<?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-27443324</id><updated>2011-08-10T22:24:44.973+01:00</updated><category term='musica'/><category term='Verónika decide morrer'/><category term='livros'/><category term='música'/><category term='cinema'/><category term='Paulo Coelho'/><title type='text'>clautixa</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>155</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-4366831661406974921</id><published>2008-04-04T23:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:10:43.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amo-te em várias línguas</title><content type='html'>«Amo-te» em várias línguas &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albanês - Te dua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Alemão - Ich liebe dich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alemão (Suíço) - Ich lieb' Di'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Árabe (Marrocos) - Ana moajaba bik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Árabe (para homem) - Ana behibak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Árabe (para mulher) - Ana behibek &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arménio - Yes kez sirumen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bahasa (Indonésia) - Saya cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bambara - M'bi fe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bangla - Aamee tuma ke bhalo aashi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bielorusso - Ya tabe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisaya - Nahigugma ako kanimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Búlgaro - Obicham te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cambojano - Soro lahn nhee ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catalão - T'estimo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Checo - Miluji te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheyenne - Ne mohotatse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chichewa - Ndimakukonda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinês (Cantonês) - Ngo oiy ney a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinês (Mandarim) - Wo ai ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concani - Tu magel moga cho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coreano - Sarang Heyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corso - Ti tengu caru (para homem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crioulo (francês) - Mi aime jou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Croata - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinamarquês - Jeg Elsker Dig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eslovaco - Lu`bim ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esloveno - Ljubim te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espanhol - Te quiero / Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperanto - Mi amas vin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estónio - Ma armastan sind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etíope - Afgreki'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faroês - Eg elski teg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farsi (Irão) - Doset daram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Filipino - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finlandês - Mina rakastan sinua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francês - Je t'aime, Je t'adore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaélico - Ta gra agam ort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaélico (Escócia) - Tha gra\dh agam ort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galês - 'Rwy'n dy garu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgiano - Mikvarhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grego - S'agapo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gujarati - Hoo thunay prem karoo choo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havaiano - Aloha wau ia oi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebreu (para homem) - Ani ohev et otha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hebreu (para mulher) - Ani ohev otah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindu - Hum Tumhe Pyar Karte hae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmong - Kuv hlub koj&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holandês - Ik hou van jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopi - Nu' umi unangwa'ta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Húngaro - Szeretlek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inglês - I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inuit (Esquimó) - Negligevapse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irlandês - Taim i' ngra leat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Islandês - Eg elska tig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Italiano - Ti amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Japonês - Aishiteru&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Latim - Te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letão - Es tevi miilu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libanês - Bahibak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lituano - Tave myliu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malaio - Saya cintakan mu / Aku cinta padamu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malayalam - Njan Ninne Premikunnu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marathi - Me tula prem karto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mohawk - Kanbhik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nahuatl - Ni mits neki&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Navajo - Ayor anosh'ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Norueguês - Jeg Elsker Deg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Papiamento - Mi ta stimabo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persa - Doo-set daaram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polaco - Kocham Ciebie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Português - Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeno - Te ubesk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russo - Ya tebya liubliu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Servo-croata - Volim te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sioux - Techihhila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueco - Jag alskar dig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swahili - Ninapenda wewe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagalog - Mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tahitiano - Ua Here Vau Ia Oe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tailandês - Chan rak khun (para mulher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thai - Phom rak khun (para homem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiwanês - Wa ga ei li&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tamil - Nan unnai kathalikaraen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turco - Seni Seviyorum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ucraniano - Ya tebe kahayu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Urdu - mai aap say pyaar karta hoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamita - Anh ye^u em (para mulher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamita - Em ye^u anh (para homem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiddish - Ikh hob dikh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoruba - Mo ni fe&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor todos os dias te amo um pouco mais.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que a felicidade existe, porquê tu és a minha felicidade, a pessoa que me torna um ser humano muito melhor e especial.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por todos os belos momentos que temos vivido, e pelos que virão:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já te disse hoje que te amo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-4366831661406974921?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/4366831661406974921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=4366831661406974921' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4366831661406974921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4366831661406974921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2008/04/amo-te-em-vrias-lnguas.html' title='Amo-te em várias línguas'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-4063617951913151730</id><published>2008-03-10T21:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:59.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Lançamento</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNb8vPZmrRM/R9G3B_3i0UI/AAAAAAAAB-U/Ugpcz8Q14jM/s1600-h/05CAPA_asasquebradas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175118691777564994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNb8vPZmrRM/R9G3B_3i0UI/AAAAAAAAB-U/Ugpcz8Q14jM/s400/05CAPA_asasquebradas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.corposeditora.com/"&gt;http://www.corposeditora.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Lançamento do livro “Asas Quebradas” Uma edição da Corpos Editora dos Autores Nadir &amp;amp; John, vai ter lugar no próximo dia 29/03/2008, na Galeria de Arte da Praça do Mar em Quarteira pelas 15:30 horas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro livro dos autores, narra uma história metafisica que toma corpo para além das barreiras do tempo, onde a espiritualidade dos protagonistas nos transporta a um mundo, não muito longe da realidade de alguns casais nos dias que correm.&lt;br /&gt;Um romance em prosa poética, cujo efeito é uma jornada literária interessante e rica em sentimentos, emoções e viagens misticas…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este evento conta com o apoio da Câmara Municipal de Loulé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Informações e contacto:&lt;br /&gt;E-mail: &lt;a href="mailto:meuquerido.diario@gmail.com"&gt;meuquerido.diario@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Os Autores:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VNb8vPZmrRM/R9G4QP3i0VI/AAAAAAAAB-c/tjljynYgAms/s1600-h/Foto+Carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNb8vPZmrRM/R9G4mf3i0WI/AAAAAAAAB-k/q40N_UOt09w/s1600-h/Foto+Carla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175120418354418018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNb8vPZmrRM/R9G4mf3i0WI/AAAAAAAAB-k/q40N_UOt09w/s200/Foto+Carla.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nadir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Data de nascimento: 18 de Outubro de 1970&lt;br /&gt;Naturalidade: Angola&lt;br /&gt;Nacionalidade: Portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;Site: www.ridanfeelings.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sendo secretária de profissão desenvolvi o gosto pela escrita. O universo das letras, tão relevante, como forma de expressão...&lt;br /&gt;Rabiscos...um aglomerado de letras que juntas se vão transformando em palavras, em frases, em expressões, esboços que revelam sentimentos, emoções, que contam momentos... momentos que contam uma história...&lt;br /&gt;Reflexões de momento, criadas pelos estados de espírito e sentimentos que, em determinada altura afloram ao pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;As coisas mais loucas que escrevo, são palavras que brotam num momento, e que passo rapidamente para o papel sem pensar...&lt;br /&gt;São palavras que vem de dentro, por isso talvez difíceis de explicar... Para quem escreve, faz todo o sentido, embora pareça loucura aos olhos dos outros... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNb8vPZmrRM/R9G5Hf3i0XI/AAAAAAAAB-s/OqEVbxxFrKk/s1600-h/Foto+Jo%C3%A3o.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175120985290101106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VNb8vPZmrRM/R9G5Hf3i0XI/AAAAAAAAB-s/OqEVbxxFrKk/s200/Foto+Jo%C3%A3o.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;John&lt;br /&gt;Data de nascimento: 14 de Janeiro de 1978&lt;br /&gt;Naturalidade: Portuguesa&lt;br /&gt;Site: www.diariojohn.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;Sendo uma pessoa formada em gestão e finanças, admito que as letras não fazem parte da minha área de estudo.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, de há tempos para cá, tenho desenvolvido um gosto pessoal em exprimir os meus sentimentos por meio da escrita, em prosa ou poesia.&lt;br /&gt;Desde muito novo que adoro ler. Leio quase tudo o que encontro! Mas do ler ao escrever... vai uma distância abismal!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho descoberto que toda a base de leitura que adquiri tem-me dado uma ajuda preciosa para conseguir escrever e ordenar as minhas ideias de forma correcta, no entanto estou perfeitamente ciente que não passo de um leigo neste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim, procuro dar o meu contributo, porque acredito que ao escrever estou a desenvolver-me como ser humano... Considero mesmo a escrita como parte essencial da minha vida presente e certamente futura...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Livro:&lt;br /&gt;Um romance em capítulos ilustrados, uma narração metafísica que toma corpo para além das barreiras do tempo, onde a espiritualidade dos protagonistas, nos transporta a um mundo, não muito longe da realidade de alguns casais nos dias que correm… Encontros e desencontros, alegrias e tristezas, traições e sofrimentos…&lt;br /&gt;A força e a importância do amor na eternidade de um tempo, cujos mistérios são o segredo bem guardado que o futuro esconde…&lt;br /&gt;O resultado é uma jornada literária interessante, rica em sentimentos, emoções e viagens místicas…&lt;br /&gt;Uma edição da Corpos Editora com uma tiragem de 300 exemplares, de grande qualidade, em capa dura devidamente registado no ISBN e disponível na Biblioteca Nacional.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pode ser adquirido através do e-mail disponibilizado pelos autores ou directamente no site da Corpos Editora por todos aqueles que estiverem interessados a partir do dia 30 de Março de 2008.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Editora:&lt;br /&gt;A Corpos Editora, sediada em Vila Nova de Gaia, foi fundada em 6 de Maio de 2000, por Ex-Ricardo dePinho Teixeira e Adriana Pereira. Enquanto editora literária, editou já cerca de 300 obras, essencialmente de jovens autores. O seu domínio editorial estende-se desde a poesia, ao livro infantil, passando pela prosa e pela fotografia. Promovem também o teatro, a fotografia e as mais diversas artes. Apostam na interacção entre as mais variadas expressões artísticas através dos seus eventos Corpos, transformando o espaço no rosto já característico da editora.&lt;br /&gt;Os “Maços de Poemas” foram a primeira obra lançada pela editora. Criação de Ricardo dePinho Teixeira, co-fundador da Corpos, foi o primeiro de vários livros-objecto. Estes novos conceitos de livros, característicos da editora, não só transformaram o conceito do livro em si, mas também possibilitaram chegar a uma nova geração de leitores que, atraídos pelo objecto, ganharam um novo gosto pela leitura. As colecções “Dos Que Têm Sede” e o “Greatest Hits” são disso exemplos.&lt;br /&gt;Assim e nos anos seguintes a editora foi crescendo alicerçada na edição e criação de Adriana Pereira e do também escritor Ricardo dePinho Teixeira.&lt;br /&gt;Em Abril de 2002, Paulo Cruz entra para designer da editora e vem ajudar a assumir um cada vez mais arrojo estético. No final desse ano, Ricardo assume a sua vida como forma de arte e encenação do seu Eu e ressurge como Ex-Ricardo dePinho Teixeira.&lt;br /&gt;Em 2003, após algumas tentativas anteriores, a Corpos Editora assume, definitivamente, aquilo que as grandes editoras e o Estado se esqueceram: passam a editar, como grande aposta editorial, livros de autores desconhecidos do grande público. Fazem-no apenas usando o seu critério de qualidade. E fazem-no em grande: mais de 150 obras publicadas na iniciativa Ministério da Poesia.&lt;br /&gt;No final do ano de 2004 surge a Colecção Nus, formato de livro de luxo, em capa dura, que dá ainda mais originalidade à editora.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo destes anos a Corpos investe também em eventos artísticos: faz uniões e pontes entre as várias artes: da fotografia à poesia, da pintura, ao teatro e à música. Estas características já tornaram os eventos Corpos em noites surpreendentes e cativantes para o público leitor e não só. A Corpos orgulha-se em formar a ponte entre a arte e o público leitor e não leitor. Esse é o verdadeiro público da Corpos Editora.&lt;br /&gt;A Corpos Editora surge assim como um microfone para quem tem algo para dizer, uma casa aberta, um barco onde cabe sempre mais um…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contactos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:info@corposeditora.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;info@corposeditora.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-4063617951913151730?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4063617951913151730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4063617951913151730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2008/03/lanamento.html' title='Lançamento'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VNb8vPZmrRM/R9G3B_3i0UI/AAAAAAAAB-U/Ugpcz8Q14jM/s72-c/05CAPA_asasquebradas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-4237465607514590559</id><published>2008-02-14T00:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:59.506Z</updated><title type='text'>Dia dos namorados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R7OC9IiXl8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/2kuu5vtm0fE/s1600-h/aaaaaaaa%20thi12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166617184299358146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R7OC9IiXl8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/2kuu5vtm0fE/s400/aaaaaaaa%2520thi12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje celebra-se o dia dos namorados, pena que este ano cada vez mais se venha a transformar num acto consumista.&lt;br /&gt;É bom lembrarmos este dia, e mostrarmos à pessoa que amamos o quanto gostamos dela, mas essa acçao deveria ser feita todos os dias. A "nossa metade" nem se deveria questionar se os sentimentos sao verdadeiros, porque quando se ama de verdade o amor sente-se.&lt;br /&gt;Chega a ser tão bom que nos questionamos se estamos a viver a realidade ou um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu neste momento sei que estou a viver um sonho bem real, sei aquilo que quero e sinto-me muito feliz por isso.&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-me imensamente bem por saber que amo uma pessoa tão especial, uma pessoa rara de se encontrar, mas que por acaso do destino tive essa sorte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia dos namorados para todos:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E para ti meu amor&lt;br /&gt;"Já disse hoje que te amo?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-4237465607514590559?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/4237465607514590559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=4237465607514590559' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4237465607514590559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4237465607514590559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2008/02/dia-dos-namorados.html' title='Dia dos namorados'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R7OC9IiXl8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/2kuu5vtm0fE/s72-c/aaaaaaaa%2520thi12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-6927008230278611977</id><published>2008-02-03T23:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:17:59.891Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R6ZJmLTCHBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SkGY2VO5-eQ/s1600-h/P1010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162894943043329042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R6ZJmLTCHBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SkGY2VO5-eQ/s400/P1010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2008 tem sido um ano fabuloso, cheio de boas surpresas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje tive mais uma boa surpresa, quando penso que isto não pode melhorar, melhora:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pena foi a chuva, mas já que dizem que "boda molhada, boda abençoada", pode ser que tambem se enquadre com o namoro:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje  ficaste a conhecer um pouquinho do meu mundo, do que me rodeia..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado por esta magnífica tarde, assim até dá gosto começar uma semana;)&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/27443324-6927008230278611977?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/6927008230278611977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=6927008230278611977' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6927008230278611977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6927008230278611977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2008/02/2008-tem-sido-um-ano-fabuloso-cheio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R6ZJmLTCHBI/AAAAAAAAAHM/SkGY2VO5-eQ/s72-c/P1010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-1080806113006786635</id><published>2008-01-30T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:00.168Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R6D_CLTCHAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LiBGoLvaxac/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tuloff.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161405585824029698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R6D_CLTCHAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LiBGoLvaxac/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtuloff.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje aqui no silêncio do meu quarto, não me sinto mais só.&lt;br /&gt;Desde aquele dia, passei a ser uma pessoa diferente. Como o amor correspondido  nos pode mudar, faz-nos uma pessoa melhor, uma pessoa mais alegre.&lt;br /&gt;Umas semanas antes era uma pessoa perdida, tinha os meus amigos, mas faltava-me  algo. Algo do qual a minha esperança ia morrendo a cada dia que passava. Eu pensava que esse sentimento- o amor não era para mim, nunca o tinha visto desta forma, nunca tinha sido assim correspondida.&lt;br /&gt;E como é bom sentir-me assim, sinto-me viva, com coragem, com aquela alegria que tava meio escondida.&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho pena que nao tenhas aparecido mais cedo, acho que chegaste na altura certa. As coisas porque passei antes de te conhecer, fazem-me hoje valorizar-te muito mais.&lt;br /&gt;Não poderias ter  aparecido em melhor hora, um principio de ano excelente. Cada dia que passa gosto mais de ti, todos os dias volto a apaixonar-me, és uma caixinha de surpresas, capaz de me surpreender todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-1080806113006786635?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/1080806113006786635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=1080806113006786635' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1080806113006786635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1080806113006786635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2008/01/hoje-aqui-no-silncio-do-meu-quarto-no.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R6D_CLTCHAI/AAAAAAAAAHE/LiBGoLvaxac/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtuloff.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-3268482446815611407</id><published>2008-01-24T23:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:00.354Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R5kkVbTCG_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7G3IpegoZy4/s1600-h/DSC00269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159194798653053938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R5kkVbTCG_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7G3IpegoZy4/s400/DSC00269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ano de 2008 não poderia ter começado melhor, eu que nem gostava muito de anos pares, começo a achar que até são anos simpáticos:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo menos o ínicio deste está a ser maravilhoso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A passagem de ano correu muito bem, depois uns dias no alentejo fizeram me imensamente feliz, mas o melhor foi depois...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Encontrámo-nos e percebemos que a vida faz muito mais sentido se caminharmos  lado a lado, se eu e tu lutarmos por este amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como é bom sentir-me assim, custao tão pouco ser feliz, se as pessoas forem sinceras, honestas, verdadeiras e sem segundas intenções.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este amor é lindo porque é puro e transparente, está visivel aos olhos de toda a gente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Obrigado por me fazeres sentir tão especial...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-3268482446815611407?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/3268482446815611407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=3268482446815611407' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3268482446815611407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3268482446815611407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-ano-de-2008-no-poderia-ter-comeado.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R5kkVbTCG_I/AAAAAAAAAG8/7G3IpegoZy4/s72-c/DSC00269.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-251013131259714019</id><published>2008-01-13T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:00.789Z</updated><title type='text'>Almourol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R4qTsYLQmdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/loanRx1R14Y/s1600-h/PB240020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155095114092157394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R4qTsYLQmdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/loanRx1R14Y/s400/PB240020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Castelo de Almourol&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-251013131259714019?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/251013131259714019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=251013131259714019' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/251013131259714019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/251013131259714019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2008/01/almourol.html' title='Almourol'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/R4qTsYLQmdI/AAAAAAAAAG0/loanRx1R14Y/s72-c/PB240020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-2590203535682869581</id><published>2007-11-11T20:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-11T20:57:35.342Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(You Make Me Feel Like A) Natural Woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lookin' out on the morning rain&lt;br /&gt;I used to feel uninspired&lt;br /&gt;And when&lt;br /&gt;I knew&lt;br /&gt;I had to face&lt;br /&gt;another day&lt;br /&gt;Oh it made me feel so tired&lt;br /&gt;Before the day&lt;br /&gt;I met you&lt;br /&gt;Life was so unkind&lt;br /&gt;But you're the key to my peace of mind'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like a natural woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my soul was in the lost and found&lt;br /&gt;You came along to clain it&lt;br /&gt;And didn't know just what was wrongwith me&lt;br /&gt;Oh till your kiss helped me name it&lt;br /&gt;Now&lt;br /&gt;I'm no longer doubtful&lt;br /&gt;Of what I'm livin' for'&lt;br /&gt;Cause if you make me happy&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to do more'&lt;br /&gt;Cause you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like a natural woman&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby what you've done to me&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel so good inside&lt;br /&gt;And I,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be close to you&lt;br /&gt;Because you make me feel so alive&lt;br /&gt;Oh what you've done to me&lt;br /&gt;Close to you because you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;so alive&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Like a natural woman&lt;br /&gt;Woman&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;You make me feelLike a natural woman&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;Can make me feel so good inside&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Oh what you’ve done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natural woman&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-2590203535682869581?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/2590203535682869581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=2590203535682869581' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/2590203535682869581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/2590203535682869581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/11/you-make-me-feel-like-natural-woman.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-6001233789692927428</id><published>2007-11-08T22:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:00.948Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RzOMtsDVVAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rX-3vsojEoE/s1600-h/P9290103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130599117052269570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RzOMtsDVVAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rX-3vsojEoE/s400/P9290103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RzOMI8DVU_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/5ToVe8JxvOw/s1600-h/P9280003.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de passar um fim de semana em Viana de Castelo e Vila Nova de Cerveira, a máquina digital deixou de funcionar:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que me valeu era tar na garantia, assim foi preciso esperar um mês, mas pelo menos agora tenho uma "menina" nova..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que saudades que eu tinha da bela da máquina, fez uma falta:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas agora vai ser só disparar:)&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/27443324-6001233789692927428?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/6001233789692927428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=6001233789692927428' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6001233789692927428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6001233789692927428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/11/depois-de-passar-um-fim-de-semana-em.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RzOMtsDVVAI/AAAAAAAAAGs/rX-3vsojEoE/s72-c/P9290103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-7865571634001672911</id><published>2007-10-13T17:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T17:15:59.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hoje tirei a tarde para me empaturrar de dvd's..&lt;br /&gt;Assalto e intromissao; Premoniçao; O perfume- história f&lt;br /&gt;de um assassino..&lt;br /&gt;Já ando em falha ao cinema, aos dvds, ultimamente tenho me dedicado à leitura, e como o tempo nao estica:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-7865571634001672911?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/7865571634001672911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=7865571634001672911' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7865571634001672911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7865571634001672911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/10/hoje-tirei-tarde-para-me-empaturrar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-6593841489718560271</id><published>2007-10-08T23:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:01.356Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Verónika decide morrer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Paulo Coelho'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rwqpurr37JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6vmE85mpG6o/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119090545925811346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rwqpurr37JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6vmE85mpG6o/s400/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paulo Coelho&lt;br /&gt;Verónika decide morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois de andar há 2 anos a querer ler o livro, e nao o ter lido, porquê encomendei a colecçao inteira, e ao que parece este deve ser a ultima entrega, nem nos livros tenho sorte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Mas há dias descobri que uma colega de trabalho tinha o livro, e hoje ela fez a gentileza de me o emprestar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que com a ansiedade em que tenho em ler o livro, vou devorá-lo... e como amanhã é dia de folga, vou me dedicar à leitura. Tá visto:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-6593841489718560271?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/6593841489718560271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=6593841489718560271' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6593841489718560271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6593841489718560271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/10/paulo-coelho-vernika-decide-morrer.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rwqpurr37JI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6vmE85mpG6o/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-7320260803173022680</id><published>2007-09-22T11:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:01.538Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RvT0r0CZd3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lIHkBRcnYf0/s1600-h/P9190135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112980510512609138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RvT0r0CZd3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lIHkBRcnYf0/s400/P9190135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sintra é daqueles sítios magníficos que dá vontade de voltar  vezes sem conta, por isso sempre que posso lá estou eu de volta aquele paraíso :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-7320260803173022680?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/7320260803173022680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=7320260803173022680' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7320260803173022680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7320260803173022680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/09/sintra-daqueles-stios-magnficos-que-d.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RvT0r0CZd3I/AAAAAAAAAGU/lIHkBRcnYf0/s72-c/P9190135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-2860029408781992749</id><published>2007-09-22T11:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:01.617Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RvTyqECZd2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KG3eh0q8cCo/s1600-h/x1pc_jqddVOWRnBfH8kYn65KdJbNtWvRaUKIcPTLWU8xcni22WofJULP-bQfqPfOc16Tt3DRjHRJwNpa81rvpVAwwdZ8ZX5D3y5bBJ0Zd2yRdSEzTaZoGlBz1r_opTm84H6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112978281424582498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RvTyqECZd2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KG3eh0q8cCo/s400/x1pc_jqddVOWRnBfH8kYn65KdJbNtWvRaUKIcPTLWU8xcni22WofJULP-bQfqPfOc16Tt3DRjHRJwNpa81rvpVAwwdZ8ZX5D3y5bBJ0Zd2yRdSEzTaZoGlBz1r_opTm84H6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como nem tudo é mau, num futuro próximo, se não houver nada em contrário nasce mais um "sobrinho" aqui para  moi...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pronto não é bem sobrinho, porque não é da minha irmã, mas é como se fosse:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-2860029408781992749?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/2860029408781992749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=2860029408781992749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/2860029408781992749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/2860029408781992749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/09/como-nem-tudo-mau-num-futuro-prximo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RvTyqECZd2I/AAAAAAAAAGM/KG3eh0q8cCo/s72-c/x1pc_jqddVOWRnBfH8kYn65KdJbNtWvRaUKIcPTLWU8xcni22WofJULP-bQfqPfOc16Tt3DRjHRJwNpa81rvpVAwwdZ8ZX5D3y5bBJ0Zd2yRdSEzTaZoGlBz1r_opTm84H6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-5542924760634483553</id><published>2007-09-11T20:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:07:13.879+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Maria Bethânia - Casinha Branca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho andado tão sozinha ultimamente&lt;br /&gt;Que nem vejo em minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Nada que me dê prazer&lt;br /&gt;Sinto cada vez mais longe a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Vendo em minha mocidade&lt;br /&gt;Tantos sonhos perecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria ter na vida simplesmente&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar de mato verde&lt;br /&gt;Pra plantar e pra colher&lt;br /&gt;Ter uma casinha branca de varanda&lt;br /&gt;Um quintal, uma janela&lt;br /&gt;Para ver o sol nascer&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes saio a caminhar pela cidade&lt;br /&gt;Á procura de amizade&lt;br /&gt;Vou seguindo a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas me retraio olhando em cada rosto&lt;br /&gt;Cada um tem seus mistérios&lt;br /&gt;Seu sofrer, sua ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Eu queira ter na vida ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-5542924760634483553?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/5542924760634483553/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=5542924760634483553' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5542924760634483553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5542924760634483553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/09/maria-bethnia-casinha-branca-eu-tenho.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-1739474773527405464</id><published>2007-09-09T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:01.768Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RuRoymYkiQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AIFNuirEYcM/s1600-h/P9010009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108323095851337986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RuRoymYkiQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AIFNuirEYcM/s400/P9010009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já há algum tempo que não posto nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Houveram tantas mudanças na minha vida, tantas...tantas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mudei de trabalho. Comecei algo, que infelizmente terminou, e tenho que me adaptar a isso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas uma das melhores coisas que me aconteceu foi poder finalmente conhecer uma ilha que tá tao pertinho de mim, e nunca tinha visitado(até tenho vergonha) A bonita ilha da Berlenga... Será que posso neste momento fugir para lá e quando a poeira baixar voltar??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não podemos fugir aos problemas, às situaçoes em que estamos, mas por vezes dá uma vontade...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-1739474773527405464?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/1739474773527405464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=1739474773527405464' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1739474773527405464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1739474773527405464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/09/j-h-algum-tempo-que-no-posto-nada.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RuRoymYkiQI/AAAAAAAAAGE/AIFNuirEYcM/s72-c/P9010009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-7580943134409142350</id><published>2007-06-30T00:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T00:43:29.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Talvez seja amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SEI DIZER O QUE ME PRENDE A VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;SE É ESSE JEITO DE VOCÊ ME QUERER&lt;br /&gt;TALVEZ SEJA AMOR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALGUMA COISA DIFERENTE NO OLHAR&lt;br /&gt;UMA SAUDADE SE VOCÊ NÃO ESTÁ&lt;br /&gt;TALVEZ SEJA AMOR, VIU&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SEI PORQUE MAS TUDO TRAZ VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;UMA PALAVRA, UM VERSO, UMA CANÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;ESSA LOUCURA VAI VIRAR PAIXÃO&lt;br /&gt;QUEM É QUE ENTENDE O PRÓPRIO CORAÇÃO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FICAR COM VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;SÃO MOMENTOS QUE EU QUERO PRA SEMPRE&lt;br /&gt;FICAR COM VOCÊ&lt;br /&gt;SÃO COISAS QUE A VIDA NÃO DEIXA&lt;br /&gt;ESQUECER&lt;br /&gt;E EU NEM SEI SE ISSO É AMOR&lt;br /&gt;MAS QUERO VOCÊ COMO FOR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-7580943134409142350?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/7580943134409142350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=7580943134409142350' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7580943134409142350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7580943134409142350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/06/talvez-seja-amor-no-sei-dizer-o-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-3378331035511860978</id><published>2007-06-15T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:01.992Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RnKpIBglByI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tvk-7rcwUKw/s1600-h/1829_Livro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5076305685309097762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RnKpIBglByI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tvk-7rcwUKw/s400/1829_Livro1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O conde de Monte Cristo 1º volume, este é o livro de momento da minha cabeceira, digamos que faltam 170 paginas para acabar.. este porque depois à a  continuação..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que vale é que o livro até é bom:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-3378331035511860978?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RnKpIBglByI/AAAAAAAAAF8/Tvk-7rcwUKw/s72-c/1829_Livro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-985677784184415658</id><published>2007-06-14T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T00:00:44.905+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musica'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-HESjOTHBQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-HESjOTHBQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate Winslet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What If"&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;With this weight upon my heartAnd it will not go away&lt;br /&gt;In my head&lt;br /&gt;I keep on looking back&lt;br /&gt;Right back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it was that made you change&lt;br /&gt;Well I triedBut&lt;br /&gt;I had to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;And still this question keeps on spinning in my mind&lt;br /&gt;What if&lt;br /&gt;I had never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;br /&gt;If I'd stayedIf you'd tried&lt;br /&gt;If we could only turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many roads to take&lt;br /&gt;Some to joy&lt;br /&gt;Some to heart-ache&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can lose their way&lt;br /&gt;And if&lt;br /&gt;I said that we could turn it back&lt;br /&gt;Right back to the start&lt;br /&gt;Would you take the chance and make the change&lt;br /&gt;Do you think how it would have been sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Do you pray that&lt;br /&gt;I'd never left your side&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;br /&gt;If I'd stayedIf you'd triedIf we could only turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll never know&lt;br /&gt;If only we could turn the hands of time&lt;br /&gt;If I could take you back would you still be mine&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I triedBut I had to draw the line&lt;br /&gt;And still this question keep on spinning in my mind&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never let you go&lt;br /&gt;Would you be the man I used to know&lt;br /&gt;What if I had never walked away&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I still love you more than I can say&lt;br /&gt;If I'd stayedIf you'd tried&lt;br /&gt;If we could only turn back time&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we'll never knowWe'll never know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-985677784184415658?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9-HESjOTHBQ' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/985677784184415658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=985677784184415658' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/985677784184415658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/985677784184415658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/06/kate-winslet-what-if-here-i-stand-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-1503366398517485491</id><published>2007-06-06T16:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:02.456Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RmbPORglBxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IjtVOYlpH2Y/s1600-h/P6020002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072969874404607762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RmbPORglBxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IjtVOYlpH2Y/s400/P6020002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RmbOqBglBwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8-nEhd91kUA/s1600-h/Imagem+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072969251634349826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RmbOqBglBwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8-nEhd91kUA/s400/Imagem+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As saudades que eu já tinha da minha alegre  casinha....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até foi uma noite agradável..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xutos é sempre aquela loucura.. :)&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/27443324-1503366398517485491?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/1503366398517485491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=1503366398517485491' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1503366398517485491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1503366398517485491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/06/as-saudades-que-eu-j-tinha-da-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RmbPORglBxI/AAAAAAAAAF0/IjtVOYlpH2Y/s72-c/P6020002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-5892291934824669915</id><published>2007-05-29T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T23:20:54.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" O ser humano que não honra sua terra, não honra a si mesmo. Em um dos clássicos mitos gregos da criação, um dos deuses, furioso com o fato de que Prometeu roubar o fogo e com isso dar independência ao homem, envia Pandora para casar-se com seu irmão, Epimeteus. Pandora traz consigo uma caixa, a qual foi proibida de abrir. Entretanto, da mesma maneira que Eva no mito cristão, sua curiosidade é mais forte: levanta a tampa para ver o que contém, e neste momento, todos os males do mundo saem dali, e se espalham pela terra.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma coisa fica lá dentro: a Esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Então, apesar de tudo dizer o contrário, apesar de toda a minha tristeza, da minha sensação de impotência, apesar de estar neste momento quase convencido de que nada irá melhorar, eu não posso perder a única coisa que me mantém vivo: a esperança – esta palavra sempre tão ironizada pelos pseudo-intelectuais, que a consideram um sinônimo de “enganar alguém.” Esta palavra tão manipulada pelos governos, que prometem sabendo que não vão cumprir, e dilaceram ainda mais o coração das pessoas. Esta palavra muitas vezes está conosco de manhã, é ferida no decorrer do dia, morre ao anoitecer, mas ressuscita com a aurora.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, existe o provérbio: &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;“contra a força não há argumento”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas existe também o provérbio:&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt; “enquanto há vida, há esperança”&lt;/span&gt; E eu fico com ele, enquanto olho as montanhas nevadas na fronteira com a China."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Paulo Coelho, Ser como o rio que flui..)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-5892291934824669915?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/5892291934824669915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=5892291934824669915' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5892291934824669915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5892291934824669915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/o-ser-humano-que-no-honra-sua-terra-no.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-1736327971134578034</id><published>2007-05-27T00:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:02.648Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RljHF2RpOOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5Uft7jS265c/s1600-h/happy-birthday-cake-balloons32586690.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069020283888285922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RljHF2RpOOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5Uft7jS265c/s400/happy-birthday-cake-balloons32586690.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Já que não posso dar os parabéns a um amigo meu pessoalmente, serve este post para fazê-lo..&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que tudo lhe corra pelo melhor, com tudo de bom que a vida tem..&lt;br /&gt;Parabéns;)&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/27443324-1736327971134578034?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/1736327971134578034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=1736327971134578034' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1736327971134578034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1736327971134578034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/j-que-no-posso-dar-os-parabns-um-amigo.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RljHF2RpOOI/AAAAAAAAAFk/5Uft7jS265c/s72-c/happy-birthday-cake-balloons32586690.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-7340596356553868657</id><published>2007-05-17T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:02.781Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkzBQ2RpONI/AAAAAAAAAFc/k0hg41vbyBw/s1600-h/Imagem+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5065636176076552402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkzBQ2RpONI/AAAAAAAAAFc/k0hg41vbyBw/s320/Imagem+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia excelente de praia, solzinho:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ai que saudades..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pena é a alergia que ganhei no fundo das costas..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;grrrrr.. que raiva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;na tenho sorte nenhuma:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-7340596356553868657?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/7340596356553868657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=7340596356553868657' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7340596356553868657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7340596356553868657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/dia-excelente-de-praia-solzinho-ai-que.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkzBQ2RpONI/AAAAAAAAAFc/k0hg41vbyBw/s72-c/Imagem+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-5790379077995126165</id><published>2007-05-14T20:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T21:33:54.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Foi me prosposto um desafio pela ladybug: &lt;a href="http://happyandsmiling-bug.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://happyandsmiling-bug.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; ao qual vou responder..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 coisas que tenho de fazer antes de morrer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;conhecer Paris, entre outros sítios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fazer mais amigos e manter os que tenho&lt;br /&gt;sorrir muito&lt;br /&gt;ler bastante&lt;br /&gt;ser mãe&lt;br /&gt;mostrar aos outros o quanto sao importantes para mim&lt;br /&gt;e aprender algo de novo, ou mesmo algo que já esqueci&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 coisas que mais digo:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh cristo, anda cá abaixo ver isto..&lt;br /&gt;temos pena&lt;br /&gt;pelo amor da santa&lt;br /&gt;haja paciência&lt;br /&gt;aiii, és tao parvo&lt;br /&gt;ah e tal..&lt;br /&gt;cruz, credo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 coisas que eu faço bem:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ponto de cruz&lt;br /&gt;cozinhar&lt;br /&gt;bom sentido de orientaçao(às vezes)&lt;br /&gt;ser amiga&lt;br /&gt;"aturar" a afilhada&lt;br /&gt;compras&lt;br /&gt;passear, conhecer novos sitios e rever os antigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 coisas que eu não faço:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nao faço fretes, nem consigo com a estupidez de certas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;mudar um pneu(mas tenho que aprender)&lt;br /&gt;renda de bilros&lt;br /&gt;tapetes de arraiolos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chegar tarde a um compromisso&lt;br /&gt;mentir&lt;br /&gt;julgar os outros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 coisas que adoro:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;rir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;musica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;livros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;cinema ou dvds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;passear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;os meus amigos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;7 coisas que odeio:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cinismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentiras&lt;br /&gt;falta de pontualidade&lt;br /&gt;que me critiquem sem terem motivos&lt;br /&gt;o facto de muita gente nao ter sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;o egocentrismo&lt;br /&gt;a injustiça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 amigos para continuarem o desfio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;secret garden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;diário de um anjo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;o cuspidoiro da chussa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;crónicas no feminino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;all my heart and soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;M.M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dontgoblind&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/27443324-5790379077995126165?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/5790379077995126165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=5790379077995126165' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5790379077995126165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5790379077995126165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/foi-me-prosposto-um-desafio-pela.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-1309004166521335794</id><published>2007-05-14T16:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:03.498Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkiHZWqhPUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4Q7Q0Idv1hs/s1600-h/Imagem+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064446650628521282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkiHZWqhPUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4Q7Q0Idv1hs/s320/Imagem+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim, tratar de mim, olhar para mim...&lt;br /&gt;  eu já nao sei  se sei o que é sentir o teu amor nao sei o que é sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkiGk2qhPTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F6avND3ZC3Q/s1600-h/Imagem+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064445748685389106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkiGk2qhPTI/AAAAAAAAAFM/F6avND3ZC3Q/s320/Imagem+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As fotos até nem tão grande coisa, mas que interessa isso, se a mim me trazem boas recordaçoes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No sábado lá consegui ir ver os The Gift.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; bem foi uma noite de correria, visto que o concerto começava às 22H (começou às 22:30, mas podia ter começado às 23h que eu nao me importava :p), e era a 30kms da minha terra, e eu só saí do trabalho Às 23h.&lt;br /&gt;o meu pai é um kido e foi ver o concerto e quando deu a Fácil de enteder telefonou-me para os poder ouvir, e em outras musicas mais conhecidas tambem recebi o telefonemazinho:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para concluir isto cheguei ao ocncerto na ultima musica, e eles depois repetiram a Fácil de entender, o que me pôs com um sorriso de orelha a orelha, fiquei mesmo feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso voltei à minha terrinha para o resto da festa de anos de uma amiga (a minha douda) .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Posso dizer que foi um bom fim de semana, como há muito nao tinha... é bom sermos  felizes com pouco... porque assim conseguimos tar muitas vezes felizes:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E hoje se tudo correr bem, vou ver Paulo Gonzo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isto tem sido uma animaçao para estes lados:P&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/27443324-1309004166521335794?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/1309004166521335794/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=1309004166521335794' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1309004166521335794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1309004166521335794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkiHZWqhPUI/AAAAAAAAAFU/4Q7Q0Idv1hs/s72-c/Imagem+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-8434062042722806829</id><published>2007-05-11T01:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:03.594Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkO-b2qhPSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hy3gGBhWAKg/s1600-h/300px-Thegiftoeiras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063099791834168610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkO-b2qhPSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hy3gGBhWAKg/s320/300px-Thegiftoeiras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE GIFT em torres vedras. Sábado, dia 12 de maio, às 22h.. mais coisa menos coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos a ver se não perco mais esta oportunidade de conhecer esta banda&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/27443324-8434062042722806829?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/8434062042722806829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=8434062042722806829' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/8434062042722806829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/8434062042722806829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/gift-em-torres-vedras.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RkO-b2qhPSI/AAAAAAAAAFE/hy3gGBhWAKg/s72-c/300px-Thegiftoeiras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-425298886381937909</id><published>2007-05-10T01:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T01:06:08.546+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem lá fui à festa academica de Santarém, nao é o mesmo que ir a Coimbra(embora nao tenha sido este ano que lá fui, para muita pena minha, mas fica po ano)&lt;br /&gt;Mas até se esteve bem, ainda deu para descontrair, para desanuviar, mudar de ares.. e ouvir a banda do costume:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-425298886381937909?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/425298886381937909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=425298886381937909' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/425298886381937909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/425298886381937909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/ontem-l-fui-festa-academica-de-santarm.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-4593001215844435956</id><published>2007-05-09T22:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T22:18:51.785+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ou sou eu que estou muito bem conservada, ou há pessoas que andam a precisar de óculos..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje deram me menos de 22 anos :o  :) o que até  é bom, nós queremos aparentar menos idade do que aquela que temos, pelo menos no meu caso:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-4593001215844435956?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/4593001215844435956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=4593001215844435956' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4593001215844435956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4593001215844435956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/ou-sou-eu-que-estou-muito-bem.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-1923833479868495792</id><published>2007-05-03T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T15:46:30.666+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='música'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apb-kHZ5vto&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search="&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apb-kHZ5vto&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Morrison - Wonderful World&lt;br /&gt;I've been down so low people look at me and they know,&lt;br /&gt;they can tell something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;like I dont belong,&lt;br /&gt;well, staring through a window standing outside there&lt;br /&gt;just to happy to care&lt;br /&gt;and I wana be like them but I'll mess it up again,&lt;br /&gt;I tripped them out when God kicked outside everybody's&lt;br /&gt;soul.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;But I cant feel it right now,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing well but I just want to cry now,&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that its a wonderful world from the sky&lt;br /&gt;down to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;but I can only see when you're here, here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so full that it just comes spilling&lt;br /&gt;out,&lt;br /&gt;it's uncomfortable to see I give it away so easily,&lt;br /&gt;but if I had someone I would do anything and never&lt;br /&gt;never never never let you feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I wont, I wont leave u on your own,&lt;br /&gt;who am I to dream, dreams are for fools, they always&lt;br /&gt;let you down.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;But I cant feel it right now,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing well but I just want to cry now,&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that its a wonderful world from the sky&lt;br /&gt;down to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;but I can only see when you're here, here with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that I could make it better,&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything for you to call me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe just a little letter&lt;br /&gt;Oh it could start again.&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;But I cant feel it right now,&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was doing well but I just want to cry now,&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that its a wonderful world from the sky&lt;br /&gt;down to the sea,&lt;br /&gt;but I can only see when you're here, here with me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that its a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;but I cant feel it right now,&lt;br /&gt;Iv got all the right clothes to wear I just wana cry&lt;br /&gt;now,&lt;br /&gt;I kno that it's a wonderful world from the sky down 2&lt;br /&gt;the sea,&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see well when ur here, here with me.&lt;br /&gt;And I kno that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;When your with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-1923833479868495792?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=apb-kHZ5vto&amp;mode=related&amp;search=' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/1923833479868495792/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=1923833479868495792' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1923833479868495792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/1923833479868495792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/james-morrison-wonderful-world-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-6165432658448257726</id><published>2007-05-01T23:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T23:48:57.855+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje até parecia domingo, pena que amanhã nao seja segunda feira:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-6165432658448257726?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/6165432658448257726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=6165432658448257726' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6165432658448257726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6165432658448257726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/hoje-at-parecia-domingo-pena-que-amanh.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-6385100770395858815</id><published>2007-05-01T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T19:09:59.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rais parta as  insónias:(&lt;br /&gt;é mesmo frustante tarmos cansados e queremos dormir, e a maldita da insónia a remoer-nos o juízo:'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-6385100770395858815?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/6385100770395858815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=6385100770395858815' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6385100770395858815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6385100770395858815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/05/rais-parta-as-insnias-mesmo-frustante.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-7697784952293293184</id><published>2007-04-30T20:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:04.217Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjZAV2qhPRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RVRt7EMXvYM/s1600-h/Imagem+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059301975592615186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjZAV2qhPRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RVRt7EMXvYM/s320/Imagem+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjY_5mqhPQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Gi5v-MzRtW8/s1600-h/Imagem+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059301490261310722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjY_5mqhPQI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Gi5v-MzRtW8/s320/Imagem+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjY_kmqhPPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eoEcJm4-Af4/s1600-h/Imagem+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059301129484057842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjY_kmqhPPI/AAAAAAAAAEs/eoEcJm4-Af4/s320/Imagem+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fórum Almada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para a próxima é conhecer o Cristo Rei;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-7697784952293293184?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/7697784952293293184/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=7697784952293293184' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7697784952293293184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7697784952293293184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/04/frum-almada.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjZAV2qhPRI/AAAAAAAAAE8/RVRt7EMXvYM/s72-c/Imagem+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-8665490292947604659</id><published>2007-04-28T18:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:04.382Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjOGW2qhPOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JFy4BtyVJ58/s1600-h/cartazbandas.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058534533656296674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjOGW2qhPOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JFy4BtyVJ58/s320/cartazbandas.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que é este ano que vou conseguir convencer alguem a ir uma noitezinha à queima a Coimbra... Vamos a ver como anda o meu poder de presuasão:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-8665490292947604659?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/8665490292947604659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=8665490292947604659' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/8665490292947604659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/8665490292947604659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/04/ser-que-este-ano-que-vou-conseguir.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjOGW2qhPOI/AAAAAAAAAEk/JFy4BtyVJ58/s72-c/cartazbandas.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-514500320635813499</id><published>2007-04-26T22:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:04.547Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjEYAmqhPNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KJuJ8e_DJEs/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulofere.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057850255171730642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjEYAmqhPNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KJuJ8e_DJEs/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulofere.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Muda de vida... Se tu nao vives satisfeito...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje para mim faz tudo o sentido esta letra..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando afastada, distante a pôr as ideias em ordem, os pensamentos no lugar.. Quando isto acontece afasto-me de tudo e de todos, se calhar é um erro, mas isolo-me, preciso de um momento meu..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando "farta" de pessoas que nao entendem e que querem toda a atençao e que por nao os mimar, nao os agradar, não lhes fazer as vontades, passo a ser  uma pessoa antipática, entre outros nomes, na maneira de eles verem as coisas.. entristece-me, mas enfim... Não posso agradar a toda a gente..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-514500320635813499?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/514500320635813499/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=514500320635813499' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/514500320635813499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/514500320635813499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/04/muda-de-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RjEYAmqhPNI/AAAAAAAAAEc/KJuJ8e_DJEs/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulofere.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-7071581940971220457</id><published>2007-04-09T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:04.698Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rhq8EpCbvmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wqsBrvb24zE/s1600-h/P3170349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051556719970991714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rhq8EpCbvmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wqsBrvb24zE/s320/P3170349.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Baleal..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe tao bem agora nestas alturas ir para uma esplanda ver o por do sol, sem mais nada para fazer, só observá-lo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes quem tá tao perto do mar nem o valoriza tanto, nem sabe a sorte que tem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há pessoas que tem qfazer muitos kilometros, para apreciar isto que eu tenho mesmo ao lado de casa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-7071581940971220457?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/7071581940971220457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=7071581940971220457' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7071581940971220457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/7071581940971220457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/04/baleal.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rhq8EpCbvmI/AAAAAAAAAEU/wqsBrvb24zE/s72-c/P3170349.JPG' height='72' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RhaGVJCbvkI/AAAAAAAAAEE/prN-g3WnK-I/s320/P3040266.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RhaGB5CbvjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wrpVQucDQ8g/s1600-h/P3040250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050371399191608882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RhaGB5CbvjI/AAAAAAAAAD8/wrpVQucDQ8g/s320/P3040250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-4521912093480554179?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/4521912093480554179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=4521912093480554179' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4521912093480554179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4521912093480554179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RhaGyJCbvlI/AAAAAAAAAEM/CTU4MBblcck/s72-c/P3040258.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-270596528594415291</id><published>2007-03-27T18:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T18:54:37.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ando viciada em cinema...&lt;br /&gt;No domingo fui ver o ultimo  rei da Escócia ao estádio do Sporting, até parece impossível, eu uma benfiquista que nem conheço o estádio da luz, vou ao cinema no estádio do Sporting, claro que só podia ser um sportiguista a convencer-me, mas valeu a pena, o filme é bom, eu pelo menos gostei, e baseado em factos verídicos ainda é melhor:)&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fui ver o Bom pastor, tambem gostei, mas o filme é muito longo e parado, e para ver à noite já custa um cadito, mas valeu a pena..&lt;br /&gt;Como alguem que comentou o blog disse, pena é os bilhetes serem tão caros, mas um dia não são dias, e de vez em quando sabe bem ver um filme no cinema.. o mau de se morar em meio pequenos, é que quando os filmes cá chegam também ´já estão quase a saír para Dvd, lá tenho que eu ir passear a outro lado, para ver um filme:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-270596528594415291?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/270596528594415291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=270596528594415291' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/270596528594415291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/270596528594415291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/03/ando-viciada-em-cinema.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-4242274096169350597</id><published>2007-03-22T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:16:47.525Z</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinema'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/ghostrider/"&gt;http://www.sonypictures.com/movies/ghostrider/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É um filme giro, fui vê-lo por influência de um amigo, e porque o meu pai queria companhia para o cinema.&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que no intervalo do filme quase adormeci, mas não é por o filme ser mau, tava só cansada e as cadeiras eram tão confortáveis...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-4242274096169350597?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/4242274096169350597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=4242274096169350597' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4242274096169350597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4242274096169350597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/03/httphttpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-5063080328088252640</id><published>2007-03-20T19:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:06.264Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RgA2SLQsOII/AAAAAAAAADw/DZ_BzfBhMog/s1600-h/P3140325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044091268543297666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RgA2SLQsOII/AAAAAAAAADw/DZ_BzfBhMog/s320/P3140325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RgA1gbQsOHI/AAAAAAAAADo/en2LGV2BeoU/s1600-h/P3140278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044090413844805746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RgA1gbQsOHI/AAAAAAAAADo/en2LGV2BeoU/s320/P3140278.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RgA1TLQsOGI/AAAAAAAAADg/1-lWUuWEn6I/s1600-h/P3140277.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044090186211539042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RgA1TLQsOGI/AAAAAAAAADg/1-lWUuWEn6I/s320/P3140277.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monsaraz é daquelas terras que dá mesmo gosto conhecer, é lindo:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É uma terra para voltar a visitar..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A terra em si já é gira, e depois com o Alqueva ao redor, fica fantabulástico:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E ainda tive sorte, a semana passada tava bom tempo, se fosse esta semana era pior..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-5063080328088252640?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/5063080328088252640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=5063080328088252640' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5063080328088252640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5063080328088252640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/03/monsaraz-daquelas-terras-que-d-mesmo.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RgA2SLQsOII/AAAAAAAAADw/DZ_BzfBhMog/s72-c/P3140325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-6251355218201250987</id><published>2007-03-15T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:06.735Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfnCftwZUNI/AAAAAAAAADY/nibHV7Kspek/s1600-h/P3130219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042275107932295378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfnCftwZUNI/AAAAAAAAADY/nibHV7Kspek/s320/P3130219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                     As Laranjas do Pardieiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfnCA9wZUMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/98j7XTMt4sw/s1600-h/P3130222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042274579651317954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfnCA9wZUMI/AAAAAAAAADQ/98j7XTMt4sw/s320/P3130222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A Anta do Pardieiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfnBnNwZULI/AAAAAAAAADI/7r4m2LS0Jm4/s1600-h/P3130150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042274137269686450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfnBnNwZULI/AAAAAAAAADI/7r4m2LS0Jm4/s320/P3130150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anta do Zambujeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que boas recordações levo deste sítio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ora temos a Anta do Zambujeiro, que por acaso e a anta grande..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e temos a "pequena" Anta do Pardieiro, que uma certa pessoa dizia que nao era Anta devido à sua pequenez, mas depois de provar as boas laranjas do Pardieiro, a sua visão melhorou, e já dizia que afinal aquilo era uma Anta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que tarde de riso:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-6251355218201250987?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/6251355218201250987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=6251355218201250987' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6251355218201250987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6251355218201250987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/03/as-laranjas-do-pardieiro-anta-do.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfnCftwZUNI/AAAAAAAAADY/nibHV7Kspek/s72-c/P3130219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-2763427827629846818</id><published>2007-03-15T01:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:07.236Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfincdwZUKI/AAAAAAAAADA/nLq8xV9WoO4/s1600-h/P3120010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041963890307059874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfincdwZUKI/AAAAAAAAADA/nLq8xV9WoO4/s320/P3120010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfinLNwZUJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LIh6mbykFQo/s1600-h/P3120060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041963593954316434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfinLNwZUJI/AAAAAAAAAC4/LIh6mbykFQo/s320/P3120060.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foram 3 dias espectaculares, andava mesmo a precisar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deu para descansar a cabeça, rir muito, e andar sempre na brincadeira... É bom saber que ainda existem pessoas maravilhosas, amigos, que já nao se encontram por aí, são mesmo raros, mas eu fico feliz por ter um AMIGO assim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-2763427827629846818?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/2763427827629846818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=2763427827629846818' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/2763427827629846818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/2763427827629846818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/03/foram-3-dias-espectaculares-andava.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RfincdwZUKI/AAAAAAAAADA/nLq8xV9WoO4/s72-c/P3120010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-9221482126203412206</id><published>2007-03-08T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:07.468Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re9kS98KZGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/birt9FS7OFg/s1600-h/P3040237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039356785078199394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re9kS98KZGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/birt9FS7OFg/s320/P3040237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re9j-98KZFI/AAAAAAAAACI/cirBBfZhgvU/s1600-h/P3040249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039356441480815698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re9j-98KZFI/AAAAAAAAACI/cirBBfZhgvU/s320/P3040249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Castelo de Montemor - o - Velho&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/27443324-9221482126203412206?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/9221482126203412206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=9221482126203412206' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/9221482126203412206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/9221482126203412206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/03/castelo-de-montemor-o-velho.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re9kS98KZGI/AAAAAAAAACQ/birt9FS7OFg/s72-c/P3040237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-8086250068277728689</id><published>2007-03-06T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:07.842Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re3xZt8KZEI/AAAAAAAAACA/MjqM-QHpI_s/s1600-h/P3040219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038948982228411458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re3xZt8KZEI/AAAAAAAAACA/MjqM-QHpI_s/s320/P3040219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re3xF98KZDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qiN1U9R4MS0/s1600-h/P3040213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038948642925995058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re3xF98KZDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qiN1U9R4MS0/s320/P3040213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re3wyt8KZCI/AAAAAAAAABw/u2-7ef3mV4I/s1600-h/P3040214.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038948312213513250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re3wyt8KZCI/AAAAAAAAABw/u2-7ef3mV4I/s320/P3040214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ançã&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vila engraçada perto de Coimbra..&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que lá voltar para provar o Bolo de Ançã, imperdoável, ter lá estado e nao ter provado o bolo, mas tava dde chuva e tal( desculpas)  Mas assim sempre tenho mais um motivo para lá voltar:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-8086250068277728689?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/8086250068277728689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=8086250068277728689' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/8086250068277728689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/8086250068277728689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/03/vila-engraada-perto-de-coimbra.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Re3xZt8KZEI/AAAAAAAAACA/MjqM-QHpI_s/s72-c/P3040219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-4380161384081127001</id><published>2007-03-05T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:08.222Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RexkObFwLQI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZXYiZ6k7VxM/s1600-h/P3030109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038512282073574658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RexkObFwLQI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZXYiZ6k7VxM/s320/P3030109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RexjvLFwLPI/AAAAAAAAABg/_ZgxILi2sp0/s1600-h/P3030019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038511745202662642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RexjvLFwLPI/AAAAAAAAABg/_ZgxILi2sp0/s320/P3030019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dizem que Coimbra tem mais encanto na hora da despedida, eu acho que tem encanto sempre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fim de semana espectacular:)&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/27443324-4380161384081127001?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/4380161384081127001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=4380161384081127001' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4380161384081127001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4380161384081127001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/03/dizem-que-coimbra-tem-mais-encanto-na.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RexkObFwLQI/AAAAAAAAABo/ZXYiZ6k7VxM/s72-c/P3030109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-4155234447513272206</id><published>2007-02-28T19:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:08.429Z</updated><title type='text'>Fórum Montijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/ReXUp0HzKKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FJo9vfk5nqA/s1600-h/Imagem+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036665573114849442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/ReXUp0HzKKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FJo9vfk5nqA/s320/Imagem+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/ReXT_EHzKJI/AAAAAAAAABI/YmZsrbzNTkU/s1600-h/Imagem+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036664838675441810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/ReXT_EHzKJI/AAAAAAAAABI/YmZsrbzNTkU/s320/Imagem+001.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/27443324-4155234447513272206?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/4155234447513272206/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=4155234447513272206' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4155234447513272206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/4155234447513272206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/frum-montijo.html' title='Fórum Montijo'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/ReXUp0HzKKI/AAAAAAAAABQ/FJo9vfk5nqA/s72-c/Imagem+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-8604111878688228225</id><published>2007-02-22T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:43:23.848Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alguém especial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se algum dia alguem lhe procurar..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Com frio... É porque você tem o cobertor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com alegria... É porque você tem o sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com lágrimas... É porque você tem o lenço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com versos... É porque você tem a música.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com dor... É porque você tem o curativo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras... É porque você tem a audição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com fome... É porque você tem o alimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com beijos... É porque você tem o mel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com dúvidas... É porque você tem o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com orquestras... É porque você tem a festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com desânimo... É porque você tem o estímulo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com fantasias... É porque você tem a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com desespero... É porque você tem a Serenidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com entusiasmo... É porque você tem o brilho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com segredos... É porque você tem a cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com tumulto... É porque você tem a calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com confiança... É porque você tem a força.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com medo... É porque você tem o AMOR!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembra-te que cada um de nós há-de ser especial para um outro alguém, algures no mundo, é nisto que eu acredito!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-8604111878688228225?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/8604111878688228225/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=8604111878688228225' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/8604111878688228225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/8604111878688228225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/algum-especial-se-algum-dia-alguem-lhe.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-637163491220717757</id><published>2007-02-21T22:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:08.548Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdzOHFnAT2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/P2x2IOfJ_vM/s1600-h/rth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034125104653553506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdzOHFnAT2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/P2x2IOfJ_vM/s320/rth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"À medida que crescemos, vamos reconhecendo o valor de cada pessoa presente em nossas vidas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É engraçado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao mesmo tempo em que existe aquela,a qual pode embarcar numa viagem apenas de ida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e que não faria a menor falta,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;também existe aquela de quem jamais queremos nos distanciar e com a qual precisamos manter sempre contato e uma boa aproximação para vivermos satisfeitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas o que haveria de importante em uma relação de dois “estranhos”, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;para sentirem essa vontade e, até, necessidade de manterem comunicação?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;hoje, mais do que nunca, é simples encontrar essa resposta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabe-se que isso se chama nada menos que AMIZADE,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;uma das maiores dádivas e um dos sentimentos mais belos e nobres propiciado pelo nosso grande Pai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Infelizmente, nem todos são possuidores desse dom, logo,muitos são iludidos e, posteriormente, decepcionados por pessoas insensíveis e incapazes de se firmarem em uma das mais importantes relações humanas &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Quem nunca ouviu histórias de duas pessoas que eram muito amigas e em tempos passados uma se decepcionou? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ninguém!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que acontece é que não podemos deixar de viver esse belo sentimento por causa de uma “história”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não podemos deixar de crer na sinceridade por causa de um ou de dois.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precisamos confiar e saber em quem confiar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não podemos nos juntar ao mal e nunca experimentarmos o bem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida sem amigos nada seria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas amigos verdadeiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquele que lhe acompanha nas suas derrotas e vitórias;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquele que lhe oferece o ombro para você encher de lágrimas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquele que lhe levanta quando você cai;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;e, acima de tudo, aquele leva você dentro do coração para onde quer que váe não tem medo de demonstrar o quanto ama e se importa com um VERDADEIRO AMIGO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amizade é isso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não podemos nos prender ao dicionário e acreditar que a amizade é “um sentimento de afeição,estima e benevolência”. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amizade não se define, simplesmente, se vive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A amizade é a reciprocidade do respeito, do carinho, do amor e da afeição também, mas não podemos defini-la universalmente,visto que cada um tem a sua forma de demonstrá-la.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um amigo vale mais que qualquer tesouro nesse mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Privilegiado é aquele que pode contar com um.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que seria cair e ter de levantar só?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que seria querer chorare ter de ir a um quarto escuro? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que seria precisar de uma ajudae ter de fazer sozinho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, se tudo pode ser feito em par,o porquê de fazer isolado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O porquê de se excluir do mundo, prendendo-se a si próprio e não acreditando numa possível ajuda a ser recebida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenha medo de se prender a uma amizade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Viva uma amizade;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ame uma amizade; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tenha uma amizade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demonstre todo o seu carinho e respeito por um amigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demonstre o quanto você ama e se importa com ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenha vergonha desse nobre sentimento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em uma amizade tem que haver cumplicidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se você tem um amigo, diga o quanto se preocupa com ele quantas vezes forem necessárias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demonstre seu sentimento e não tenha medo do que receberá.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dê um “tudo” de si, e não se importe em receber um “nada”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saiba que, em algum lugar, sempre haverá um alguém querendo lhe dar um “tudo”.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamais se esqueça de que todos nós somos vulneráveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não podemos recriminar nossos amigos por um, dois ou três erros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se ele errou; paciência! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se ele persistiu no erro; paciência, também!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não compensa perder uma amizade por causa de pequenos ou mesmo grandes erros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Erros podem ser corrigidos, mas amizades destruídas são irreparáveis.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como ele errou, um dia você poderá errar e tenha certeza de que sua lealdade será lembrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Demonstre os erros, releve os erros e esqueça os erros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não troque seus amigos por nada nesse mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Faça dos seus amigos seus irmãos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faça dos seus amigos sua família! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-637163491220717757?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/637163491220717757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=637163491220717757' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/637163491220717757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/637163491220717757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/medida-que-crescemos-vamos-reconhecendo.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdzOHFnAT2I/AAAAAAAAAA8/P2x2IOfJ_vM/s72-c/rth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-3422866884015349271</id><published>2007-02-20T23:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-20T23:13:52.103Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Somos pássaros voadores.&lt;br /&gt;Porém, se as asas do ânimo e entusiasmo estão quebradas ou não crescem não é possível voar. Veja os filhotes.&lt;br /&gt;Eles tentam voar mas não conseguem porque suas asas ainda são pequenas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando eles veêm os pais voando, eles ficam entusiasmados e voam.&lt;br /&gt;Sem entusiasmo não é possível voar alto.&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que perdem o entusiasmo rapidamente envelhecem.&lt;br /&gt;Se você quer manter-se jovem, tenha sempre a atitude de aprender.&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que você pensa que não há mais nada a aprender, você fica velho."&lt;br /&gt;( Brahma Kumaris )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-3422866884015349271?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/3422866884015349271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=3422866884015349271' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3422866884015349271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3422866884015349271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/somos-pssaros-voadores.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-3318608063823005162</id><published>2007-02-17T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-17T18:58:01.828Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Já xegou o Carnaval:) !!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que nao gostam do Carnaval, até há uns anitos tambem nao ligava muito, mas desde há 3 anos que me comecei a mascarar, e tem sido bastante divertido... E entao para mim que adoro música brasileira, é fabuloso...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-3318608063823005162?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/3318608063823005162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=3318608063823005162' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3318608063823005162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3318608063823005162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/j-xegou-o-carnaval-existem-pessoas-que.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-755228174557414213</id><published>2007-02-14T15:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:08.769Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdMr7FnAT1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rS0R30jwOL0/s1600-h/S%20tatty%20teddy%20mooie%20afbeelding.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031413502821027666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdMr7FnAT1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rS0R30jwOL0/s320/S%2520tatty%2520teddy%2520mooie%2520afbeelding.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;E viva o consumismo, mais um dia feito ppara as lojas facturarem....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dia dos namorados deveria ser todos os dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Mas mesmo assim, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Feliz dia de S. Valentim&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/27443324-755228174557414213?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/755228174557414213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=755228174557414213' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/755228174557414213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/755228174557414213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/e-viva-o-consumismo-mais-um-dia-feito.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdMr7FnAT1I/AAAAAAAAAAw/rS0R30jwOL0/s72-c/S%2520tatty%2520teddy%2520mooie%2520afbeelding.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-3251795301371591939</id><published>2007-02-12T23:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:08.932Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdD6N1nAT0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jRBTUJcY79w/s1600-h/P2040106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030795899408764738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdD6N1nAT0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jRBTUJcY79w/s320/P2040106.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pôr do sol em Peniche...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mais propriamente visto da  Marina&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-3251795301371591939?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/3251795301371591939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=3251795301371591939' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3251795301371591939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3251795301371591939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/pr-do-sol-em-peniche.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/RdD6N1nAT0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/jRBTUJcY79w/s72-c/P2040106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-483393608682997193</id><published>2007-02-11T23:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:09.170Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rc-ngFnATzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HtoPbkdjPM8/s1600-h/P2100001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030423478499561266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rc-ngFnATzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HtoPbkdjPM8/s320/P2100001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que era uma espécie de Sushi!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-483393608682997193?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/483393608682997193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=483393608682997193' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/483393608682997193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/483393608682997193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/dizem-que-era-uma-espcie-de-sushi.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rc-ngFnATzI/AAAAAAAAAAY/HtoPbkdjPM8/s72-c/P2100001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-6042779328592384903</id><published>2007-02-05T02:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T02:02:15.818Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Nao sei em que pais vives ou de que planeta desceste,&lt;br /&gt; mas tenho a certeza que vives na terra e que,&lt;br /&gt; tal como eu,&lt;br /&gt;sonhas com um amor perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;feito de paz e de acucar,&lt;br /&gt; um amor seguro e tranquilo que a distancia nao mata nem o silencio consome.&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser que se torne mesmo verdade e um dia destes entres pela porta da minha casa e me digas que nunca mais te vais embora.&lt;br /&gt;Mas,&lt;br /&gt; mesmo que nunca venhas,&lt;br /&gt; és o meu amor perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;a imagem idealizada do que desejo e mereço,&lt;br /&gt; o sonho que me faz acordar e sentir-me outra vez com dez anos,&lt;br /&gt; com estrelas no olhos e o coracao cheio de acucar. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço o autor, mas adoro o poema:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-6042779328592384903?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/6042779328592384903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=6042779328592384903' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6042779328592384903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/6042779328592384903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/nao-sei-em-que-pais-vives-ou-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-5781689705755596745</id><published>2007-02-05T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-05T01:42:12.417Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mais um fim de semana que passou...&lt;br /&gt;Pode se dizer que nem foi mau, nem foi excelente.. &lt;br /&gt;Viveu-se...&lt;br /&gt;Eu diria que tinha motivos para tar mal humorada, mas enfim... Quando tamos bem connosco mesmos, pode o mundo caír em cima de nós que não nos afecta tanto, mas tambem quando não tamos bem, à minima coisa atiramos tudo pelo ar..&lt;br /&gt;Melhores dias virão... e desde que tenha esta boa disposiçao... que venham eles:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-5781689705755596745?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/5781689705755596745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=5781689705755596745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5781689705755596745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5781689705755596745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/mais-um-fim-de-semana-que-passou.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-3869029460507911958</id><published>2007-02-03T22:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:15:16.547Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem ao acabar de ler um livro, senti-me insatisfeita, a história não teve um final feliz, como eu o esperava...&lt;br /&gt;Já reparei há uns tempos atrás e cada vez acho mais que buscamos nos livros e nos filmes não só uma maneira de passar o tempo, mas  também um final feliz, um conto de fadas, um final perfeito, já que por vezes a vida não corre como esperamos, queremos que ao menos na ficção tudo termine bem, para continuarmos a sonhar e a acreditar..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-3869029460507911958?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/3869029460507911958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=3869029460507911958' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3869029460507911958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/3869029460507911958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/02/ontem-ao-acabar-de-ler-um-livro-senti.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-5146047272733617779</id><published>2007-01-28T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T00:18:09.377Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rb0kCtJtgsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q2FuNHLlWX8/s1600-h/garfield.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025212388114006722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rb0kCtJtgsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q2FuNHLlWX8/s320/garfield.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     "  O sorriso... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é o cartão de visita das pessoas saudáveis.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Distribua-o gentilmente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  O diálogo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é a ponte que liga as duas margens, do eu à do tu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Transmite-o bastante.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O amor..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.é a melhor música na partitura da vida.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Sem ele, você será um eterno desafinado.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A bondade...          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; é a flor mais atraente do jardim de um coração bem cultivado. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Plante estas flores.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; A alegria...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;é o perfume gratificante, fruto do dever cumprido. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Esbanje-o, o mundo precisa dele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  A paz da consciência...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; é o melhor travesseiro para o sono da tranquilidade.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Viva em paz consigo mesmo.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A fé..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.é a bússola certa para os navios errantes, incertos, buscando as praias da eternidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Utilize-a. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  A esperança...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; é o vento bom enfunando as velas do nosso barco.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Chame-o para dentro do seu quotidiano."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-5146047272733617779?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/5146047272733617779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=5146047272733617779' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5146047272733617779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/5146047272733617779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-sorriso.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HAzqq_COEew/Rb0kCtJtgsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/q2FuNHLlWX8/s72-c/garfield.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-9052191189787829448</id><published>2007-01-25T23:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-25T23:10:32.350Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É curioso que quando não conhecemos uma pessoa, tecemos juízos na maior parte falsos, que não correspondem à realidade..&lt;br /&gt;Quantas vezes já me aconteceu olhar para alguém e pôr mil e um defeitos nessa pessoa, e nada fazer para a conhecer melhor, porque na minha cabeça a pessoa não presta, é convencida, ou porque alguém me falou dessa pessoa de uma forma menos bonita…Porém em alguns casos quando conhecemos a pessoa, vimos que estávamos enganados, que a pessoa não é nada daquilo que nós pensávamos…&lt;br /&gt;Devemos dar o benefício da dúvida e conhecermos as pessoas e não  tirarmos conclusões precipitadas…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-9052191189787829448?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/9052191189787829448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=9052191189787829448' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/9052191189787829448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/9052191189787829448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/curioso-que-quando-no-conhecemos-uma.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116951025907191489</id><published>2007-01-22T23:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-22T23:57:39.090Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/965693/Saw%203%20poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/404459/Saw%25203%2520poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá consegui finalmente ir ver o Saw 3...&lt;br /&gt;Parecia que já me andavam a trocar as voltas... sempre que o queria ir ver nao dava... mas hoje lá tive sorte:)&lt;br /&gt;Pena aquelas cadeiras daquele pressuposto "cinema"  (aquilo era uma sala qualquer com umas cadeiras do mais reles que havia)&lt;br /&gt;Mas valeu a pena:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116951025907191489?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116951025907191489/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116951025907191489' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116951025907191489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116951025907191489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/l-consegui-finalmente-ir-ver-o-saw-3.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116942362414320365</id><published>2007-01-21T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:53:45.173Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será que é amanhã (22 de Janeiro) que consigo ver o Saw 3 no cinema???&lt;br /&gt;Espero que sim;);)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116942362414320365?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116942362414320365/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116942362414320365' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116942362414320365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116942362414320365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/ser-que-amanh-22-de-janeiro-que.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116942216761230319</id><published>2007-01-21T23:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T23:29:27.876Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;FF8 ft. Queen-Innuendo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/ShYJETrEQmY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/ShYJETrEQmY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;A bela da música...&lt;br /&gt;quando mais nos queremos lembrar.. mais a memória falha....;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116942216761230319?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116942216761230319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116942216761230319' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116942216761230319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116942216761230319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/ff8-ft.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116941062990418548</id><published>2007-01-21T20:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-21T20:17:09.930Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.queen-lyrics.com/Queen_Band.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.queen-lyrics.com/Queen_Band.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;br /&gt;Queen&lt;br /&gt;Compositor: Freddie Mercury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this the real life?&lt;br /&gt;Is this just fantasy&lt;br /&gt;?Caught in a landslide&lt;br /&gt;No escape from reality&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Look up to the skies and see&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a poor boy,&lt;br /&gt;I need no sympathy&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy come, easy go&lt;br /&gt;A little high, little low&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows,&lt;br /&gt;doesn't really matter to me, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama, just killed a man&lt;br /&gt;Put a gun against his head&lt;br /&gt;Pulled my trigger, now he's dead&lt;br /&gt;Mama, life had just begun&lt;br /&gt;But now I've gone and thrown it all away&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooo&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to make you cry&lt;br /&gt;If I'm not back again this time tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Carry on, carry on,&lt;br /&gt;As if nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, my time has come&lt;br /&gt;Sends shivers down my spine&lt;br /&gt;Body's aching all the time&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye everybody - I've got to go&lt;br /&gt;Gotta leave you all behind&lt;br /&gt;And face the truth&lt;br /&gt;Mama, ooo - I don't want to die&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a little silhouetto of a man&lt;br /&gt;Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango&lt;br /&gt;Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo, Gallileo,&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo, Gallileo,&lt;br /&gt;Gallileo Figaro - magnifico&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me&lt;br /&gt;He's just a poor boy from a poor family&lt;br /&gt;Spare him his life from this monstrosity&lt;br /&gt;Easy come easy go - will you let me go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! No - we will not let you go -Let him goBismillah!&lt;br /&gt;We will not let you go - let him go&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah! We will not let you go - let me go&lt;br /&gt;Will not let you go - let me go (never)&lt;br /&gt;Never let you go - let me go&lt;br /&gt;Never let me go - ooo&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, no, no, no, no -&lt;br /&gt;Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go&lt;br /&gt;Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you think&lt;br /&gt;You can stole me and spit in my eye&lt;br /&gt;So you think you can love me&lt;br /&gt;And leave me to die&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby - can't do this to me baby&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get out -&lt;br /&gt;Just gotta get right outta here&lt;br /&gt;Ooh yeah, ooh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters&lt;br /&gt;Anyone can see&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters -&lt;br /&gt;Nothing really matters to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway the wind blows..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116941062990418548?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116941062990418548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116941062990418548' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116941062990418548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116941062990418548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/bohemian-rhapsody-queen-compositor.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116933463999394699</id><published>2007-01-20T23:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T23:10:40.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Queen - Bohemian Rhapsody&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/pzANxm3_2DQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/pzANxm3_2DQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;"A alegria está na luta, na tentativa, no sofrimento envolvido. Não na vitória propriamente dita."&lt;br /&gt;(Mahatma Gandhi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116933463999394699?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116933463999394699/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116933463999394699' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116933463999394699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116933463999394699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/queen-bohemian-rhapsody-alegria-est-na.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116925957016858678</id><published>2007-01-20T02:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-20T02:19:30.440Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/674073/P1160017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/316721/P1160017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/86413/P1160015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/421597/P1160015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/476042/P1160014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/327349/P1160014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/737018/P1160018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/694431/P1160018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Campo Pequeno&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116925957016858678?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116925957016858678/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116925957016858678' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116925957016858678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116925957016858678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/campo-pequeno.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116915905709220061</id><published>2007-01-18T22:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-18T22:24:17.123Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/772589/4672.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/400/531221/4672.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O falecido jornalista britânico Joe Strombel (McShane), cuja morte os colegas ainda choram, mantém-se empenhado em seguir uma pista sobre a identidade de "O Assassino da Carta de Tarot" que está à solta em Londres. Mas na sua actual condição, como consegue ele prosseguir com a sua investigação? Através de Sondra Pransky (Johansson), que está bem viva! Sondra é uma estudante norte-americana que está de visita a uns amigos em Londres. Durante um espectáculo de Sid Waterman (Allen), um ilusionista americano, Sondra entra em choque quando se apercebe que consegue ver e ouvir Joe. Do além, Joe fornece-lhe o maior furo da sua vida e incentiva-a a segui-lo... Esta perseguição atira-a para o perfeito Peter Lyman (Jackman), aristocrata britânico, e Sondra depressa descobre que a paixão da sua vida poderá bem ser o perigoso furo que ela tanto procura. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para acabar as mini férias resolvi ir ao Cascais Shopping ver um filmezito, acabei por ver o Scoop, um filme bastante simples e suave, mas que ainda dá para sorrir um bocadinho, e depois vaelu a pena pelo sotaque britanico de &lt;a class="pessoa" href="http://www.cinema.ptgate.pt/quem.php?code=85"&gt;Hugh Jackman&lt;/a&gt;... Pena é que agora haja intervalos no cinema lusomundo, mas tirando isso até foi bom..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116915905709220061?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116915905709220061/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116915905709220061' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116915905709220061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116915905709220061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-falecido-jornalista-britnico-joe.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116906887329399863</id><published>2007-01-17T21:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T21:21:13.723Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/357023/P1160120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/400/353340/P1160120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei qual o nome desta flor, mas achei-a bastante engraçada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116906887329399863?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116906887329399863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116906887329399863' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116906887329399863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116906887329399863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-sei-qual-o-nome-desta-flor-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116906516013245202</id><published>2007-01-17T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-17T20:19:20.266Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;N㯠queiras saber de mim&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/yQlZx2KHInk"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/yQlZx2KHInk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;lindaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116906516013245202?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116906516013245202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116906516013245202' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116906516013245202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116906516013245202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/nqueiras-saber-de-mim-lindaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116898653603137551</id><published>2007-01-16T22:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T22:39:48.223Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/187403/P1160115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/507350/P1160115.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/956109/P1160048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/838978/P1160048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/932058/P1160032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/916273/P1160032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/168060/P1160047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/342024/P1160047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma boa tarde passada no Estoril, pena o nevoeiro, mas fora isso... teve se muito bem..&lt;br /&gt;Além disso andei de comboio, coisa que ja nao fazia há mais de uma decada...&lt;br /&gt;isto de morar na aldeia, longe de tudo... nao tá com nada...&lt;br /&gt;Mas assim de uma pequena coisa faço uma festa:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116898653603137551?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116898653603137551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116898653603137551' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116898653603137551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116898653603137551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/foi-uma-boa-tarde-passada-no-estoril.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116893577210972151</id><published>2007-01-16T08:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-16T08:22:52.126Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;damien rice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/0onsctmoYWI"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/0onsctmoYWI" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116893577210972151?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116893577210972151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Ana Carolina - É ISSO AI!!!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/3kgd5WHyC0Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/3kgd5WHyC0Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116893559041830176?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116893559041830176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116893559041830176' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116893559041830176'/><link rel='self' 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cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Já é conhecida a paixão que os brasileiros tem em pegar em musicas estrangeiras e mudá-las para a sua língua..&lt;br /&gt;Ontem ao passar por um blog i uma letra de Ana Carolina que me despertou a atençao, pois quando vou ao youtube, reparo que é a versao de Damien Rice..&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que gostei da musica em brasileiro, mas a inglesa foi o meu "primeiro amor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kgd5WHyC0Q"&gt;http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3kgd5WHyC0Q&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116888404129436229?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116888404129436229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/param-namemovie-value.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116822071461753208</id><published>2007-01-08T01:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:45:14.616Z</updated><title type='text'>sonhos vencidos</title><content type='html'>hoje rendi-me mesmo a tv, sem ser preciso recorrer a um dvd..&lt;br /&gt;À tarde vendo um pequeno anuncio do filme que iria dar à noite, fiquei logo com curiosidade.. Sabendo que um dos actores era o Morgan Freeman e outro o Clint Eastwood a expectativa ainda era maior... E de facto valeu mesmo a pena, e a Rtp nao tem intervalos assim tao grandes como os outros canais da concorrencia..&lt;br /&gt;Million Dollar Baby - Sonhos Vencidos é um filme que vale mesmo a pena, pelo menos para mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116822071461753208?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116822071461753208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116822071461753208' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116822071461753208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116822071461753208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/sonhos-vencidos.html' title='sonhos vencidos'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116822019702857347</id><published>2007-01-08T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-08T01:38:25.870Z</updated><title type='text'>what´s love got to do with it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlT8POUSmj0"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlT8POUSmj0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116822019702857347?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116822019702857347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116822019702857347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116822019702857347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116822019702857347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/whats-love-got-to-do-with-it.html' title='what´s love got to do with it'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116777361067559902</id><published>2007-01-02T21:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-02T21:33:30.703Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Andei mesmo ausente daqui...&lt;br /&gt;passei o natal com anginas, eu que nunca tinha tido anginas, tinha logo que me calhar nas vesperas do natal, portanto nao pude comer muitos doces, pois custava imenso a engolir, e beber tambem nao, porque nadava medicada... já tive natais melhores:(   passear tambem nao pude, porque nao convinha andar por aí, e ainda piorar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas pensei que o ano novo fosse melhor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estive a trabalhar até às 23:00, fui a casa tomar um duche, vestir e ir ter com a familia, cheguei ao meu destino 2 minutos antes das 00:00, foi bastante divertido... Acho que já nao me ria assim como naquela noite há uns bons meses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no dia a seguir foi o meu pai para o hospital....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh que sorte.....&lt;br /&gt;espero que a continuaçao do nao seja melhor que o primeiro dia...&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho esperança que sim...&lt;br /&gt;que 2007 vai ser melhor que 2006, se logo no inicio nao acreditarmos nisto, será mais dificil depois.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116777361067559902?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116777361067559902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116777361067559902' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116777361067559902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116777361067559902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2007/01/andei-mesmo-ausente-daqui.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116647360073485542</id><published>2006-12-18T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T20:26:40.760Z</updated><title type='text'>compras...</title><content type='html'>Metade das prendas de natal já estao feitas, agora falta o resto...&lt;br /&gt;E como dizia uma amiga o bom é tambem comprarmos algo para nós, ganha se logo motivaçao, pois foi mesmo isso que eu fiz...:)&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje em dia comprar prendas é muito dificil, toda a gente tem tudo... e depois compra se algo fica se na duvida se a pessoa vai gostar ou não..&lt;br /&gt;E entao comprar prendas para um criança de 4 anos é do piorio, na loja só via coisas semelhantes ao que ela tinha, ainda dei umas 4 voltas a uma loja à procura de algo diferente... Eles hoje nem dao a devida importancia aos presentes, ao receber algo... tem tudo, e por um lado ainda bem que assim  é..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116647360073485542?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116647360073485542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116647360073485542' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116647360073485542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116647360073485542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/12/compras.html' title='compras...'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116640199949046763</id><published>2006-12-18T00:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-18T00:33:19.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Santarém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/974634/PC110084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/107054/PC110084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/170382/PC110085.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/PC110085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/787332/PC110074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/464500/PC110074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Até parece impossível, mas estando eu aqui tao perto de Santarém, só lá tinha ido uma vez, e não conheci nada, visto ter ido só à feira da agricultura..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ora a semana passada lembrei-me que até tinha tempo e podia ir visitar Santarém..&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pude conhecer as portas do sol, que pelo menos para mim tem uma vista lindissima, passei a uma aldeia chamada Caneiras, onde se pode ver o rio tejo... E fui à famosa taberna do Quinzena, só ainda nao provei os petiscos de lá, mas ficará para uma próxima, até porque nao consegui ver nenhum  monumento à excepçao da Sé..&lt;br /&gt;isto de ter folga à segunda e os monumentos fechados, nao tá com nada, mas enfim, faz se o que se pode...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amanhã é o dia das compras de natal, nao é meu costume, mas este ano deixei tudo para a última, se calhar é devido à motivaçao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116640199949046763?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116640199949046763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116640199949046763' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116640199949046763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116640199949046763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/12/santarm.html' title='Santarém'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116604792425832895</id><published>2006-12-13T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:12:04.356Z</updated><title type='text'>Óbidos     Vila Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/366632/PC100051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/200/840309/PC100051.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/80198/PC100074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/200/765861/PC100074.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/829827/PC100035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/200/22323/PC100035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/776741/PC100046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/200/851592/PC100046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o natal mais animado de sempre, dizem eles...&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei se o problema é meu, se ando demasiado critica, mas para dizer a verdade, nao achei nada de por ali além..&lt;br /&gt;A iluminaçao à volta do Castelo tá fabulosa, pelo menos isso eu adorei,tambem há a famosa pista de gelo, para as crianças e os graúdos poderem por lá se divertir...&lt;br /&gt;depois para quem nao viu as figurinhas de chocolate, pode aproveitar porque elas estao lá expostas..&lt;br /&gt;os presépios tambem estao engraçados...&lt;br /&gt;fora isso só lá indo mesmo espreitar para tirarem as próprias conclusões...&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos posso dizer que lá estive.... se valeu a pena ou não, já é outra história....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116604792425832895?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116604792425832895/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116604792425832895' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116604792425832895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116604792425832895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/12/bidos-vila-natal.html' title='Óbidos     Vila Natal'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116574848820382710</id><published>2006-12-10T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:01:28.233Z</updated><title type='text'>Moby</title><content type='html'>Dream About Me- Moby&lt;br /&gt;BabeOh,&lt;br /&gt;dream about me Lie...&lt;br /&gt; on the phone to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me no truthIf it is bad&lt;br /&gt;There's enough in my life&lt;br /&gt; To make me so sad&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Color fills our lives&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Someone else tonight&lt;br /&gt;BabeOh,&lt;br /&gt; dream about me&lt;br /&gt; On the phone&lt;br /&gt;Talking quietly&lt;br /&gt; I wanna be yours&lt;br /&gt;Oh, won't you be mine&lt;br /&gt;Against red skies&lt;br /&gt;For all time&lt;br /&gt;So dream about... us&lt;br /&gt;When we're old&lt;br /&gt; Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;How&lt;br /&gt;I will let go&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;And babeOh,&lt;br /&gt;dream about me&lt;br /&gt; Lie, on the phone to me&lt;br /&gt;Tell me no truthIf it is bad&lt;br /&gt;There's enough in my life&lt;br /&gt; To make me so sad&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Color fills our lives&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Someone else tonight&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;Color fills our song&lt;br /&gt;Just dream about&lt;br /&gt;How&lt;br /&gt; I will let go&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116574848820382710?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YL0--sajVl4' title='Moby'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116574848820382710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116574848820382710' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116574848820382710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116574848820382710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/12/moby.html' title='Moby'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116570375333502824</id><published>2006-12-09T22:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-09T22:35:53.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/579206/PC040150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/766212/PC040150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/57522/PC040127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/830403/PC040127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digamos que ver a árvore sem iluminaçao  e com iluminaçao é totalmente diferente....&lt;br /&gt;Vale mesmo   a pena vê-la à noite:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116570375333502824?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116570375333502824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116570375333502824' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116570375333502824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116570375333502824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/12/digamos-que-ver-rvore-sem-iluminaao-e.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116518114343479698</id><published>2006-12-03T21:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:25:43.456Z</updated><title type='text'>Sintra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/850322/PB270010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/173425/PB270010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/329847/PB270003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/614240/PB270003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/384610/PB270057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/694618/PB270057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim Sintra é mesmo um daqueles sitios especiais e fabulosos e que vale sempre a pena ser visitado..&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a mim há muito para ver e descobrir...&lt;br /&gt;E ainda tenho a sorte de alguns monumentos estarem abertos à segunda feira, o que começa a ser raro...&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez fui visitar o Palácio Nacional de Sintra, ainda tive sorte como so faço os 26 anos po ano, ainda tive reduçao no bilhete, o que é sempre bom...&lt;br /&gt;Gostei do Palácio, adorei ver a cozinha com as amgnificas chaminés, e tambem gostei das outras divisoes.. Mas continuo a preferir o Palácio da Pena..&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitei e fui conhecer a Lagoa Azul, mas como anoitece muito cedo e estava tempo de chuva, aquilo estava um cadito para o escuro, hei de la ir, para capatar melhores fotografias...&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda ficou muito para ver,  já tenho mais uns tantos motivos para continuar a ir a Sintra..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116518114343479698?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116518114343479698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116518114343479698' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116518114343479698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116518114343479698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/12/sintra.html' title='Sintra'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116466861362708812</id><published>2006-11-27T22:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:03:33.656Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/539454/jp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/307175/jp.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/1600/439456/200533111249329622.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/5098/2891/320/940331/200533111249329622.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daqui a poucos dias quero ir passar 2 dias a algum lado e estou na duvida entre Piódao e Amarante...&lt;br /&gt;qual das duas sugerem, ou se tiver uma melhor ideia agradeço:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116466861362708812?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116466861362708812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116466861362708812' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116466861362708812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116466861362708812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/11/daqui-poucos-dias-quero-ir-passar-2.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116432801467974710</id><published>2006-11-24T00:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-24T00:26:54.696Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu sou daquelas pessoas que acredita que nada acontece por acaso, tudo tem um motivo.&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas que passaram na nossa  vida, nao passaram por passar, deixaram um pouco, aprendemos com elas, desiludiram-nos, fizeram nos crescer. Fazem-nos pensar na vida com outros olhos, com outras prespectivas.&lt;br /&gt;Há uns dias andava bastante desmoralizada, céptica em relaçao a alguns assuntos.&lt;br /&gt;Actualmente nao sei se estarei mais feliz, mas já vejo a vida de outra maneira. E em parte agradeço a uma pessoa que passou por mim, e que infelizmente nao vai ficar, mas ficará sempre uma lembrança.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116432801467974710?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116432801467974710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116432801467974710' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116432801467974710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116432801467974710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/11/eu-sou-daquelas-pessoas-que-acredita.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116404128628833500</id><published>2006-11-20T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-20T16:48:06.340Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/PB130060.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/PB130060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ando descontente com as minhas folgas, ou entao com o facto de a maior parte dos monumentos encerrar às segundas feiras.&lt;br /&gt;A  semana passada estive  em Lisboa e a maior partes dos monumentos estava encerrada, claro que a já os tinha visto, mais que nao fosse em viagens de estudo, mas isso já foi à tanto tempo e ainda nao tinha maquina fotográfica para depois relembrar..&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos pude provar os pastéis de Belem,  valeu por isso..&lt;br /&gt;Parece me que so quando tiver ferias poderei visitar museus e afins.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que deviam tar abertos todos os dias, mas essa é a minha hulmide opiniao..&lt;br /&gt;Boa semaninha...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116404128628833500?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116404128628833500/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116404128628833500' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116404128628833500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116404128628833500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/11/ando-descontente-com-as-minhas-folgas.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116352846476358248</id><published>2006-11-14T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-14T18:21:04.786Z</updated><title type='text'>pensar..</title><content type='html'>Por vezes(ou na maior parte do tempo) só damos valor às coisas quando as perdemos..&lt;br /&gt;houve alguem que uma vez me disse que antes de dizermos algo, deviamos pensar 7 vezes, neste momento acho que esta afirmaçao faz tudo o sentido. pois por vezes dizemos as coisas sem pensar, e quando reflectimos vemos q fizemos asneira... e por vezes nao dá pa voltar atrás..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116352846476358248?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116352846476358248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116352846476358248' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116352846476358248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116352846476358248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/11/pensar.html' title='pensar..'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116327264551721919</id><published>2006-11-11T19:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-11T19:17:25.536Z</updated><title type='text'>dia mau...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/pergunta(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/pergunta%281%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que normalmente, sempre magoamos as pessoas que mais gostam de nós?? As que só mereciam que as amassemos.&lt;br /&gt; porque é que nao mandamos no coraçao?   :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116327264551721919?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116327264551721919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116327264551721919' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116327264551721919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116327264551721919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/11/dia-mau.html' title='dia mau...'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116318439639969349</id><published>2006-11-10T18:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-10T18:46:36.423Z</updated><title type='text'>insatisfaçao</title><content type='html'>Estou além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nao consigo dominar&lt;br /&gt;Este estado de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt; A pressa de chegar&lt;br /&gt;P'ra nao chegar tarde&lt;br /&gt; Nao sei de que é que eu fujo&lt;br /&gt; Sera desta solidao&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque é que eu recuso&lt;br /&gt; Quem quer dar-me a mao&lt;br /&gt;Vou continuar a procurar&lt;br /&gt; A quem eu me quero dar&lt;br /&gt;Porque até aqui eu só:&lt;br /&gt; Quero quem quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem nao conheci&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt; Quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt; Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem nao conheci&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero quem&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu nunca vi&lt;br /&gt; Esta insatisfacao&lt;br /&gt;Nao consigo compreender&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esta sensacao&lt;br /&gt; Que estou a perder&lt;br /&gt; Tenho pressa de sair&lt;br /&gt; Quero sentir ao chegar&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de partir&lt;br /&gt;P'ra outro lugar&lt;br /&gt; Vou continuar a procurar&lt;br /&gt; A minha forma&lt;br /&gt;O meu lugar&lt;br /&gt;Porque até aqui eu só:&lt;br /&gt; Estou bem aonde eu nao estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero ir&lt;br /&gt; Aonde eu nao vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt;Aonde eu nao estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero ir&lt;br /&gt;Aonde eu nao vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt; Aonde nao estou&lt;br /&gt;Estou bem aonde eu nao estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero ir&lt;br /&gt;Aonde eu nao vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt; Aonde eu nao estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero ir&lt;br /&gt; Aonde eu nao vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt; Aonde eu nao estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero ir&lt;br /&gt; Aonde eu nao vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt; Aonde nao estou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só quero ir&lt;br /&gt; Aonde eu nao vou&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu só estou bem&lt;br /&gt; Aonde nao estou "&lt;br /&gt;    António Variaçoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequenina que fui acostumada a ouvir este senhor, por o meu pai adorar, ficou sempre em mim o gosto pelas musicas e essencialmente pelas letras, há algumas letras que para mim fazem todo o sentido..&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento sinto me como a musica, tou bem onde nao estou...&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais chego à conclusao que o ser humano é um ser insatisfeito. passa um tempo a sonhar com algo, e quando finalmente tem aquilo com que sonhou, já nao lhe acha a minima piada:(&lt;br /&gt;espero q isto melhore..&lt;br /&gt;bom fim de semana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116318439639969349?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116318439639969349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116318439639969349' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116318439639969349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116318439639969349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/11/insatisfaao.html' title='insatisfaçao'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116285856801600457</id><published>2006-11-06T23:58:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T01:04:24.926Z</updated><title type='text'>festival Internacional de Óbidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/PB060033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/PB060033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/PB060019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/PB060019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/PB060006.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/PB060006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como escrevi aqui ha dias, ainda nao conhecia o festival de chocolate em Óbidos, o que para mim era uma vergonha, por estar aqui tao perto, mas como houve 1 ano que lá tentei ir ao domingo e vi um monte de filas desisti, mas este ano prometi que iria, aproveitei a segunda, pq é um dia que é de menos movimento e é tambem o dia da folga.&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que fiquei um cadinho desapontada, esperava um cadito mais, é claro que as esculturas sao impr essionantes, ficamos a olhar e a pensar como é possivel aquilo ser tudo feito de chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos fiz algo que queria mesmo fazer e já nao posso dizer que nao conheço..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/PB060012.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116285856801600457?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116285856801600457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116285856801600457' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116285856801600457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116285856801600457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/11/festival-internacional-de-bidos_06.html' title='festival Internacional de Óbidos'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116281521456324096</id><published>2006-11-06T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T12:13:34.583Z</updated><title type='text'>the gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/the_gift_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/the_gift_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fácil de Entender&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por não saber o que será melhor, aproximei.&lt;br /&gt;"O meu corpo é o teu corpo, o desejo entregue a nós".&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá eu que queres dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Despedir-me de ti, adeus um dia voltarei a ser feliz..&lt;br /&gt;. Talvez por não saber falar de cor, aproximei...&lt;br /&gt;Triste é o virar de costas o último adeus, sabe Deus o que quero dizer. Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim, tratar de mim, olhar para mim, escutar quem sou...&lt;br /&gt; E se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor, já não sei se sei o que é sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Se por falar falei, pensei que se falasse era mais fácil de entender...&lt;br /&gt;É o amor que chega ao fim, um final assim assim é mais fácil de entender...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116281521456324096?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116281521456324096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116281521456324096' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116281521456324096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116281521456324096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/11/gift.html' title='the gift'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116234082529926843</id><published>2006-11-01T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-01T00:27:05.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Festival Internacional  Chocolate</title><content type='html'>Começa quinta feira dia 2 de novembro o festival internacional de Óbidos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.festivalchocolate.cm-obidos.pt/"&gt;http://www.festivalchocolate.cm-obidos.pt/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por incrivel que pareça e tambem por desleixo meu nunca lá fui. E estou aqui tao perto,por vezes vamos a um sitio que fica tao longe para ver algo, e depois quando temos as coisas aqui ao lado desligamo-nos delas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas este ano quero ver se vou, pelo menos quero realizar as coisas que tenho a certeza que sao possiveis, pelo menos essas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116234082529926843?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116234082529926843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116234082529926843' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116234082529926843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116234082529926843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/10/festival-internacional-chocolate.html' title='Festival Internacional  Chocolate'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116182003007661712</id><published>2006-10-26T00:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T00:47:10.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ontem pela primeira vez fui a um videoculbe self service, chega -se a uma máquina escolhe-se um filme, vai se a outra e eles dao o filme,  confesso que assim as coisas funcionam mais rapido, as maquinas nao se põem a empatar e a pôr a ocnversa em dia, ficando os outros clientes à espera...&lt;br /&gt;Acho estas novas tecnologias surpreendentes, mas  cada vez mais nós lidamos com máquinas e nao com pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Compramos livros e  etc... pela internet, alugamos um filme a uma máquina, acho que se vai perdendo aquele convivio com as pessoas, e  o que a máquina está a fazer, tá a "roubar" mais  um lugar para uma pessoa...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116182003007661712?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116182003007661712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116182003007661712' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116182003007661712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116182003007661712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/10/ontem-pela-primeira-vez-fui-um.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116099855741020673</id><published>2006-10-16T12:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T12:35:57.443+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A tradiçao já nao é o que era</title><content type='html'>O fim de semana correu muito bem, vi uns dvds, tive com os amigos, tava mesmo a precisar...&lt;br /&gt;Há dias andava eu a procura de uma prenda para oferecer no aniversário da minha afilhada, quando reparo que em principios de outubro, já se emcontram muitos brinquedos à venda por causa do natal, até o panfleto do "Lidl" desta semana já traz coisas sobre o Natal.&lt;br /&gt;Se o ano passado fiquie surpresa por os " preparativos" começarem  em novembro, muito mais fiquei este ano por ser em outubro.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro de em 2005 quando chegou o natal, já tava fartinha de musicas de natal.&lt;br /&gt;Isto agora acaba o Verao começa-se a logo a pensar no natal, o que é triste eu acho.. Anda se a perder aquela alegria de quando eramos pequenos e chegava o natal..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se nota que a estaçao tá a mudar, esta noite já houve direito a trovoadas:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116099855741020673?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116099855741020673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116099855741020673' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116099855741020673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116099855741020673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/10/tradiao-j-nao-o-que-era.html' title='A tradiçao já nao é o que era'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116078100041789074</id><published>2006-10-14T00:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T00:10:00.436+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Depois de ter estado uns dias com a "neura", acho q está na hora de me levantar e olhar para a vida com um sorriso.&lt;br /&gt;É impressionante, mas quando estamos mal, por mais que nos dêem palavras de apoio, nos digam que o dia amanha vai ser melhor, pura e simplesmente nao acreditamos, nem temos forças para tal. queremos acreditar, mas é mais forte que nós.&lt;br /&gt;normalmente costumo guardar estas coisas para mim, acho que nao gosto de me mostrar frágil, que tou a precisar de apoio, é sempre mais facil falar com um "estranho" ou alguem q nao vamos ver no dia a seguir.. Nao gosto de ser confrontada com o tás melhor e tal... mas o q te deu para tares assim...&lt;br /&gt;Sei q os amigos so querem ajudar e estao a fazer a funçao deles, mas por vezes nós queremos-nos mostrar mais fortes do que aquilo que somos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas felizmente tudo isso já passou e o q lá vai lá vai, agora é o momento de afastar os pensamentos negativos e pô-los para trás das costas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116078100041789074?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116078100041789074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116078100041789074' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116078100041789074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116078100041789074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/10/depois-de-ter-estado-uns-dias-com.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116035211876372673</id><published>2006-10-09T00:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T01:01:58.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A crueldade seca o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;O lobo e o esquilo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" O esquilo, saltando de ramo em ramo, caiu certo dia sobre um lobo adormecido. O lobo agarrou-o e tratou de devorá-lo.&lt;br /&gt; O esquilo suplicou-lhe que o poupasse.&lt;br /&gt;    - Está bom, disse o lobo, eu te perdoarei a vida, mas com a condição de que me digas por que razão vós, os esquilos, andais sempre tão alegres. Eu ando sempre aborrecido, e, entretanto, vos vejo sempre satisfeitos e dispostos a brincar.&lt;br /&gt;O esquilo respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;    - Tenho medo de ti, não ouso falar; deixa-me saltar sobre um ramo e te direi.&lt;br /&gt; O lobo deixou.&lt;br /&gt;O esquilo saltou sobre uma árvore e de lá lhe disse:&lt;br /&gt;     - Tu te aborreces sempre, porque és mau; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;a crueldade seca o coração.&lt;/span&gt; Nós somos alegres, porque somos bons e não fazemos mal a pessoa alguma."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116035211876372673?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116035211876372673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116035211876372673' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116035211876372673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116035211876372673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/10/crueldade-seca-o-corao.html' title='A crueldade seca o coração'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-116008890974910442</id><published>2006-10-05T23:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T23:55:09.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>herpes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/180px-Herpes_labialis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/180px-Herpes_labialis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pois é ontem apareceu-me um companheiro no canto do lábio, o meu amigo herpes. Malditos, eles nunca sao benvindos, e aparecem sempre nos momentos piores.&lt;br /&gt;uma vez apareceu me no dia de um casamento, lá fui eu tirar fotografias com aquela coisa no lábio :(&lt;br /&gt;Depois há os medicamentos para que ele se cure mais rápidamente, a unica vez que utilizei algo para o herpes se ir embora, descobri que era alérgica ao medicamento..&lt;br /&gt;portanto agora nem utilizo nada, ele há de desaparecer.... espero eu que seja rápido&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-116008890974910442?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/116008890974910442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=116008890974910442' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116008890974910442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/116008890974910442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/10/herpes.html' title='herpes'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-115940128966677531</id><published>2006-09-28T00:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T00:54:49.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/termas%20de%20s%20pedro%20do%20sul%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/termas%20de%20s%20pedro%20do%20sul%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                          Sao Pedro do Sul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/rio%20teixeira%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/rio%20teixeira%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rio Teixeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/sever%20do%20vouga%20ponte%20(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/sever%20do%20vouga%20ponte%20%282%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sever do Vouga &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/molicieiros%20(1).4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/molicieiros%20%281%29.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os moliceiros&lt;br /&gt;e por acaso nao provei os ovos moles, assim sempre tenho uma desculpa para voltar a Aveiro, embora nao sejam precisas desculpas..&lt;br /&gt;para variar adorei as férias(como sempre) e sao sitios para voltar, principalmente Sao Pedro do Sul, para conhecer aquelas serras mais ao promenor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-115940128966677531?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/115940128966677531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=115940128966677531' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115940128966677531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115940128966677531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/09/sao-pedro-do-sul-rio-teixeira-sever-do.html' title=''/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-115928188776407788</id><published>2006-09-26T15:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T15:44:48.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As férias...</title><content type='html'>As minhas férias até nao foram más.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente conheci os "famosos" moliceiros, gostei de Aveiro, pena ter apanhado um fim de semana com alguma chuva, não dá para aproveitar tão bem como gostaria...&lt;br /&gt;Não conheci a aldeia mágica (Drave) perto de São  Pedro do Sul, aí senti -me mesmo frustrada, era algo que queria mesmo conhecer, mas ficará para outra vez... Por momentos até me ponho a pensar se quando fianalmente conhecer Drave nao ficarei desiludida, afinal de contas ponho  tantas expectativas, que já  nao sei...&lt;br /&gt;Mas é um sitio que quero mesmo conhecer...&lt;br /&gt;O pior de tudo foi mesmo a constipaçao que quis vir comigo, mas enfim, há de passar..&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nao consigo postar fotos, mas depois um dia destes eu coloco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-115928188776407788?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/115928188776407788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=115928188776407788' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115928188776407788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115928188776407788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-frias.html' title='As férias...'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-115892403656612281</id><published>2006-09-22T12:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T12:20:36.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumo ao norte</title><content type='html'>Daqui a alguns minutos vou até ao norte, ou ao principio dele.&lt;br /&gt;o pior é mesmo o tempo, nao ta a mostrar boa cara, mas eu lá vou na mesma, o q interessa é conhecer novos sitios, novas pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;vai ser uma viagem curtinha, domingo já cá estou de volta,mas espero que seja divertida e que supere as minhas expectativas...&lt;br /&gt;Bom fim de semana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-115892403656612281?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/115892403656612281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=115892403656612281' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115892403656612281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115892403656612281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/09/rumo-ao-norte.html' title='Rumo ao norte'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-115862982868825135</id><published>2006-09-19T02:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T02:37:08.706+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegaram as Férias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/lindo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/lindo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente chegaram as férias, andava mesmo a precisar,não para descansar, porque é coisa que nao tenho feito, quero aproveitar todos os minutos que tenho,acho que precisava de férias para mudar a rotina, para desanuviar...&lt;br /&gt;Há dias a falar com um amigo, estavamos a dizer que nem sempre contamosa tudo aos nossos amigos, que há sempre algo que guardamos para nós, ao que ele se sai e diz felizmente ainda nao conseguem ouvir os nossos pensamentos. Realmente seria muito mau e desagradavel as pessoas saberem aquilo que estamos a pensar naquele exacto momento... Ainda bem que os pensamentos sao só nossos:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-115862982868825135?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/115862982868825135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=115862982868825135' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115862982868825135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115862982868825135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/09/chegaram-as-frias.html' title='Chegaram as Férias...'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-115819321567742353</id><published>2006-09-14T01:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T01:20:15.720+01:00</updated><title type='text'>o preço da felicidade</title><content type='html'>O preço da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;"Quanto  pagarias para obter o teu maior sonho realizado?&lt;br /&gt; Até onde serias capaz de ir?&lt;br /&gt;Costumamos ouvir que a felicidade não tem preço.&lt;br /&gt; Há pessoas que dizem, sem muito refletir, que fariam qualquer coisa para serem felizes. Mas na verdade há limites.&lt;br /&gt; As pessoas não são felizes e não realizam seus sonhos, porque no fundo não estão dispostas a pagar qualquer preço. Querem obter tudo gratuitamente.&lt;br /&gt;Mas felicidade tem preço de renúncia.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém obtém seus desejos completamente sem ter que renunciar a uma ou mais coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo-se a mão para receber, larga-se também. É o que impede as pessoas de serem felizes, porque renúncia é uma palavra que quase ninguém gosta.&lt;br /&gt; Tenta pensar em abandonar a tua vida, com tudo o que tens e construíste, mas que não te dá satisfação, e ir correr o mundo atrás daquilo que o teu coração mais deseja.&lt;br /&gt; Tu não vais querer. Não, porque te falta coragem para renunciar à tua existência, mesmo se medíocre, porque é isso que te dá segurança.&lt;br /&gt; Pode não ser boa, mas é palpável, é o que tu tens.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos se enganam quando pensam que querem felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Para alguns basta ter segurança. Basta não, porque na verdade nunca estão completamente satisfeitos.&lt;br /&gt;Haverá sempre um vazio de não sei o quê, sempre a sensação de que falta algo.&lt;br /&gt;Só a felicidade pode preencher uma alma e dar plenitude à vida.&lt;br /&gt;Só a esperança mantém uma pessoa viva.&lt;br /&gt;Há os que se apegam a isso custe o que custar e correm atrás dos seus sonhos. Eles se decepcionam muitas vezes, mas nunca desistem.&lt;br /&gt;Sabem que tentam e isso já é o bastante.&lt;br /&gt; Vivem não através dos outros, mas deles mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;Outros preferem ficar como platéia. Falta coragem para subir no palco da vida.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade existe, mas parece utopia, ou não é coisa pra eles.&lt;br /&gt;O preço para ser feliz é alto demais, arriscado demais.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem sabe não é esse o charme da vida?&lt;br /&gt;O facto de sermos todos diferentes, de nos contentarmos de maneiras diferentes?&lt;br /&gt;Alguns gostam de ser estrelas; outros se satisfazem vivendo do brilho delas.&lt;br /&gt; E, no fim das contas, o importante mesmo é se sentir feliz, sendo o que se é, com o que se tem.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não quer abrir mão do que tem para ser feliz de outra maneira, que pelo menos o seja do jeito que escolheu.&lt;br /&gt; E que o seja plenamente! "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-115819321567742353?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/115819321567742353/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=115819321567742353' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115819321567742353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115819321567742353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-preo-da-felicidade.html' title='o preço da felicidade'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-115816889775220701</id><published>2006-09-13T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T18:34:57.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quase... já só falta o quase...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/1600/_Imagem1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5098/2891/320/_Imagem1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pois é já só falta mesmo o quase para a minha semaninha de férias... Domingo lá vou eu ter o merecido descanso, mas se depender de mim descansar é coisa que n farei, axo q vou precisar de férias para relaxar das férias... só espero q tudo corra pelo melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar conhecer Drave, uma aldeia sem nada, sem um café uma mercearia, unicamente a beleza natural como se pode ver pela foto..&lt;br /&gt;acho que lá vou descansar, mas primeiro que lá chegue é preciso caminhar a pé, porque lá nao passam meios de transportes, acho que vai ser engraçado..&lt;br /&gt;Depois conto como foi a aventura, mas ainda falta mais de uma semana:(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-115816889775220701?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/115816889775220701/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=115816889775220701' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115816889775220701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115816889775220701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/09/quase-j-s-falta-o-quase.html' title='quase... já só falta o quase...'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27443324.post-115807489498071747</id><published>2006-09-12T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T16:28:14.996+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As minhas manias</title><content type='html'>Parece que fui uma das escolhidas pela Anamoris, para dizer 6 das minhas manias..&lt;br /&gt;Mas isto é uma coisa dificil, acho que faalr dos outros é mais fácil, mas enfim lá terá que ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-A música tem que estar sempre presente no meu dia a dia, assim que acordo tenho que começar a ouvir música, assim que chego ao carro a 1ª coisa que faço é ligar o auto-rádio, sem música isto não funciona lá muito bem&lt;br /&gt;2-Odeio esperar e fazer esperar os outros, não gosto da falta de pontualidade dos portugueses em geral, se se combina uma hora é para cumprir..&lt;br /&gt;3-Tenho que estar sempre entretida com alguma coisa, ou dvds, ou televisão, net.. Não consigo tar muito tempo parada no mesmo sitio a pensar na vida, dá-me dores de cabeça..&lt;br /&gt;4-Passear, sempre que posso( o que ultimamente nao tem dado muito) lá pego na trouxa e vou conhecer Portugal.. Irritam me as pessoas que dizem que farto me de passear e conhecer novos sitios, mas que nada fazem para o conseguirem.. Resumindo, tenho por vezes um mau feitio desgraçado, como costumo dizer as pessoas ou adoram-me ou odeiam-me, nao há meio termo.&lt;br /&gt;5- A minha afilhada, adoro aquela miuda, sou uma madrinha babada.. É nela que busco forças para continuar e para sorrir, as crianças sao sem duvida o melhor do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As 6 pessoas que escolho para contarem as suas manias são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diário de um Anjo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensamentos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pedaços (à deriva)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Secret Garden&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu Querido Diário&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chussa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27443324-115807489498071747?l=clautixa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/feeds/115807489498071747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27443324&amp;postID=115807489498071747' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115807489498071747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27443324/posts/default/115807489498071747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://clautixa.blogspot.com/2006/09/as-minhas-manias.html' title='As minhas manias'/><author><name>clautixa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12532048870149350137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry></feed>
