0/s400/Folheto+Final1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Ss9mVdXjfeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sRvV5a0zGec/s1600-h/Folheto+Final2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390639797832482274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 285px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Ss9mVdXjfeI/AAAAAAAAAS8/sRvV5a0zGec/s400/Folheto+Final2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-1624396865578849103?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1624396865578849103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1624396865578849103' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1624396865578849103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1624396865578849103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/vota-independentes-por-sao-bento-2009.html' title='Vota Independentes Por São Bento 2009'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Ss9mZxx1a5I/AAAAAAAAATE/-HgSj0CCKL0/s72-c/Folheto+Final1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-7630698306985390167</id><published>2009-10-06T15:38:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T20:40:14.319+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Cenas de uma campanha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SstaIwCqiYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GMtMP4o9abg/s1600-h/logo-autarquicas.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389500485460461954" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 207px; height: 163px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SstaIwCqiYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GMtMP4o9abg/s400/logo-autarquicas.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nesta campanha já conseguimos ver de tudo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lágrimas furtivas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tentativas de apropriação de bandeiras de campanha, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sem sucesso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Imitações infelizes da metodologia de campanha, &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(infelizes e tristes)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Boicote de actividades eleitorais, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(sem sucesso)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gritos histéricos e desesperados de legitima propriedade sobre todo e qualquer bem patrimonial da freguesia, seja ele móvel ou imóvel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já houve de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Espero que o futuro nos poupe à assistência de cenas tão deprimentes como estas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ter mais e melhor depende de cada um de nós!&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/7551882867800047215-7630698306985390167?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7630698306985390167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=7630698306985390167' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7630698306985390167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7630698306985390167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/10/cenas-de-uma-campanha.html' title='Cenas de uma campanha...'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SstaIwCqiYI/AAAAAAAAAS0/GMtMP4o9abg/s72-c/logo-autarquicas.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5246720691341100912</id><published>2009-09-29T15:58:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T16:02:25.118+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Olheiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SsIhNNBPpCI/AAAAAAAAASk/ChY6UYjj2CU/s1600-h/olheira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386904615005430818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SsIhNNBPpCI/AAAAAAAAASk/ChY6UYjj2CU/s400/olheira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este é o meu aspecto neste momento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só é pena é não estar de pijaminha e roupão, após um banho revitalizante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fora isso é igualzinho!&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/7551882867800047215-5246720691341100912?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5246720691341100912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5246720691341100912' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5246720691341100912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5246720691341100912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/olheiras.html' title='Olheiras'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SsIhNNBPpCI/AAAAAAAAASk/ChY6UYjj2CU/s72-c/olheira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1460239745479272291</id><published>2009-09-27T11:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T11:31:57.333+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Votar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;É um direito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;É uma obrigação!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sr8-bhKCb8I/AAAAAAAAASU/EDDsftcvgFQ/s1600-h/09.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386092321836265410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 390px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sr8-bhKCb8I/AAAAAAAAASU/EDDsftcvgFQ/s400/09.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-1460239745479272291?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1460239745479272291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1460239745479272291' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1460239745479272291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1460239745479272291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/votar.html' title='Votar'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sr8-bhKCb8I/AAAAAAAAASU/EDDsftcvgFQ/s72-c/09.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8383164741569359549</id><published>2009-09-16T10:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:12:23.695+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>XXVII</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O mesmo quer dizer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SrCrwTDeyQI/AAAAAAAAASM/GloVE7CYQyo/s1600-h/27.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381990400944687362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SrCrwTDeyQI/AAAAAAAAASM/GloVE7CYQyo/s400/27.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-8383164741569359549?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8383164741569359549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8383164741569359549' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8383164741569359549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8383164741569359549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/xxvii.html' title='XXVII'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SrCrwTDeyQI/AAAAAAAAASM/GloVE7CYQyo/s72-c/27.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8605813092050455918</id><published>2009-09-11T15:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:15:59.334+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Ansiedade</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380223525319995506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sqpkymbl8HI/AAAAAAAAASE/Wc7nuiNn4-k/s400/ansiedade.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não tenho net em casa. Mais uma vez... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pen pifou e estão no jogo do empurra, a suposta assistência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sem net não sou a mesma....AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vou ficar com as minhas cenas atrasadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;#$%&amp;amp;####$$$%&amp;amp;%$/56 uuuugrrrr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-8605813092050455918?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8605813092050455918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8605813092050455918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8605813092050455918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8605813092050455918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/ansiedade.html' title='Ansiedade'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sqpkymbl8HI/AAAAAAAAASE/Wc7nuiNn4-k/s72-c/ansiedade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-3348710759038770897</id><published>2009-09-08T17:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T17:33:05.250+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Desejo para 27º aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SqaHJDgFzKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EX3h43G5854/s1600-h/formentera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379135394569112738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SqaHJDgFzKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EX3h43G5854/s400/formentera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ir a Formentera e, entre outras coisas, fazer nudismo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alguém me ajuda, com uns trocos a fundo perdido, a cumprir este desejo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/7551882867800047215-3348710759038770897?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3348710759038770897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=3348710759038770897' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3348710759038770897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3348710759038770897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/desejo-para-27-aniversario.html' title='Desejo para 27º aniversário'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SqaHJDgFzKI/AAAAAAAAAR8/EX3h43G5854/s72-c/formentera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1785331103130758217</id><published>2009-09-05T15:15:00.019+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T16:47:23.892+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>D. Pedro I  "O Rabeta"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Li o livro &lt;em&gt;Amantes dos Reis de Portugal&lt;/em&gt; (ed. Esfera dos Livros), agora publicado. A saber, Paula Lourenço, Ana Cristina Pereira e Joana Troni – investigadoras em História, colocam a verdade a descoberto: todas as amantes documentadas dos reis de Portugal (mulheres e homens). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, porque os sentimentos dos reis também não escolhem o género, idade, ou qualquer outro factor...tal como qualquer outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; comum dos mortais!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378003198656249170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 95px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SqKBalDR_VI/AAAAAAAAARs/tTTuvngQZB8/s400/d.pedro+I.jpg" border="0" /&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="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem não conhece a mais bela história de amor entre D. Pedro e Dona Inês de Castro. Um amor platónico! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eis a verdade mais crua sobre D. Pedro I (1320-1367), &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;de cognome o Cruel:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“Terá tido, durante a sua juventude, um relacionamento com o escudeiro Afonso Madeira, ao qual, diz-se, amava mais do que se devia dizer”. Mandou castrar o escudeiro, com quem manteve um relacionamento, por ciúmes. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Podemos concluir que para o mandar castrar... era porque...&lt;em&gt;ui! H&lt;/em&gt;i!Hi!Hi!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mais casos, menos mediáticos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D. João VI&lt;/strong&gt; (1767-1826), homem só e depressivo, que terá tido mantido relações íntimas com o camareiro Francisco Lobato. C&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;orrespondia-se com o seu camareiro, tratando-o por “meu amor” e “meu Francisco”. Mais tarde, promoveu-o a barão e a visconde de Vila Nova da Rainha.&lt;/span&gt; “Uma das funções de Lobato era masturbar o rei com certa regularidade”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377995133169694258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SqJ6FGxb9jI/AAAAAAAAARU/p-Jxq7zMkck/s400/d.joaovi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A rainha D. Amélia&lt;/strong&gt; (1865-1951), que teve relações lésbicas com Josefa de Sandoval, condessa de Figueiró. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378007970280913794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SqKFwUvQO4I/AAAAAAAAAR0/RaMSF0NPp3o/s400/d.amelia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D. Sebastião&lt;/strong&gt; (1554-1578), que fugia das mulheres: “Desviava os olhos quando com elas se cruzava e, se alguma dama o servia, de tudo fazia para não lhe tocar”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377995144057530402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 87px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SqJ6FvVTKCI/AAAAAAAAARk/U4suxkQiHfg/s400/d.sebastiao.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabemos que foram relações homosexuais episódicas, mas não deixam de ser interessantes!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-1785331103130758217?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1785331103130758217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1785331103130758217' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1785331103130758217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1785331103130758217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/d-pedro-i-o-rabeta.html' title='D. Pedro I  &quot;O Rabeta&quot;'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SqKBalDR_VI/AAAAAAAAARs/tTTuvngQZB8/s72-c/d.pedro+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-3720119925699005594</id><published>2009-09-01T13:10:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T15:10:02.109+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Tulicreme</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu ainda sou do tempo em que as embalagens de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tulicreme&lt;/span&gt; eram assim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376470914888527554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 141px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sp0Pz7MmbsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/egeQ6h7tNlk/s400/tulicreme...JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho uma particularidade rara: normalmente como muito do mesmo e depois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;enjoo&lt;/span&gt; as coisas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tem-me valido o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tulicreme&lt;/span&gt; para superar esses &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;períodos&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;desintoxicação&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o único alimento que posso dizer que nunca me fartei de comer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho uma curiosidade: Quantas embalagens é que eu já consumi desde o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;inicio&lt;/span&gt; da minha vida? Gostava mesmo de saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha mãe diz que um camião &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;TIR&lt;/span&gt; não chegava para guardar as embalagens todas consumidas por nós os três (filhos).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376471262845016914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 143px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sp0QILb5G1I/AAAAAAAAARE/ZGCkmEWQeXU/s400/n_tulicreme.jpg" border="0" /&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/7551882867800047215-3720119925699005594?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3720119925699005594/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=3720119925699005594' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3720119925699005594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3720119925699005594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/09/tulicreme.html' title='Tulicreme'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sp0Pz7MmbsI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/egeQ6h7tNlk/s72-c/tulicreme...JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6811172408584722143</id><published>2009-08-29T13:33:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:09:59.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>A Igreja</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de assistir a mais um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vídeo&lt;/span&gt; sobre os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Reis&lt;/span&gt; de Portugal ficou cristalizado na minha mente o oportunismo da igreja em relação aos medos do Ser Humano.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375368406895412514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SpklFg3bxSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fuh67-dGXx4/s320/afonsoIV.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Reinava D. Afonso IV,1325 - 1357, e a epidemia de Peste Negra varria Portugal com a morte. Perante isto havia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;famílias&lt;/span&gt; inteiras que deixavam de existir indo os seus bens para familiares improváveis, ficando estes possuidores de pequenas riquezas para as quais não estavam, muitas vezes, preparados para as receber. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eis que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;intervem&lt;/span&gt; a igreja: Todos têm que fazer um testamento sob pena de excomunhão. Sobre esse testamento &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;recaem&lt;/span&gt; impostos que revertiam, claro está, a favor da igreja. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não sei como se qualifica esta &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;actitude&lt;/span&gt; mas de piedosa tem pouco, mote da nossa igreja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas, o medo do que iriam encontrar após a morte era maior e a tudo se submetiam. Não raras as vezes até os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Reis,&lt;/span&gt; que em vida lutavam contra os excessos da igreja, no leito da morte cediam a tudo com pavor ao que fossem encontrar do outro lado da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375368703430374642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 119px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SpklWxi4NPI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/5Fr4kbaooHk/s320/igreja.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O primeiro grupo de pessoas que observou este temor ao desconhecido e se conseguiu aproveitar dele foi sem dúvida muito inteligente. Enquanto os outros trabalhavam a terra, eles usavam o tempo para organizar os seus discursos carregados de represálias para todos os que tivessem comportamentos desviantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&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/7551882867800047215-6811172408584722143?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6811172408584722143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6811172408584722143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6811172408584722143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6811172408584722143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/igreja.html' title='A Igreja'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SpklFg3bxSI/AAAAAAAAAQs/fuh67-dGXx4/s72-c/afonsoIV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-183722213696753412</id><published>2009-08-27T22:03:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:27:53.913+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Pulp Fiction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vale a pena ver até pela banda sonora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z574WRiIlug&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-183722213696753412?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/183722213696753412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=183722213696753412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/183722213696753412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/183722213696753412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/pulp-ficyion.html' title='Pulp Fiction'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6167483322401311260</id><published>2009-08-21T17:14:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T17:31:56.438+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Adoro Viajar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque eu adoro viajar, j&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;á planeei as férias para o próximo ano. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A EasyJet é nossa amiga e já fiz um orçamento da viagem sem alojamento 145€, nada mau...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Então vai ser:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Lisboa (LIS) - Paris (CDG)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453112551756994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 126px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/So7JpDIW1MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/eMAyywfzF2s/s320/paris.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Paris (ORY) - Toulouse (TOU)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372454710874534082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 94px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/So7LGFWM8MI/AAAAAAAAAQg/crtq1Z0ryCY/s320/toulouse.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toulouse (TOU) - Madrid (MAD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372453716304339842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/So7KMMSMI4I/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Y4g5ndmDCH0/s320/madrid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Madrid (MAD) - Lisboa (LIS)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372454438783926962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 171px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/So7K2PuvwrI/AAAAAAAAAQY/S3YiZ2cBv0k/s320/lisboa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai, ai, é bom estar vivo para podermos conhecer e aprender sempre mais e mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-6167483322401311260?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6167483322401311260/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6167483322401311260' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6167483322401311260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6167483322401311260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/adoro-viajar.html' title='Adoro Viajar!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/So7JpDIW1MI/AAAAAAAAAQA/eMAyywfzF2s/s72-c/paris.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-7092472979471316777</id><published>2009-08-19T15:03:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T16:38:06.350+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Barlavento e Sotavento Algarvio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Praia de Odeceixe:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowHzB4C_cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MunXzo1AQ-s/s1600-h/algarve09+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371677028804394434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowHzB4C_cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MunXzo1AQ-s/s320/algarve09+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Carrapateira:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371678711659885042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowJU_AD8fI/AAAAAAAAAO4/fkv8Z2JXQtk/s320/algarve09+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Serra de Monchique, a caminho da Fóia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371681088686392722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowLfWHWBZI/AAAAAAAAAPA/Lp3ZbmQSVZM/s320/algarve09+082.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Silves:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371684224288518242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowOV3JJcGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/UtNMhXtY--w/s320/algarve09+114.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cabo de São Vicente:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371687709276478850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowRgtvBnYI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/6AeIqHUrVgk/s320/algarve09+143.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grutas de Lagos:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371689569088430290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowTM-Ev4NI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hrklOaS9aSA/s320/algarve09+192.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tavira:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371691371910107618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowU16G7keI/AAAAAAAAAPg/MhIt5QhtJ2g/s320/algarve09+309.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vila Real de Santo António:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371693979001004770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowXNqR1ouI/AAAAAAAAAPo/4ChxJI3-zRw/s320/algarve09+335.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Alcoutim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371696180290157778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowZNyuEfNI/AAAAAAAAAPw/cmajy9z9K4c/s320/algarve09+372.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Mértola:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371698099991812306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sowa9iKnGNI/AAAAAAAAAP4/H7m-96UHYTY/s320/algarve09+387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-7092472979471316777?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7092472979471316777/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=7092472979471316777' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7092472979471316777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7092472979471316777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/08/barlavento-e-sotavento-algarvio.html' title='Barlavento e Sotavento Algarvio'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SowHzB4C_cI/AAAAAAAAAOw/MunXzo1AQ-s/s72-c/algarve09+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-7634031618397802582</id><published>2009-07-09T10:47:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T10:57:43.404+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias'/><title type='text'>Macgyver</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SlW-0ZvKs0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/FPnASxrwGfQ/s1600-h/macgyver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356397139298267970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SlW-0ZvKs0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/FPnASxrwGfQ/s320/macgyver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A professora da 3ª classe à segunda-feira de manhã na escola:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Viram o Macgyver este fim-de-semana?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Respondía-mos em uníssono:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Siiiiiiiiimmm!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;-Então façam uma composição sobre o episódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Passados umas semanas começamos a aprender a lição: às segundas-feiras havia sempre um de nós que não tinha assistido ao Macgyver, logo não podíamos fazer a composição. EH, Eh. Eh!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-7634031618397802582?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7634031618397802582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=7634031618397802582' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7634031618397802582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7634031618397802582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/macgyver.html' title='Macgyver'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SlW-0ZvKs0I/AAAAAAAAAOo/FPnASxrwGfQ/s72-c/macgyver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1593611637746037936</id><published>2009-07-02T17:13:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T17:47:27.482+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><title type='text'>Inauguração Cibática do AP</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentia-me na obrigação de mostrar o meu ninho, o meu lar, aos meus queridos colegas de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foram eles que durante este tempo ouviram as minhas hesitações e lamentações, e acompanharam o processo de namoro, compra, arranjos, decoração e mudança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Tal como prometido haviam jolas e caracóis para petiscar. Devido ao elevado número de pessoas que não gostam da iguaria tive que fazer um paté para acompanhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Depois do aperitivo, seguimos para as tascas para jantar. Foi na tasquinha da Cabeça Veada e só nos conseguimos sentar já eram quase 23h...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353897384057103682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkzdTfyd5UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0xHPL8nh7JE/s400/cib%C3%A1ticos3.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem 1: Parte do grupo cibático à civil + apêndices&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Skzd5EmUKWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8S6HrckUo8Q/s1600-h/wedding+photo+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353898029593405794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Skzd5EmUKWI/AAAAAAAAAOg/8S6HrckUo8Q/s320/wedding+photo+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem 2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;As poses típicas das noivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No final tivemos tempo de avacalhar um bocado, já estavamos com o grau e tudo é permitido nesse estado! &lt;a href="http://guarda-fados-e-vestidos.blogspot.com/2009/07/noite-feliz-noite-de-o-pas.html"&gt;Como é obvio tiraram muitas pics para comprovar&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Beijocas a todos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/7551882867800047215-1593611637746037936?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1593611637746037936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1593611637746037936' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1593611637746037936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1593611637746037936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/07/inauguracao-cibatica-do-ap.html' title='Inauguração Cibática do AP'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkzdTfyd5UI/AAAAAAAAAOY/0xHPL8nh7JE/s72-c/cib%C3%A1ticos3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2863412191454185605</id><published>2009-06-24T16:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T17:00:51.448+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>50 Coisas a Fazer Antes de Morrer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkJMEFhIvoI/AAAAAAAAAOA/6DwX2qVTZ4s/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;1-Aprender a nadar &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkJMVS9n5rI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Op0ewOmO6_8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350923236020840114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkJMVS9n5rI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Op0ewOmO6_8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-Fazer um test drive num ferrari&lt;br /&gt;3-Tomar um banho à luz de velas com alguém&lt;br /&gt;4-Bungee jumped&lt;br /&gt;5-Visitar todas as capitais europeias&lt;br /&gt;6-Ficar acordado a noite inteira e ver o nascer do sol&lt;br /&gt;7-Dormir sob as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;8-Fazer um passeio num balão de ar quente&lt;br /&gt;9-Ficar bêbedo com champanhe&lt;br /&gt;10-Fazer uma luta de comida&lt;br /&gt;11-Gritar tão alto quanto se possa&lt;br /&gt;12-Falar com sotaque por um dia inteiro&lt;br /&gt;13-Conhecer todos os recantos do meu país&lt;br /&gt;14-Dançar com um estranho num país estrangeiro&lt;br /&gt;15-Andar de mochila às costas pela Europa&lt;br /&gt;16-Fazer escalada&lt;br /&gt;17-Fazer paraquedismo&lt;br /&gt;18-Fingir que se é um super-herói &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkJMVS9n5rI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Op0ewOmO6_8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19-Preguiçar na cama o dia todo&lt;br /&gt;20-Fazer mergulho&lt;br /&gt;21-Brincar na lama&lt;br /&gt;22-Começar um negócio&lt;br /&gt;23-Visitar locais ancestrais&lt;br /&gt;24-Fazer uma arte marcial&lt;br /&gt;25-Casar&lt;br /&gt;26-Entrar num filme&lt;br /&gt;27-Ser penetra numa festa&lt;br /&gt;28-Ficar sem comer 5 dias&lt;br /&gt;29-Fazer uma tatuagem&lt;br /&gt;30-Estar num programa de televisão como especialista&lt;br /&gt;31-Estar numa zona de guerra &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkJNU-Qw7dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PR5uqdZenac/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350924329975606738" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkJNU-Qw7dI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/PR5uqdZenac/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32-Fazer um cruzeiro&lt;br /&gt;33-Fazer um passeio exótico de bicicleta num país estrangeiro&lt;br /&gt;34-Mudar de cidade simplesmente para começar de novo&lt;br /&gt;35-Cantar bem alto no carro&lt;br /&gt;36-Pilotar um avião&lt;br /&gt;37-Ganhar dinheiro num concurso televisivo&lt;br /&gt;38-Fazer um safari fotográfico em Africa&lt;br /&gt;39-Fazer um piercing&lt;br /&gt;40-Descer ao fundo do Grand Canyon&lt;br /&gt;41-Dormir mais de 38 horas seguidas&lt;br /&gt;42-Visitar mais países estrangeiros do que províncias no teu país&lt;br /&gt;43-Visitar todos os continentes&lt;br /&gt;44-Voltar à escola&lt;br /&gt;45-Fazer parapente&lt;br /&gt;46-Ler a Ilíada e a Odisseia&lt;br /&gt;47-Comunicar com uma pessoa sem partilharem um língua comum&lt;br /&gt;48-Rapar a cabeça&lt;br /&gt;49-Salvar a vida de alguém&lt;br /&gt;50-Digam-me vocês&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-2863412191454185605?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2863412191454185605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2863412191454185605' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2863412191454185605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2863412191454185605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/50-coisas-fazer-antes-de-morrer.html' title='50 Coisas a Fazer Antes de Morrer'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SkJMVS9n5rI/AAAAAAAAAOI/Op0ewOmO6_8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5971143417759456798</id><published>2009-06-21T17:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:51:38.717+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>Noites Quentes de Verão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sj5kSxmoOdI/AAAAAAAAANo/FJDEuB3OX1k/s1600-h/123456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349823681078507986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 453px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sj5kSxmoOdI/AAAAAAAAANo/FJDEuB3OX1k/s400/123456.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-5971143417759456798?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5971143417759456798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5971143417759456798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5971143417759456798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5971143417759456798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/noites-quentes-de-verao.html' title='Noites Quentes de Verão'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sj5kSxmoOdI/AAAAAAAAANo/FJDEuB3OX1k/s72-c/123456.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-926922956659980159</id><published>2009-06-20T14:19:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T17:51:26.195+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Imagens'/><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjziERUcg5I/AAAAAAAAANg/Z0Ln2Y_zL7A/s1600-h/no_no_no_nonooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349399020405818258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 316px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjziERUcg5I/AAAAAAAAANg/Z0Ln2Y_zL7A/s400/no_no_no_nonooooo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-926922956659980159?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/926922956659980159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=926922956659980159' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/926922956659980159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/926922956659980159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post_20.html' title='...'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjziERUcg5I/AAAAAAAAANg/Z0Ln2Y_zL7A/s72-c/no_no_no_nonooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-3488696444339946346</id><published>2009-06-18T15:51:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:11:01.057+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>As marchas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjpXXV0NWVI/AAAAAAAAANY/2Hxf281tdIA/s1600-h/marchas_populares.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348683565960616274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjpXXV0NWVI/AAAAAAAAANY/2Hxf281tdIA/s400/marchas_populares.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E este ano a nossa marcha fala sobre a forma de vida do nosso bairro. A letra é de Zé Manel, a música é do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tó&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jó&lt;/span&gt; e a coreografia da Josefina.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acho piada às marchas. Gosto do empenho, do bairrismo, do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;espírito&lt;/span&gt; de união, da vontade de partilhar a alegria e de exaltar a adoração à terra onde vivem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Só tenho pena de normalmente não perceber um caraças das letras. Não que elas sejam difíceis, mas porque ninguém se entende no meio de tantos gritos, na &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ânsia&lt;/span&gt; de se fazerem ouvir no recanto mais distante da rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vi as primeiras marchas de Lisboa através da televisão.Da primeira marcha, mais uma vez, não entendi nada. Deviam estar a cantar qualquer coisa relacionado com Lisboa, dizem que sim... Na segunda marcha já fiz alguns progressos. Consegui repetir o refrão "Zás, trás, pás"...profundo e eloquente, dizem que sim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Não fiquei a ver mais tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Fim da reflexão!&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/7551882867800047215-3488696444339946346?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3488696444339946346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=3488696444339946346' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3488696444339946346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3488696444339946346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-marchas.html' title='As marchas'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjpXXV0NWVI/AAAAAAAAANY/2Hxf281tdIA/s72-c/marchas_populares.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2157541752789952880</id><published>2009-06-15T23:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:26:57.505+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>I-di-o-ta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjbKgRWlJiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/odWJc9Hc1q4/s1600-h/sbento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 126px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjbKgRWlJiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/odWJc9Hc1q4/s400/sbento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347684263311779362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olhem, olhem...sobre o vídeo que acabei de ver sobre a Freguesia de São Bento, só tenho quatro palavras a dizer sobre a personagem principal: I-DI-O-TA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Louvo a paciência da jornalista que esteve não sei que tempo a segurar o micro e a assentir com a cabeça para não adormecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostei em particular da primeira parte onde o protagonista tenta imitar aquela rábula da rádio comercial que repetia muitas vezes "humidade" utilizando a palavra "água".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É um humor muito refinado, para lá do britânico!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora vejam e, se tiverem paciência, ouçam também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.zonatv.org/index.php?option=com_seyret&amp;amp;task=videodirectlink&amp;amp;id=159,"&gt;www.zonatv.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É demais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-2157541752789952880?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2157541752789952880/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2157541752789952880' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2157541752789952880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2157541752789952880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-di-o-ta.html' title='I-di-o-ta'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SjbKgRWlJiI/AAAAAAAAANQ/odWJc9Hc1q4/s72-c/sbento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-999242236004055850</id><published>2009-06-06T18:12:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T16:21:24.418+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Red Nude on Black by Vânia Frazão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Siqjjo4NaOI/AAAAAAAAANI/7GdVioa3pIs/s1600-h/rednudeonblack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344263740492441826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 359px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Siqjjo4NaOI/AAAAAAAAANI/7GdVioa3pIs/s400/rednudeonblack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afinal este é o quadro que vai ficar na cabeceira da minha cama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Graças à Vânia &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Frazão&lt;/span&gt; tenho uma réplica da Martina Shapiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada!&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/7551882867800047215-999242236004055850?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/999242236004055850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=999242236004055850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/999242236004055850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/999242236004055850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title='Red Nude on Black by Vânia Frazão'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Siqjjo4NaOI/AAAAAAAAANI/7GdVioa3pIs/s72-c/rednudeonblack.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-3570133365481611783</id><published>2009-06-05T22:50:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:04:09.074+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Já Nasceu!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já nasceu o meu sobrinho bastardo, o Samuel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SimVEtNPwBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oCZGqrOF31g/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 185px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SimVEtNPwBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oCZGqrOF31g/s400/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343966340938973202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nasceu dia 5 de Junho, no Hospital das Caldas da Rainha, mas é penicheiro de gema com sotaque francês, com quase 3kg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O parto foi normal, claro...como disse a outra tia, a Fafá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A avaliar pelos pais o bebé deverá ter-se apresentado ao mundo terreno mais ou menos nesta figura:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SimV77kgzvI/AAAAAAAAANA/WoK1Pgil92o/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 173px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SimV77kgzvI/AAAAAAAAANA/WoK1Pgil92o/s400/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343967289687461618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Felicidades para os 3 mosqueteiros e muita saúde e sorte para o pequeno Samuel, Samukas para a tia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-3570133365481611783?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3570133365481611783/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=3570133365481611783' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3570133365481611783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3570133365481611783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/ja-nasceu.html' title='Já Nasceu!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SimVEtNPwBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/oCZGqrOF31g/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-783545162746877171</id><published>2009-06-04T11:15:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T12:32:39.872+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedras Soltas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><title type='text'>Fim-de-Semana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui vai mais um fim-de-semana agitadissímo, dos poucos que tenho livres lá está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No domingo, dia em que começa o fim-de-semana, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SieuK3LUcDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CZT09_mzbek/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343430984531734578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SieuK3LUcDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CZT09_mzbek/s400/images2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;começou com o passeio pedestre Algar do Ladoeiro, que mais um pouco e ficava por ver, uma vez que o guia inexperiente não o conseguia encontrar. Quando por fim já tinha desistido, lá encontra por acaso o Algar. Depois de tanto tempo de espera o que era a maior atracção acabou por não ter o interesse esperado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para consolar o estômago, chegamos ao clube e tínhamos uma fantástica sopa da pedra à nossa espera entre outras iguarias. Enquanto isso o pessoal tentava encontra um local mais soalheiro pra fazer o paintball parte II.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À noite fui rumo a Peniche matar as saudadinhas das amigas de longa data num jantar, claro está. No final comemos o maravilhoso bolo feito pelo Sérgio, e que bom que ele era...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia dedicado à comida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SieuHTzlOnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Hk1Zv0mU-Y8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343430923497323122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 109px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 118px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SieuHTzlOnI/AAAAAAAAAMI/Hk1Zv0mU-Y8/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Na segunda-feira foi a vez de irmos a Sintra. Mais uma excursão Cibática para visitarmos a Quinta da Regaleira e o Palácio Nacional de Sintra. Tínhamos previsto fazer um almoço maravilhoso e, tinhamos previsto também, ficarmos encantados com a magia da Quinta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta expectativa. O que acabamos por ver não foi o suficiente para a satisfazer. Mas o melhor de tudo foi a bela da sandes comida na cafetaria da quinta. Pela módica quantia de 6€ comemos uma bela sandocha de frango no típico pão de forma de Sintra [credo que margens de lucro brutais...glup :(]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Pálacio Nacional de Sintra fomos brindados pelo mau humor das funcionárias públicas que nos receberam. Não toleram um grupo de moçoilas belas e bem dispostas, invejosas... O Palácio é igualmente decepcionante...[ou será que a minha opinião destes locais foi altamente influênciada pela sandes de frango, ?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi a loucura... &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/7551882867800047215-783545162746877171?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/783545162746877171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=783545162746877171' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/783545162746877171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/783545162746877171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/06/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim-de-Semana'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SieuK3LUcDI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/CZT09_mzbek/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5177306020389786151</id><published>2009-05-25T23:08:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:17:42.625+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedras Soltas'/><title type='text'>Ilha do Pico - Açores</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reparei no outro dia nas semelhanças que existem no tipo de vivência e na forma de retirar o máximo partido da terra entre estes dois locais:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Planalto de São Bento- Serra D'aire e Candeeiros VS Ilha do Pico - Açores: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- Quando os primeiros povoadores chegaram ao local depararam-se com a ausência de solo arável, um deserto de pedra. Pedra, mais pedra, e muita pedra solta. [no Pico foram os navegadores, no Planalto de São Bento foram os frades degredados, primeiros colonos deste local]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A necessidade desperta nas populações locais o engenho e a capacidade de transformar a “pedra em pão” através de criatividade, trabalho árduo e muito esforço. [no Pico para construir os muros de pedra solta para servirem de abrigo às vinhas, no Planalto de São Bento como matéria-prima: calçada, rochas ornamentais]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Os quintais (currais na ilha do Pico) são uma extensa rede de muros erguidos com pedras existentes no local e empilhadas à mão. [no Planalto de São Bento para guardar o gado, no Pico para proteger as vinhas dos ventos]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Em ambos os locais plantavam figueiras para abrigarem as casas dos ventos e da humidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A natureza tem o seu cunho na imponência da paisagem. O Homem destaca-se através da extensa rede de muros que testemunham o seu esforço para estar em harmonia com a natureza, transformando a pedra, supostamente inútil, numa ferramenta de vida e no seu modo de sustento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já agora pode vir comprovar as diferenças já no próximo domingo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ShscS2Z8n5I/AAAAAAAAALo/mmU-hmsb-GI/s1600-h/tokandar_sbento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339892893345423250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 278px; cursor: pointer; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ShscS2Z8n5I/AAAAAAAAALo/mmU-hmsb-GI/s400/tokandar_sbento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-5177306020389786151?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5177306020389786151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5177306020389786151' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5177306020389786151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5177306020389786151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/ilha-do-pico-acores.html' title='Ilha do Pico - Açores'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ShscS2Z8n5I/AAAAAAAAALo/mmU-hmsb-GI/s72-c/tokandar_sbento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1764000058317993324</id><published>2009-05-16T22:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:17:11.512+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>A Gripe Suína</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sg8xuH2Do-I/AAAAAAAAALg/ZPWs4D0Ve7Y/s1600-h/pooh-puff-gripe-suina-leitao-piglet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sg8xuH2Do-I/AAAAAAAAALg/ZPWs4D0Ve7Y/s400/pooh-puff-gripe-suina-leitao-piglet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336538751906849762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Ontem no baile da terra, o gajo para mim:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não comentes nada&lt;/span&gt; mas os meus padrinhos estão em quarentena em Coimbra com suspeitas de terem a gripe A...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Quais padrinhos????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Os teus vizinhos da frente, que vieram dos Estados Unidos na segunda-feira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-A sério?!!!! Então?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Vieram meios constipados, mas nada de mais. Chegaram visitaram a família mais chegada toda, velhos e crianças, claro está, ignorando a gripe. A gripe continuava &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dois dias depois &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e, após insistência serrada, lá foram ao médico. O médico, quando sabe que acabavam de vir dos Estados Unidos, perguntou: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Os senhores não se importam que coloque uma máscara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois disso foi uma ida para o Hospital de Leiria seguindo-se uma estada em Coimbra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Hoje no trabalho a Suse comenta&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sabem que há duas suspeitas de gripe A em Portugal que foram do Hospital de Leiria para Coimbra. Foram duas pessoas que vieram dos Estados Unidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Sim, sei. São os meus vizinhos da frente. [sms ao gajo: segredo bem guardado; está a passar  na televisão]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[sms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; do Gajo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; ao final da tarde: o resultado deu negativo]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Durante o jantar com os antigos formandos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Sabem que ontem à noite o meu primo blá, blá, blá, e quando cheguei ao trabalho já me sabiam dizer tudo com os pormenores. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-Ah! Vi nas noticias que essas duas suspeitas afinal não têm a gripe A!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Moral da história:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; O corno é quase o último a saber.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-1764000058317993324?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1764000058317993324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1764000058317993324' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1764000058317993324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1764000058317993324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/gripe-suina.html' title='A Gripe Suína'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sg8xuH2Do-I/AAAAAAAAALg/ZPWs4D0Ve7Y/s72-c/pooh-puff-gripe-suina-leitao-piglet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1985332031645098203</id><published>2009-05-13T23:33:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:44:23.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedras Soltas'/><title type='text'>Projecto Educação Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ora aqui está o projecto de que vos falei há já muito, muito tempo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui estão as ideias chave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A partir daqui é só arregaçar as mangas e por mão à obra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 425px; 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font-family: tahoma,arial; height: 26px; padding-top: 2px;"&gt;View more &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a style="text-decoration: underline;" href="http://www.slideshare.net/daliasilva"&gt;daliasilva&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/7551882867800047215-1985332031645098203?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1985332031645098203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1985332031645098203' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1985332031645098203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1985332031645098203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/projecto-educacao-social.html' title='Projecto Educação Social'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-7808173393302180222</id><published>2009-05-08T22:58:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:18:09.337+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedras Soltas'/><title type='text'>Pedras Soltas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SgSrFQCNw6I/AAAAAAAAALY/wulBahC1Q2o/s1600-h/logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 203px; height: 144px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SgSrFQCNw6I/AAAAAAAAALY/wulBahC1Q2o/s400/logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333575965405463458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Planalto de São Bento é um monumento erguido aos céus que foi moldado pelo vento e acariciado pelo Homem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para se conhecer um monumento, um burgo, uma paisagem, exige-se proximidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Convido-vos então a participarem no dia 31 de Maio de 2009 no passeio pedestre "Algar do Ladoeiro - A maior colónia de morcegos". À borlieux!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Encontro no Clube Desportivo de São Bento ás 9hoo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Passeio integrado no movimento Tok'andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-7808173393302180222?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7808173393302180222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=7808173393302180222' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7808173393302180222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7808173393302180222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/pedras-soltas.html' title='Pedras Soltas'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SgSrFQCNw6I/AAAAAAAAALY/wulBahC1Q2o/s72-c/logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-3244914114167710004</id><published>2009-05-03T23:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T23:19:42.727+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Final de tarde de Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/amwXnrRsGkM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/amwXnrRsGkM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de parecer um gay a dançar, a música tem tudo a ver com o final do dia de hoje. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-3244914114167710004?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3244914114167710004/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=3244914114167710004' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3244914114167710004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3244914114167710004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/05/final-de-tarde-de-domingo.html' title='Final de tarde de Domingo'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-4329394537073640924</id><published>2009-04-27T12:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:40:36.872+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Receitas'/><title type='text'>A Punheta  de Bacalhau</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No sentido de esclarecer qualquer dúvida, segue abaixo a receita consensual da punheta de bacalhau&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descobri que ao que me estava a referir se chama "grão com punheta de bacalhau", agora ainda não descobri o nome da receita que o gajo estava a dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="text" style="margin: 2px; float: left; text-align: left; width: 250px; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;       &lt;span class="NormalBlack"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;span class="NormalBlack" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;     2 postas de lombo de bacalhau&lt;br /&gt;1 cebola média&lt;br /&gt;azeite&lt;br /&gt;vinagre&lt;br /&gt;agrião&lt;br /&gt;azeitonas   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="NormalBlack" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="NormalBlack" style="line-height: 20px; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="NormalBlack" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;      &lt;span class="NormalBlack"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preparação de &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Punheta de Bacalhau&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;          &lt;span class="NormalBlack" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; Desfiar duas postas do lombo do bacalhau devidamente demolhadas, lavar bem com água fria e estender numa travessa. Cortar em palitos uma cebola média. Misturar e regar com azeite e umas pingas de vinagre. Servir frio acompanhado de salada de agrião, broa e azeitonas.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.saborosas.com. Dia 27-04-2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SfWXAbeGeZI/AAAAAAAAALI/xALMy7aBvzA/s1600-h/Bacalhau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 217px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SfWXAbeGeZI/AAAAAAAAALI/xALMy7aBvzA/s400/Bacalhau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329331767692654994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Punheta               de Bacalhau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Felicia Sampaio&lt;br /&gt;        Editora Culinária do Roteiro Gastronómico de Portugal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#ff0080;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p&gt;               &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Ingredientes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;               &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: silver;"&gt;         &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;2             ovos cozidos;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;1             pimento grande verde;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;2             postas de bacalhau; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;1             cebola média;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;2             dentes de alho;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;sal             q.b.;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;pimenta             q.b.;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;1             colher de sobremesa de salsa picada;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;6             colheres de sopa de azeite +-;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;2             colheres de sopa de vinagre +-.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;               &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Verdana; color: silver;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Confecção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;Retira-se       a pele e as espinhas e desfia-se o bacalhau à mão.&lt;br /&gt;      Lava-se depois o bacalhau em várias águas frias até perder o sal.&lt;br /&gt;      Escorre-se bem o bacalhau.&lt;br /&gt;      Entretanto asse o pimento, limpe-o e corte-o em tiras.&lt;br /&gt;      Em uma taça de vidro, disponha em camadas alternadas as tiras de       pimentos, o bacalhau e os ovos cortados às rodelas.&lt;br /&gt;      Misture o azeite, o vinagre e a pimenta. Ligue bem.&lt;br /&gt;      Regue tudo com o vinagrete e polvilhe com a cebola, o alhos e a salsa       previamente picados.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;In:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://www.gastronomias.com/afrodisiacas/afro031.htm&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="NormalBlack" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="NormalBlack" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dia 27-04-2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-4329394537073640924?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4329394537073640924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=4329394537073640924' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/4329394537073640924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/4329394537073640924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/punheta-de-bacalhau.html' title='A Punheta  de Bacalhau'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SfWXAbeGeZI/AAAAAAAAALI/xALMy7aBvzA/s72-c/Bacalhau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2686797771643833536</id><published>2009-04-26T17:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T17:33:33.204+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Santificação</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SfSMdJyBUwI/AAAAAAAAALA/vrj7Utk-p3M/s1600-h/Dom_Nuno_Ãlvares_Pereira_no_Castelo_de_OurÃ©m_(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329038691555955458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SfSMdJyBUwI/AAAAAAAAALA/vrj7Utk-p3M/s400/Dom_Nuno_%25C3%2581lvares_Pereira_no_Castelo_de_Our%25C3%25A9m_(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E mais um Santo para o ramalhete. Desta vez é D. Nun'Alvares Pereira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mas como é obvio a cerimónia não foi só para o santinho português, levou mais 4 há mistura. As cerimónias são caras e estamos em tempos de crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Devemos de nos sentir orgulhosos pois temos um santo só para nós. Sim porque um santo que dá batalha contra os castelhanos com certeza que não irá ser rogado por eles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A religião é o ópio do povo.&lt;/em&gt; Será? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;[eu por mim não tenho qualquer dúvida...]&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/7551882867800047215-2686797771643833536?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2686797771643833536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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title='Lua-de-mel, precisa-se urgentemente!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5535085963426836762</id><published>2009-04-02T10:10:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:46:31.369+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias'/><title type='text'>Check List Mosteiro Parte II</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Calôoooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquela precisa de levar o buraco tapado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas qual é o problema????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqueles namoram-se há pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993399;"&gt;By Sassi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Comi 1 bolo, bebi 1 galão... Foi Maravilhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- E se fossemos ver a nova colecção dos Centros Comerciais? Acho que tão sempre iguais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Lá vão as malucas do Mosteiro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;- Hoje vamos ter uma visita diferente, e que tal ir ver o mestre do mosteiro... O tal da "régua" na mão.&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/7551882867800047215-5535085963426836762?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5535085963426836762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5535085963426836762' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5535085963426836762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5535085963426836762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/check-list-mosteiro-parte-ii.html' title='Check List Mosteiro Parte II'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6390605360937403946</id><published>2009-04-01T22:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:46:05.897+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><title type='text'>POLIVALENTES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SdPdBYD9_YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/t0a10DbWOcY/s1600-h/dddd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SdPdBYD9_YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/t0a10DbWOcY/s400/dddd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319838600563391874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tentaram fazer melhor, e olhem no que deu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora tentem adivinhar quem sou eu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-6390605360937403946?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6390605360937403946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6390605360937403946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6390605360937403946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6390605360937403946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/04/polivalentes.html' title='POLIVALENTES'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SdPdBYD9_YI/AAAAAAAAAKg/t0a10DbWOcY/s72-c/dddd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-802002879291251252</id><published>2009-03-31T23:33:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:47:07.685+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>CHAGAMAN no seu melhor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SdKaa1JsPPI/AAAAAAAAAKY/iKI86LXRNeY/s1600-h/dada.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScQmLpC753I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RRyqZMg07Lg/s400/feminilidade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315415441642612594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Conversas improváveis:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"olá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;ola bebe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então babe?td bem? o que contas?quero fazer dieta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;olha nada e td&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;eu ando deprimida&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;sei k ñ tem nada a haver cmg mas ando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tb eu, deprimida e gorda ainda por cima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;e ñ te vou xatiar com ixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então td bem com a tua irmã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ate pq xoro&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;sim, a menina afinal deu negativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ñ tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o quê que isso quer dizer, isso é bom não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;é. mt bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;então o que se passa mulher do norte?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ñ sei amiga. ñ tou satisfeita com nada, acreditas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuuum, olha eu tou gorda e vou cagar no ginásio. Sei tão bem o que é isso! Qd a xuxu se casou, este Verão eu estava numa dessas fases. O Trabalho às vezes esgota-nos e deixa-nos sem forças para mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;só choro, procuro amantes e vou trab pq preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha a mim andam-me a fazer assédios políticos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;bx auto estima....................sinto me 1 velha. ñ m divirto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sinto-me GORDA. Ó pá não digas isso... não te divertiste no carnaval?espera lá!!!!PROCURAS AMANTES???? CONTA-ME TUDO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;o carnaval foi........bom. Procuro. Preciso de paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huuuum...conta, conta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ja ñ a tenho com o xanguito&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Ele é impecável, o homem ideal e já ñ o aturo. TOU PARVA, TRISTE E NEM SEI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso são fases! dou-te a receita da outra vez:&lt;br /&gt;uns diazinhos, breves mas intensos num lugar novo e diferente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;ssseeeerrrrráaaaaaa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a paixão não dura sempre...essa cena do coração bater mais rápido passa com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;pois é&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;estou triste e ñ tenho motivos. ñ é bem trste, é desanimada com td e tds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Amor é aquele sentimento que só nos apercebemos que o possuimos quando estamos afastados da pessoa amada, ou a perdemos...desanimada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;sei lá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c/ todos? comigo tb?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;numa má fase. ñ é bem desanimada com as pexoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vai à janela e grita bem alto: PÓ CARALHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;sou eu. llllllloooooooolllllllllllll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espera lá tás com TPM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;nuncas te sentes axim? foda se cm é possivel??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bués vezes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;eu sou axim tao diferente??????????JÁ NÃO KERO CASAR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas eu cumpro a minha missão social: não me queixo à espera que alguém note. (Ninguém nota!!!lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;me too. tenho smp k dizer. decido dizer ao xanguito e ele responde NÃO SEI PQ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poupas o dinheiro do casamento numas férias catitas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;foda se mas claro k ñ sabe...pq eu tb ñ sei!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os Homens são cruéis como sacas de papeis. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;apetece me fazer 1 moxila e começar td de novo. desaparecer. e arranjar um amante. ñ tenho é conseguido. ando tao triste k nem isso............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foda-se um amante??? Vira-te às mulheres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;foda se já m basta aturar a mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê lá se arranjas alguém rico!!!lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;BOM NA CAMA. é só isso. para a mnh auto estima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huuum, tou a ver. ê pá isso deve ser uma carência qualquer que tu queres ver compensada. A mim é igual, mas eu tento compensa-la na comida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;lllloooooooooolllllllllllllllll. sou uma IN: sou instável, insatisfeita e insegura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fixe, gosto dessa trilogia. vou começar a utilizá-la&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;mas tu de insegur e instavel ñ tens nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isso pensas tu! amiguinha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mulheres...&lt;br /&gt;Alguém as entende????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-1045610124974246414?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1045610124974246414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1045610124974246414' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1045610124974246414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1045610124974246414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/compreender-as-mulheres.html' title='Compreender as mulheres'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScQmLpC753I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/RRyqZMg07Lg/s72-c/feminilidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8977535310150221746</id><published>2009-03-20T21:52:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:15:36.205+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>Casinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScQUNdpuRdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/35aDFd2iToY/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 364px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScQUNdpuRdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/35aDFd2iToY/s400/relogio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315395681734510034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora o que me falta na minha casinha:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cortinados&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Relógio de parede&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cabide/bengaleiro&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Candeeiros mesa cabeceira&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cesto roupa suja&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-8977535310150221746?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8977535310150221746/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8977535310150221746' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8977535310150221746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8977535310150221746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/casinha.html' title='Casinha'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScQUNdpuRdI/AAAAAAAAAKI/35aDFd2iToY/s72-c/relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5865534557147389847</id><published>2009-03-18T21:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T22:48:40.866+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias'/><title type='text'>-  Mosteiro da Batalha - Check List!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coisas que após alguns anos se começam a apagar, mas que qualquer jantar recupera em menos de nada:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScFrfTx8OqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kI59SYqtDxI/s1600-h/Sabrina_personal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Cá para mim são dedos..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Tudo o que poder gastar em comida, não gastarei noutra coisa"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Não posso ir porque venho com coisas agarradas às mãos"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Eu sou como as p...., vou para o que me oferecer mais..."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Somos uma equipa, ou não somos uma equipa!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"4. 4 bolas (ou boas?, eterna dúvida...)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Jbfsagxbnvuishcsm' ouro ? (????)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A animadora que mostrava as gárgulas a masturbarem-se aos putos que começavam a ter barba. A mesma que se esquecia sempre do Render da Guarda...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"lá está!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Chagas man"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Gavetas a transbordar de bolachas e bolinhas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Os lembretes nos telemóveis para tomar os comprimidos (ainda se mantêm em 2009!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As lutas e discussões acesas após as visitas (segredo do sucesso!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Os fins de semana aventura!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;As Pousadas da Juventude (Picoas no coração!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Palácio da Ajuda (Canseira)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;O Frade gay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Os documentos protegidos com palavra-chave, da qual ninguém se lembra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;A Quinta: o tio, a prima, as madrastas, o porco, a de mal com a vida, o lambe botas e o lambe con..., o primeiro a chegar (até eu aparecer!) e todos os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;By Sassi:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;20. Quanto mais te abaixas mais se vê o cu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;21. Deve ser vírus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;22. Hoje recebi uma gorja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;23. Vamos ao Super Preço comprar bugigangas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;24. Hoje vamos passear... e se fosse-mos ao Dia comprar iogurtes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;25. Hoje trouxe um pacote de "PIPAS".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;26. As plantas do Mosteirinho bem coloridas, pintadas a lápis de cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;27. Sou uma Renata... Estou especialista em Templários e Cavaleiros de Cristo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;28. Há ali uns de castigo a olhar para os vitrais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Lista em actualização...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,0); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Ai, ai...Uma equipa será sempre uma equipa! Não há como a primeira!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gostei de vos rever! Provamos ser mais que ex-colegas de trabalho, pois após um looooongo período sem nos vermos a conversa fluí da mesma maneira. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É bom sinal. É sinal de que as distâncias e o tempo não nos afastam!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScFrfTx8OqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kI59SYqtDxI/s1600-h/Sabrina_personal2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314647220903754402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScFrfTx8OqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kI59SYqtDxI/s400/Sabrina_personal2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigado por se terem cruzado no meu caminho. Foi um privilégio conhecer-vos. Foi um privilégio trabalhar nesse lugar mágico que é o mosteiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até às festas de São Pedro! Quem sabe não compramos outro boné...Criamos a nossa própria tradição...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-5865534557147389847?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5865534557147389847/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5865534557147389847' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5865534557147389847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5865534557147389847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/lista-de-coi.html' title='-  Mosteiro da Batalha - Check List!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ScFrfTx8OqI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/kI59SYqtDxI/s72-c/Sabrina_personal2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-4812763862011625152</id><published>2009-03-17T12:04:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:01:08.931+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><title type='text'>F16 - Base Aérea de Monte Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Graças à maravilhosa Suse Antunes, tivemos a oportunidade de conhecer o formoso Manuel Riba que nos fez a apresentação do cokpit do F16 e nos deixou experimentar o assento desta máquina de guerra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Huuum...Uma boa experência!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314126928730823170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sb-SSUZWmgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/aZAYoAQXMPY/s400/f-16-60-cockpit-large.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-4812763862011625152?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4812763862011625152/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=4812763862011625152' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/4812763862011625152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/4812763862011625152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/f16-base-aerea-de-monte-real.html' title='F16 - Base Aérea de Monte Real'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/Sb-SSUZWmgI/AAAAAAAAAJo/aZAYoAQXMPY/s72-c/f-16-60-cockpit-large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-7198990350622785593</id><published>2009-03-13T17:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:14:57.760+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>Para o # :</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SbqUFGwzYbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Hq5mIyozn0/s1600-h/Red%20Canna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312721525872484786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 336px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SbqUFGwzYbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Hq5mIyozn0/s400/Red%2520Canna.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O'Keeffe - red canna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;Esta é para cima da cabeceira da cama!&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/7551882867800047215-7198990350622785593?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7198990350622785593/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=7198990350622785593' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7198990350622785593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7198990350622785593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-o.html' title='Para o # :'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SbqUFGwzYbI/AAAAAAAAAJc/1Hq5mIyozn0/s72-c/Red%2520Canna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6015885598109059745</id><published>2009-03-06T11:26:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:02:23.200+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><title type='text'>Rui Horta e Micro Audio Waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoetrope"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Zoetrope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310035379911987698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SbEJC1RpEfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CMjcuuExkUI/s320/l_3281a4c13d8145a6a74d8818c0469799.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A imagem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sobrepõem&lt;/span&gt;-se sempre à linguagem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Zoetrope"&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/7551882867800047215-6015885598109059745?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6015885598109059745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6015885598109059745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6015885598109059745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6015885598109059745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/03/rui-horta-e-micro-audio-waves.html' title='Rui Horta e Micro Audio Waves'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SbEJC1RpEfI/AAAAAAAAAJU/CMjcuuExkUI/s72-c/l_3281a4c13d8145a6a74d8818c0469799.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2062622344924024094</id><published>2009-02-26T23:04:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:03:31.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Peniche - Carnaval 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SachQr7TsrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MhRgWFNtYd4/s1600-h/N3l8Eb116764-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SachQr7TsrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MhRgWFNtYd4/s400/N3l8Eb116764-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307247256432521906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mais um ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mais um &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" href="http://hi5.com/friend/photos/displayUserAlbum.do?viewother=true&amp;amp;ownerId=32822446"&gt;Carnaval&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mais um encontro de amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma adoração ao maravilhoso néctar do Deus Baco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mais um momento para recordar :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-2062622344924024094?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2062622344924024094/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2062622344924024094' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2062622344924024094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2062622344924024094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/peniche-carnaval-2009.html' title='Peniche - Carnaval 2009'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SachQr7TsrI/AAAAAAAAAJM/MhRgWFNtYd4/s72-c/N3l8Eb116764-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8422696616050693517</id><published>2009-02-13T22:03:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:04:00.120+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Serenidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZX03qTNdCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/q2Ga33Jf10c/s1600-h/_.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302413373383472162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZX03qTNdCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/q2Ga33Jf10c/s400/_.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje foi um dia de trabalho dedicado à divulgação porta-a-porta, neste caso de Unidade de Alojamento em Unidade&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; para dar a conhecer o Centro de Interpretação Batalha de Aljubarrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inveja é um sentimento pouco nobre, mas confesso que foi o que senti quando me encontrei com o responsável da Quinta de Rio Alcaide. O Senhor estava em paz com o mundo e equilíbrio com a natureza. Encontrava-se com botins e uma pá, pronto para o trabalho de ajardinamento que por certo uma quinta com esta dimensão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; exige. Encontrava-se a trabalhar num cantinho do paraíso a ouvir o canto dos &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;pássaros &lt;/span&gt;e a sentir o cheiro da terra e a frescura da água.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inveja foi o que senti mais uma vez quando fui à Casa dos Matos. Desta vez o Senhor que nos recebeu estava a fumar calmamente o seu cigarro pós-almoço. Pediu para entrarmos e para nos sentarmos. Explicamos tudo com a mesma calmo com a qual fomos recebidos. No final de toda a explicação o Senhor diz-nos: "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;só há um problema, tenho que ir levar os miúdos à escola...&lt;/span&gt;", ao que nós respondemos que também já havíamos terminado e também &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tínhamos de ir reconfortar o estômago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tantos problemas no mundo normal, desemprego, crédito mal parado, blá, blá, blá, este Homem vai buscar os filhos à escola para almoçar em família, tem o tempo e o silêncio necessário para fumar um cigarro com tranquilidade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e o único problema que tem é o de "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;levar os filhos à escola&lt;/span&gt;". Fantástico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É preciso tão pouco para sermos felizes, não é!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Porquê que inventamos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZXvldiQPAI/AAAAAAAAAI0/2Ld_Bs6HcP0/s1600-h/,,,.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-8422696616050693517?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8422696616050693517/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8422696616050693517' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8422696616050693517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8422696616050693517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/serenidade.html' title='Serenidade!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZX03qTNdCI/AAAAAAAAAI8/q2Ga33Jf10c/s72-c/_.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5609517608062383587</id><published>2009-02-10T20:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:04:45.870+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias'/><title type='text'>Ternura da Infância</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZHr_7l0hEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Exc8GrAKPcg/s1600-h/chocolate.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 137px; height: 182px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZHr_7l0hEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Exc8GrAKPcg/s320/chocolate.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301277719952393282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembrei-me no outro dia dos meus vizinhos protectores da infância pelos quais tenho uma enorme estima e consideração, apesar de só os ver aí de 3 em 3 anos: a Lídia e o Fernando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Lídia é ainda mais velha que o meu irmão e o meu nascimento representou para ela uma quebra muito interessante nas suas rotinas. Ela idolatrava-me: dava-me banho, levava-me a passear, comprava-me guloseimas, MIMAVA-ME BUÉ. E eu por meu lado adorava-a. Sentia uma protecção nela infindável. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A Lídia casou quando eu tinha 6 anos, e escusado será dizer que fui eu a menina das alianças. Fui eu também que estreei a cama do quarto de hóspedes...A Lídia  foi a minha madrinha de crisma. Foi o reconhecimento de toda a ternura, o amor e a dedicação que ela me deu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Fernando, irmão da Lídia, também gostava muito de mim, à sua maneira é claro...Os Homens não têm tanto jeito para demonstrarem afecto! E eu ainda por cima era tímida e envergonhada com os meninos...O facto de eu não ter tanta afinidade com ele deixava-o frustrado.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Fernando andava na tropa. Não tinha ordenado, ou melhor tinha o ordenado idiota que a tropa dava. Mas foi com esse ordenado que ele me comprou um tabelete de chocolate para mostrar o quanto gostava de mim, à sua maneira! &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[Deixou de comprar um maço de tabaco ou qualquer outra coisa para  me mimar!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu nesse momento fiquei tão contente que me fui recolher no meu quarto com o chocolate. Acho que nem lhe agradeci... de tão surpreendida que fiquei! No meu quarto fui tentar partir o chocolate aos bocadinhos tal como estava na embalagem, em vão claro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada Senhor por me teres proporcionado momentos tão bons e por me teres colocado no caminho pessoas tão magníficas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obrigada Senhor por me manteres a memória intacta para poder recordar estes bons momentos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&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/7551882867800047215-5609517608062383587?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5609517608062383587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5609517608062383587' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5609517608062383587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5609517608062383587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/ternura-da-infancia.html' title='Ternura da Infância'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZHr_7l0hEI/AAAAAAAAAIk/Exc8GrAKPcg/s72-c/chocolate.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6076075701999319581</id><published>2009-02-09T22:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:16:49.439+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>A minha alegre casinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZCsLry_rRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kyIfJvsaf08/s1600-h/escritura.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 215px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZCsLry_rRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kyIfJvsaf08/s320/escritura.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300926078150225170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje finalizei o processo de namoro com o AP. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente fizemos a escritura do imóvel.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vendedor arrecadou a massa e ficamos com um molho de chaves com porta-chaves ridículos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabem aquela música:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E5kdbIfb25I"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;As saudades que eu já tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Da minha alegre casinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tao modesta quanto eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Meu Deus como é bom morar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Num modesto primeiro andar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;A contar vindo do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-size:85%;" &gt;Do céu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Encaixa-me como uma luva!!!&lt;/span&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/7551882867800047215-6076075701999319581?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6076075701999319581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6076075701999319581' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6076075701999319581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6076075701999319581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/minha-alegre-casinha.html' title='A minha alegre casinha'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SZCsLry_rRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/kyIfJvsaf08/s72-c/escritura.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-886603481587051922</id><published>2009-02-04T21:56:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:07:16.924+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Olá,Olá!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299066376962765394" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 204px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SYoQy1AU8lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ia_56VjBIbs/s320/acores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Depois de um dia com várias reuniões, e muitos trambolhões, só para rimar, é hora de pensar nas coisas que realmente interessam: &lt;strong&gt;as férias&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Bem, vou de férias de 5 a 17 de Abril e gostava de ir conhecer os Açores, S. Miguel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Se souberem, vocês os 4 que lêem isto, de alguma pechincha avisem-me sff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Beijocas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;[Estou tão feliz e contente, o mundo é lindo e o sol brilha, trá, lá lá,lá lá!]&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/7551882867800047215-886603481587051922?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/886603481587051922/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=886603481587051922' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/886603481587051922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/886603481587051922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/02/ferias.html' title='Férias'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SYoQy1AU8lI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Ia_56VjBIbs/s72-c/acores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-9018391397272971426</id><published>2009-01-30T22:21:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:49:04.962+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Portugal vs Países Desenvolvidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em relação à falta de meritocracia que existe em Portugal. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Programa Nós por Cá, na Sic, 30-01-2009 -&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afinal porquê que Portugal não consegue alcançar o sucesso dos outros países? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque tem uma postura diferente em relação ao:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know-How; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ao valor das pessoas com competências;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ao ser dinâmico e criativo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nos Países Desenvolvidos a postura é:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"És bom! Então vens trabalhar nesta empresa para conseguirmos chegar ainda mais longe"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297218823194127138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 157px; HEIGHT: 122px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SYOAdC3_qyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LHz_8D08muU/s320/paises+desenvolvidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em Portugal a postura é:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"És bom! Mantêm-te longe desta empresa, se não podem começar a desvalorizar as minhas competências" &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Este tacho é meu, é meu até ao fim! Não tenho a culpa de ter um bom padrinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297218932115165186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SYOAjYoy0AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/P1uFuCJIj-U/s320/pt-.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso explica a razão das pessoas mais informadas não terem locais para aplicarem os seus conhecimentos. Isto explica muitas coisas que vemos todos os dias e não gostamos, ou nos dias bons até nos dão vontade de rir!!!Isso explica o afundamento de Portugal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HXH3IiqRU7o"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Ai Portugal, Portugal, de quê que estás à espera?"&lt;/span&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/7551882867800047215-9018391397272971426?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9018391397272971426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=9018391397272971426' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/9018391397272971426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/9018391397272971426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/portugal-vs-paises-desenvolvidos.html' title='Portugal vs Países Desenvolvidos'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SYOAdC3_qyI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LHz_8D08muU/s72-c/paises+desenvolvidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2251660108703073766</id><published>2009-01-25T16:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:08:33.626+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Tatuagens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXyXbkeDFhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/T1XYB1qEeQg/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295273761782830610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXyXbkeDFhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/T1XYB1qEeQg/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hoje decidi que vou fazer uma tatuagem no antebraço esquerdo, do lado do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Poderá ser como esta, ou não, parece-me um bocado abichanada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Logo se vê!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-2251660108703073766?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2251660108703073766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2251660108703073766' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2251660108703073766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2251660108703073766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/tatuagens.html' title='Tatuagens'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXyXbkeDFhI/AAAAAAAAAH0/T1XYB1qEeQg/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-4530864062166678463</id><published>2009-01-20T22:05:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:09:14.909+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>20 de Janeiro de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Grande dia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dia do aniversário da Rafa, a minha afilhada pequena, e da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Patrícia&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;chaguinha&lt;/span&gt; do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293503096801810114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXZNBTZNVsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OdSp_dBl0uQ/s200/bolo+aniversario+color%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dia da tomada de posse de Barack Obama. Dia de esperança renovada para a América e para o mundo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293501575449793042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXZLov6n0hI/AAAAAAAAAHk/4qkAOnn1qDQ/s200/293.ad.MichelleObama.BarackObama.012009%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oxalá este senhor consiga corresponder às expectativas que este Planeta tem sobre ele!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Yes we can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-4530864062166678463?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4530864062166678463/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=4530864062166678463' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/4530864062166678463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/4530864062166678463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/20-de-janeiro-de-2009.html' title='20 de Janeiro de 2009'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXZNBTZNVsI/AAAAAAAAAHs/OdSp_dBl0uQ/s72-c/bolo+aniversario+color%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1219617819273093333</id><published>2009-01-19T18:02:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:09:43.709+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><title type='text'>FEMININE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXTFJrKz28I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nMTFi5Clh04/s1600-h/feiminine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293072232064736194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 159px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXTFJrKz28I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nMTFi5Clh04/s200/feiminine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Neste domingo quiz acompanhar a minha Lara Croft numa incursão pelo maravilhoso mundo da cultura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Fazia frio e chovia... O domingo ao final da tarde correspondia ao final de uma semana de trabalho de 6 dias. Não apetecia ir para lado algum a não ser para casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Como já tinha saído o decreto [a Lara tinha comprado os bilhetes com antecedência para ninguém se negar como já tinha acontecido quando houve o espectáculo em Torres Novas] lá fomos os 4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Na sala confortável, o espectáculo transportou-me para sítios que ainda não conhecia, relaxou-me e descontraiu-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Os movimentos das bailarinas conseguiram libertar o stress que tinha nas entranhas. Foi maravilhoso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;De Fernando Pessoa ficou apenas: ... &lt;em&gt;porquê que a arte é bela? porque é inútil!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;[mas necessária, acrescento eu!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Obrigado pela companhia, Lara, Babie e Miguel (este não deve ter gostado de algumas partes do espectáculo, como aquelas que satirizavam os Homens...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Até à próxima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-1219617819273093333?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1219617819273093333/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1219617819273093333' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1219617819273093333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1219617819273093333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/feminine.html' title='FEMININE'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SXTFJrKz28I/AAAAAAAAAG0/nMTFi5Clh04/s72-c/feiminine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8309064462172728995</id><published>2009-01-02T21:43:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:17:22.910+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>A minha cozinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SV6ORTPy28I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2cCy7LUiMgo/s1600-h/cozinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286819440454982594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 81px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SV6ORTPy28I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2cCy7LUiMgo/s200/cozinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bancadas Inferiores:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gavetas largas e fundas;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entre o fogão e o lava-louças: coluna de gavetas menos profundas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um módulo vertical alto, que una a bancada inferior à superior, para colocar as utilidades de limpeza (balde, esfregona, vassoura e aspirador) com prateleira de detergentes por cima.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre a bancada inferior:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Micro ondas entre o frigorifico e o fogão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Logo ao lado do micro ondas um móvel com um estore (para utilidades de pequeno-almoço)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Gaveta-prancha por debaixo desta área (para servir de mesa rápida)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bancada Superiores:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Armários até ao tecto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&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/7551882867800047215-8309064462172728995?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8309064462172728995/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8309064462172728995' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8309064462172728995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8309064462172728995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2009/01/minha-cozinha.html' title='A minha cozinha'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SV6ORTPy28I/AAAAAAAAAGU/2cCy7LUiMgo/s72-c/cozinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-744654887254262953</id><published>2008-12-31T09:56:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:11:00.921+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Ano 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVtCcmxa-eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kvke8q2Ges4/s1600-h/rev.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285891646861015522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 155px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVtCcmxa-eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kvke8q2Ges4/s200/rev.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para cumprir:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fazer dieta e ficar com um corpo esbelto;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorar a nova casa à maneira;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ganhar o euromilhões ou pelo menos aumentar o rendimento;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realização profissional plena(ou seja ter o fim-de-semana livre).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-744654887254262953?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/744654887254262953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=744654887254262953' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/744654887254262953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/744654887254262953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/ano-2009.html' title='Ano 2009'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVtCcmxa-eI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Kvke8q2Ges4/s72-c/rev.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-7975761169179111768</id><published>2008-12-27T22:09:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:44:04.376+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pedras Soltas'/><title type='text'>Projecto de Educação Social</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVaq-IcCJlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I2XbGnWPsBg/s1600-h/pedrassoltas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284599197159532114" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 145px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVaq-IcCJlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I2XbGnWPsBg/s200/pedrassoltas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Informo em primeirissíma mão que estou debruçada num projecto de Educação Social, que irei apresentar, em conjunto com a Lara Tenreiro, à Associação Cultural e Recreativa "Pedras Soltas".&lt;br /&gt;Este projecto terá como objectivo dinamizar todo o património da região, aproximando-o do público jovem, ajudando-o a fazer uma interpretação e a retirar o máximo de partido do mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Será um projecto estimulante, uma vez que possuímos um património cultural, natural e edificado interessante e rico. Juntando isso ao facto de eu ser uma apaixonada pela minha terra e a Lara ter uma sensibilidade extra e conhecimentos muito específicos e técnicos sobre património.&lt;br /&gt;Prometemos um bom trabalho que será benéfico para todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-7975761169179111768?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7975761169179111768/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=7975761169179111768' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7975761169179111768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/7975761169179111768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/projecto-de-educao-social.html' title='Projecto de Educação Social'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVaq-IcCJlI/AAAAAAAAAGE/I2XbGnWPsBg/s72-c/pedrassoltas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-4280543647932036684</id><published>2008-12-26T22:23:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:12:31.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amigos'/><title type='text'>Presentes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Sabe sempre bem receber um presente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVVZ-Ojo6YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rvPqmiMdqdc/s1600-h/Natal+2008+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284228663383484802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVVZ-Ojo6YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rvPqmiMdqdc/s200/Natal+2008+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Mesmo quando já sabemos o que é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284229343297344818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 159px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVValzbvFTI/AAAAAAAAAFk/alCbbLjwJKA/s200/Natal+2008+079.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mas de ano para ano a Moleskine vai-se completando:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284230097787472994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVVbRuIMzGI/AAAAAAAAAFs/NvgGSLf0ASk/s200/Natal+2008+096.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Obrigado gajo por saberes sempre o que eu gosto, ás vezes até melhor que eu própria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;FELIZ NATAL, BOM 2009&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-4280543647932036684?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4280543647932036684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=4280543647932036684' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/4280543647932036684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/4280543647932036684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/presentes.html' title='Presentes'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SVVZ-Ojo6YI/AAAAAAAAAFc/rvPqmiMdqdc/s72-c/Natal+2008+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1618667299450882896</id><published>2008-12-10T14:05:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:44:48.290+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projecto'/><title type='text'>O meu hall de entrada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ST_M3WNh4tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MJvHSxfNPN0/s1600-h/hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278162539528708818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ST_M3WNh4tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MJvHSxfNPN0/s400/hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ST_MsK0V-QI/AAAAAAAAAEs/M3JbE2i-APw/s1600-h/hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Irão encontrá-lo na minha casa! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Consultora: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lara Tenreiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/7551882867800047215-1618667299450882896?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1618667299450882896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1618667299450882896' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1618667299450882896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1618667299450882896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-meu-hall-de-entrada.html' title='O meu hall de entrada'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/ST_M3WNh4tI/AAAAAAAAAE0/MJvHSxfNPN0/s72-c/hall.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-553868401943628819</id><published>2008-12-09T22:42:00.018Z</published><updated>2009-06-21T12:43:27.928+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Versos de Amor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem parecem coisas minhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro esta música!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às onze e meia, saiu para a rua,&lt;br /&gt;Com o seu fato domingueiro,&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo a aldeia, brilhando a lua,&lt;br /&gt;Num céu de estrelas, conselheiro Coração quente, firme e demente,&lt;br /&gt;À sua porta então chamou&lt;br /&gt;E abriu-se a janela e só para ela,&lt;br /&gt;Triste, cantou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versos de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Lindos esses versos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que fizera em segredo,&lt;br /&gt;A sonhar, quase a medo,&lt;br /&gt;Um viver tentador.&lt;br /&gt;A sua vida por uns versos de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Lindos esses versos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Na mais terna amargura,&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio murmura uma história de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite imensa, foi mais rainha,&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma lágrima caiu,&lt;br /&gt;Na recompensa, o amor que tinha,&lt;br /&gt;Ela também chorou, sorriu&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão bonito, tinham-lhe dito,&lt;br /&gt;Que amar ás vezes faz doer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a dor que sentia, Não lhe doía, dava prazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Versos de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Lindos esses versos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que fizera em segredo,&lt;br /&gt;A sonhar, quase a medo,&lt;br /&gt;Um viver tentador.&lt;br /&gt;A sua vida por uns versos de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Lindos esses versos de amor&lt;br /&gt;Na mais terna amargura,&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio murmura uma história de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouve &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://br.youtube.com/watch?v=zeTNzldI1D8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-553868401943628819?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/553868401943628819/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=553868401943628819' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/553868401943628819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/553868401943628819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/versos-de-amor_09.html' title='Versos de Amor'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5749068980767593727</id><published>2008-12-06T23:08:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:18:37.367+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><title type='text'>D. Nuno Álvares Pereira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/STsIcCyGSyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EmcsAEoi4g0/s1600-h/d.nuno.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276820666271025954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/STsIcCyGSyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EmcsAEoi4g0/s200/d.nuno.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Sabem quem foi D. Nuno Álvares Pereira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"Foi o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Condestávvvv&lt;/span&gt;......&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt; do reino de D. João I. Muito bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"...E o que é um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Condestável&lt;/span&gt;?" pergunta uma ingénua criança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;"O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Condestável&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;strong&gt;o 2º braço&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;direito&lt;/strong&gt; do rei."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Moral da &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;estória&lt;/span&gt; para a criança ingénua:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;O rei era uma criatura fantástica possuidora de 3 braços, 2 dos quais do lado direito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;????? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;...No comments...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-5749068980767593727?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5749068980767593727/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5749068980767593727' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5749068980767593727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5749068980767593727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/d-nuno-lvares-pereira.html' title='D. Nuno Álvares Pereira'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/STsIcCyGSyI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EmcsAEoi4g0/s72-c/d.nuno.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-260751667778736167</id><published>2008-12-03T14:31:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:19:20.788+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Bocejo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/STaZntyGMnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MDHdW4MsEMc/s1600-h/bocejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275572921094779506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 124px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/STaZntyGMnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MDHdW4MsEMc/s200/bocejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mim me maravilha muito a gente que tenta falar enquanto boceja. Ou, melhor, guarda o que tem para falar quando tem vontade de bocejar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desta forma garante que as pessoas ao seu redor vão estar atentas, uma vez que precisam de fazer um esforço adicional para entenderem o que dizem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para além disso, há nos espectadores um misto de curiosidade e estupefacção nas caretas que os bocejadores fazem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já agora, vale a pena pensar nisto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-260751667778736167?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/260751667778736167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=260751667778736167' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/260751667778736167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/260751667778736167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/12/bocejo.html' title='Bocejo!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/STaZntyGMnI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MDHdW4MsEMc/s72-c/bocejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5229559615353872712</id><published>2008-11-26T13:30:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:20:04.770+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Amigo Invisível, 2º round</title><content type='html'>Ê!!! já sei quem são os amigos invisíveis da minha irmã e do meu pai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este último porque perdeu o papel na casa de banho!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisarei de esperar até à noite da consoada para saber quem é amigo de quem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-5229559615353872712?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5229559615353872712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5229559615353872712' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5229559615353872712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5229559615353872712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/amigo-invisvel-2-round.html' title='Amigo Invisível, 2º round'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-3792691446915800064</id><published>2008-11-22T22:38:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:20:44.437+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Amigo Invisível</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SS14NRFG1zI/AAAAAAAAADw/rUqdCCQsDCM/s1600-h/papael-de-parede-de-natal-presentes-natal.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SS14NRFG1zI/AAAAAAAAADw/rUqdCCQsDCM/s200/papael-de-parede-de-natal-presentes-natal.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273002908039173938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós por cá adoptamos a troca de prendas entre familiares através do método do amigo invisível, para fazermos face ao consumismo exacerbado dos nossos dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma animação este sorteio, ver quem nos calha, a tarefa árdua de ter de guardar segredo até à noite da consoada! Sempre na expectativa de "quem vai ser o primeiro a chibar-se!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ano, só por causa das coisas, mandei o meu papelinho para a fogueira para não haver a possibilidade do Luís me descobrir o amigo, como aconteceu o ano passado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daqui até ao Natal só espero que o meu cunhado ou o meu pai não se esqueçam de quem é o seu respectivo amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois revelo quem é o meu amigo invisível, na próxima noite de animação, Amigo Invisível parte II&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem Viver Verá&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-3792691446915800064?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3792691446915800064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=3792691446915800064' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3792691446915800064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3792691446915800064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/11/amigo-invisvel.html' title='Amigo Invisível'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SS14NRFG1zI/AAAAAAAAADw/rUqdCCQsDCM/s72-c/papael-de-parede-de-natal-presentes-natal.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5788252740343557912</id><published>2008-10-20T22:55:00.011+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:21:09.429+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memórias'/><title type='text'>Óculos de Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SS17PXnDm5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lw-CEHfk8vA/s1600-h/oculos+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273006242686802834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SS17PXnDm5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lw-CEHfk8vA/s200/oculos%2Bsol.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por quê, tenho-me lembrado frequentemente de um episódio que se passou comigo era eu uma criança ingénua de +/- 5 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na década de 80 haviam uns óculos coloridos, com um animalzinho no canto superior da lente, que se compravam nas feiras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, como não era excepção, também tive direito a um par desses espectaculares óculos, depois de provas dadas de bom comportamento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não podia deixar de ser, quando envergava esses fantásticos óculos na minha face, os meus níveis de auto-estima disparavam para um patamar elevadíssimo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um belo dia estava eu com a minha irmã e o meu primo, sentados numa figueira [actividade comum a nascidos na década de 80], com os óculos de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente os meus companheiros começam a rir-se. Mostrando ser indiferente não liguei à primeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles continuaram a rir, até que perguntei: "o quê que se passa?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando a minha irmã me toca com o seu dedo no meu olho através da armação dos óculos, uma vez que a lente tinha caído e não me tinha apercebido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei desmoralizada, e a magia dos óculos de sol deixou de surtir efeito em mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-5788252740343557912?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5788252740343557912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5788252740343557912' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5788252740343557912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5788252740343557912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/culos-de-sol.html' title='Óculos de Sol'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SS17PXnDm5I/AAAAAAAAAD4/lw-CEHfk8vA/s72-c/oculos%2Bsol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-109274162340788113</id><published>2008-10-02T23:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:21:48.163+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Ginásio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SOVLT6QstUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vrxg-MUTm_4/s1600-h/j0236462.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SOVLT6QstUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vrxg-MUTm_4/s200/j0236462.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252687345826444610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de mais um aniversário, e fazendo agora a contagem decrescente para os 30, decidi que irei remover toda a flacidez existente em mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele Adeus no antebraço que me acompanhava sempre que levantava o braço e acenava irá desaparecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pernas, ai as pernas, no ginásio tive que conviver com a imagem que o espelho me projectava e acreditem que foi: duro, doloroso e desagradável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais: na avaliação que me fizeram constataram que tinha, no passado entenda-se bem, 27kg de massa gorda...o normal é 22kg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conclusão, depois de uma hora e pouco no ginásio, cheguei a casa com moral tão elevada que nem jantei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-109274162340788113?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/109274162340788113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=109274162340788113' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/109274162340788113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/109274162340788113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/10/ginsio.html' title='Ginásio'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SOVLT6QstUI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Vrxg-MUTm_4/s72-c/j0236462.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-2942281619071486223</id><published>2008-09-23T22:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T22:20:13.868+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ciba'/><title type='text'>Mas Eles Acham Graça à Praxe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0EdVuXVHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ax7WR2y11uo/s1600-h/04_cova_lobos_figurantes_SJorge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0EdVuXVHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ax7WR2y11uo/s200/04_cova_lobos_figurantes_SJorge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259364841932936306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amiguinhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como sabem mudei mais uma vez de emprego. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como a noticia me foi dada um pouco em cima da hora, não pude começar a formação ao mesmo tempo que os meus novos colegas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Após uma semana de formação, os meus colegas, já muito experientes, decidiram que deveriam dar-me as boas vindas...praxar-me basicamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem, como deram bastante nas vistas, já contava com tudo o que se pode fazer de praxes. Idealizava praxes académicas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já ao final do dia pediram-me para ir buscar uma caixa que supostamente continha ossos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu pensei: "AH, é só isso..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Qual é a minha surpresa quando abri uma porta e, no meio da escuridão, estava em posição de defesa um homem, de silicone [real demais para uma réplica Humana], mutilado, nú e com cara de poucos amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois do meu gritinho histérico, tão esperado pela assistência ansiosa, fui brindada com um ataque de riso que me levou às lágrimas e me deixou sem fôlego.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enfim...Um dia nunca é igual ao outro!&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/7551882867800047215-2942281619071486223?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2942281619071486223/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=2942281619071486223' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2942281619071486223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/2942281619071486223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/mas-eles-acham-graa-praxe.html' title='Mas Eles Acham Graça à Praxe'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0EdVuXVHI/AAAAAAAAACw/ax7WR2y11uo/s72-c/04_cova_lobos_figurantes_SJorge.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-3367298566754088738</id><published>2008-09-03T23:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:23:02.735+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>2008 , Parte II</title><content type='html'>Olá,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a mesma frequência de sempre rubrico pela segunda vez, neste ano, o meu estimado blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friso que a última vez que o fiz foi no trabalho. O meu colega foi testemunha pois apanhou-me enquanto compunha umas frases catitas. Pouco pedagógico da minha parte, portanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que neste aniversário vou ser brindada com agradáveis surpresas???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem viver verá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.:Adianto noticias para o próximo semestre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO PERCA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-3367298566754088738?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3367298566754088738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=3367298566754088738' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3367298566754088738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/3367298566754088738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/09/2008-parte-ii.html' title='2008 , Parte II'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8161277760009990763</id><published>2008-06-07T16:13:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:23:30.220+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>2008 - Benditas sejam as férias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0F02tIIiI/AAAAAAAAADI/9WdBGkmQ0ik/s1600-h/Alentejo_2008+147.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259366345434735138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0F02tIIiI/AAAAAAAAADI/9WdBGkmQ0ik/s200/Alentejo_2008+147.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bem já estamos em 2008 e eu ainda não tinha escrito no meu blog... Que desmazelo Santa Mãe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mais uma vez aproveito para falar sobre as minhas férias. Sei que posso ser chata pois ninguém lê os meus &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;'s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estava convicta em ir para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Formentera&lt;/span&gt; - Espanha. Porém depois de por a minha amiga, que é agente de viagens, a pesquisar preços logo me apercebi que era &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt; destino muito à frente para a minha condição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Fiquei-me pelo nosso &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rectângulo&lt;/span&gt; maravilhoso e fui ao Alentejo conhecer os locais que ainda não tinha conhecido, desde Nisa até Beja foi tudo a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;eito&lt;/span&gt;. Fiquei um pouco zangada pelo facto de Évora não ter uma Pousada da Juventude, eu que sou totalmente fã...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Foi a loucura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Depois vim na sexta ajudar a montar a exposição da minha querida Associação Pedras Soltas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;No fim-de-semana foi a lufa lufa do costume quando se prepara mais uma rota: a Rota do Leite. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Como se não bastasse o Samuel lembrou-se de se ir abaixo das canetas no próprio dia, o que veio condicionar a minha inspiração para vender t-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;shirt&lt;/span&gt;'s e outras cenas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Enfim, na segunda-feira já regressei ao trabalho e, adivinhem, vinha cansada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-8161277760009990763?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8161277760009990763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8161277760009990763' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8161277760009990763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8161277760009990763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2008/06/2008-sejam-benvindas-as-frias.html' title='2008 - Benditas sejam as férias'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0F02tIIiI/AAAAAAAAADI/9WdBGkmQ0ik/s72-c/Alentejo_2008+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6023134291112628494</id><published>2007-12-03T12:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:24:00.859+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Almoço</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje vou almoçar em casa: febras grelhadas com batatas fritas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-6023134291112628494?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6023134291112628494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6023134291112628494' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6023134291112628494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6023134291112628494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2007/12/almoo.html' title='Almoço'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6605325105783792705</id><published>2007-11-13T22:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:24:23.286+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Dói!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ai! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dói-me tudo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou cansada. Preciso de um fim-de-semana: Urgently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-6605325105783792705?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6605325105783792705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6605325105783792705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6605325105783792705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6605325105783792705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/di.html' title='Dói!'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-8587682943886838521</id><published>2007-11-05T23:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:25:07.866+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>BEM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Bem... ando cá numa correria que nem estou bem em mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Uma rota do milho, uma conferência, um festival cultural, uma rota da azeitona, tudo de enfiada é dose...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A adicionar ainda o trabalho e o &lt;em&gt;part-time&lt;/em&gt; para juntar uns trocos para as férias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É a minha necessidade de ser útil à sociedade, elevada ao seu mais alto nível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-8587682943886838521?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8587682943886838521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=8587682943886838521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8587682943886838521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/8587682943886838521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2007/11/bem.html' title='BEM...'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-214867206406620280</id><published>2007-10-25T23:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:25:50.532+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>As Folgas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já percebo a razão pela qual as funcionárias do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lidl&lt;/span&gt; e do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Minipreço&lt;/span&gt; se caracterizam pela antipatia e cabelo particularmente oleoso: só têm um dia de folga!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hoje, apenas com um dia de folga, verifiquei como é &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; incluir tudo o que há para fazer no curto espaço de tempo em que se traduz uma folga: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;levantar um pouco mais tarde;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;almoçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;ir beber o café sem &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;lavar a louça e depois o carro (o dia estava de sol convidava...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;tomar banho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;fazer a depilação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cortar as unhas e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cutículas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;et&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;voilá&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; o dia já passou...E já estamos a pensar no amanhã, que por acaso é mais um dia de trabalho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;É a loucura não é? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Mas o melhor disto tudo é que temos folgas a dias que mais ninguém tem, logo gozamos &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hedonisticamente&lt;/span&gt; este maravilhoso momento fugaz ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Já percebem agora a situação destas miseráveis &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-214867206406620280?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/214867206406620280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=214867206406620280' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/214867206406620280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/214867206406620280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/as-folgas.html' title='As Folgas'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-5695997680873774708</id><published>2007-10-23T22:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:26:23.388+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Trabalho</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Boa noite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Confesso que começo a estar farta de trabalhos de assistente de direcção, ou assistente de gerência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou farta de estágios, farta de conhecer pessoas novas, farta de chegar de manhã e não saber o que tenho exactamente para fazer, farta de não ter fins de semana, farta de não poder ter uma vida social normal, farta de não poder planear a minha vida,FARTA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Estou a ponderar ir para a indústria têxtil, com um horário maravilhoso das 8h às 17h uma hora de almoço, e depois, para ganhar uns trocos extra, vou trabalhar para um restaurante aos fins-de-semana, quando puder, quando não puder ou não me der jeito não vou! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Simples, não é?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Não sei porquê que a malta insiste em tirar licenciaturas para encrencar a vida toda... Opções!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Até amanhã:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-5695997680873774708?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5695997680873774708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=5695997680873774708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5695997680873774708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/5695997680873774708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/trabalho.html' title='Trabalho'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-6775747865945103241</id><published>2007-10-22T22:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:26:50.847+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><title type='text'>Formentera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0FH0EqHtI/AAAAAAAAADA/FbWF7SCI9R0/s1600-h/images2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0FH0EqHtI/AAAAAAAAADA/FbWF7SCI9R0/s200/images2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259365571634011858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já ando na minha pesquisa incansável para as próximas férias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Por acaso, há algum tempo, passei com os olhos num artigo que falava de Formentera, uma ilha próxima a Ibiza no ponto inferior ao arquipélago das Baleares. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fiquei de tal modo fascinada que quis conhecer, comecei a falar sobre essa ilha a outras pessoas, bem todos dizem maravilhas...mas só do que ouvem falar porque na realidade são poucos os que já lá foram! (pessoalmente não conheço ninguém)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estou muito curiosa e espero conseguir satisfazer essa minha curiosidade já para Maio ou Junho de 2008. A avaliar pelas fotos é um destino paradisíaco, que estimula o romance... quem sabe não venho de lá casada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-6775747865945103241?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6775747865945103241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=6775747865945103241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6775747865945103241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/6775747865945103241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/formentera.html' title='Formentera'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SP0FH0EqHtI/AAAAAAAAADA/FbWF7SCI9R0/s72-c/images2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7551882867800047215.post-1568159153779804744</id><published>2007-10-08T22:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T23:27:30.381+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ligeirezas do Quotidiano'/><title type='text'>Huum</title><content type='html'>Boa noite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um serão louco a fazer um manual de procedimentos que pouco provavelmente vai ser lido, sinto aquele gosto de missão cumprida, e merecedora do meu maravilhoso cigarro que muitas vezes é a alegria do meu dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boa noite...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7551882867800047215-1568159153779804744?l=chagamanstories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1568159153779804744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7551882867800047215&amp;postID=1568159153779804744' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1568159153779804744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7551882867800047215/posts/default/1568159153779804744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chagamanstories.blogspot.com/2007/10/huum.html' title='Huum'/><author><name>Dali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03335811289486409774</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CU7IV0Mgft4/SL8AKDD4ZSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lQOpmH4lCMY/S220/costavicentina2008+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
