<?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-34823849</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:05:28.788+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quiosque do café</title><subtitle type='html'>O porquê do meu nome?
Pois bem, qual o sítio onde há o maior leque de conversas distintas? Muitas interessantes, outras sem qualquer conteúdo.
- cafés, esplanadas e restaurantes? - sim, é provável...
Afinal, tomar / beber café é sempre uma boa desculpa para pôr conversas em dia.

E, como cada estabelecimento que se preze tem disponíveis jornais, livros e revistas, foi-me acrescentado o "quiosque", de modo a ser um pouco menos comum.

Espero que apreciem na companhia de um bom café ;-)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-724092034052790161</id><published>2010-02-02T19:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:54:53.706Z</updated><title type='text'>eu e a música</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Música? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Eu adoro. E ouço de tudo. Depende do momento, da vontade, companhia e do que estiver a passar na rádio :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas, por vezes, as músicas fazem-me mal, pois como gosto tanto de as ouvir, também me fazem pensar mto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Cada momento da vida pode traduzir-se numa melodia. Há sempre "aquela" música que faz lembrar algo ou alguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;bom ou menos bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;mas que "toca" bem cá dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;In my Facebook: Segunda-feira, 28 de Dezembro de 2009 às 0:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-724092034052790161?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/724092034052790161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=724092034052790161' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/724092034052790161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/724092034052790161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/eu-e-musica.html' title='eu e a música'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-6711336813785089926</id><published>2010-02-02T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:52:33.748Z</updated><title type='text'>um transpirar de alma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;um sorriso não é somente um movimento de lábios e músculos do rosto. É, acima de tudo, um transpirar da nossa alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;In my Facebook: Quarta-feira, 16 de Dezembro de 2009 às 16:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-6711336813785089926?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6711336813785089926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=6711336813785089926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/6711336813785089926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/6711336813785089926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-transpirar-de-alma.html' title='um transpirar de alma'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-2738546438665412209</id><published>2010-02-02T19:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:51:28.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Um só...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;e se, um dia, voltar a escrevinhar em folhas velhas, pode ser que continue a "debitar" os longos textos com imensas palavras, muitas vírgulas e pontos mas com um só significado, um destino, um sentido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;In my Facebook: Terça-feira, 15 de Dezembro de 2009 às 13:40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-2738546438665412209?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2738546438665412209/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=2738546438665412209' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/2738546438665412209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/2738546438665412209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/um-so.html' title='Um só...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-4700028746082175146</id><published>2010-02-02T19:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:50:28.342Z</updated><title type='text'>por dizerem que falo bonito :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;gosto de me sentir apaixonada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;mesmo qd não há alguém que seja objecto dessa paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;podemos apaixonarmo-nos por breves momentos, em breves sorrisos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;ajuda a esquecer a dura vida. sonhar alto e sempre em cor-de-rosa.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;em paises encantados e felicidade pura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;sim, eu assumo:sou romântica:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt; in my Facebook: Domingo, 13 de Dezembro de 2009 às 23:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-4700028746082175146?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4700028746082175146/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=4700028746082175146' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4700028746082175146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4700028746082175146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2010/02/por-dizerem-que-falo-bonito.html' title='por dizerem que falo bonito :-)'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-8904133273414719362</id><published>2009-11-19T21:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:49:59.247Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SwW9ZvPTviI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YUEFER5uJvI/s1600/ms.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405935177603202594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 423px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 343px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SwW9ZvPTviI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YUEFER5uJvI/s400/ms.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-8904133273414719362?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8904133273414719362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=8904133273414719362' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/8904133273414719362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/8904133273414719362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SwW9ZvPTviI/AAAAAAAAAH8/YUEFER5uJvI/s72-c/ms.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-4022429397241633823</id><published>2009-10-27T23:09:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:17:09.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Recolhida no meu Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;é mundo tão pequeno que só posso estar lá eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;e, finalmente, respiro fundo, solto um grito, caem lágrimas... e termino a rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;um riso malandro quando me recordo dos sonhos e das histórias de encantar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Fantasias e histórias iludidas. Tudo é possível, tudo é permitido e aceite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"&gt;Aqui posso ser Eu. Aqui posso acreditar...................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-4022429397241633823?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4022429397241633823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=4022429397241633823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4022429397241633823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4022429397241633823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/recolhida-no-meu-mundo.html' title='Recolhida no meu Mundo'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-3495632227002804723</id><published>2009-10-27T22:52:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-10-27T23:08:55.209Z</updated><title type='text'>a fragilidade de um castelo de cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sud9fQEnjCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mLJuJ03BS1c/s1600-h/Castelo_de_Cartas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397420654270581794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 203px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sud9fQEnjCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mLJuJ03BS1c/s320/Castelo_de_Cartas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Tal como num castelo de cartas, qual o interesse de ir o mais alto possível? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O desconhecido é assim tão apetecível?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Desafio ou Risco?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Sabemos, à partida, que basta uma leve brisa, um toque na mesa, uma palavra cheia de força e energia negativa para que ele se desmorone e as horas ficam perdidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Valerá a pena o esforço de ir mais além, de tentar, de arriscar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Sempre que existir um esforço escondido, um pouco aventureiro e destemido, surge sempre alguém que aparece, alguém que impede...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Para quê insistir, porque não desistir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Não será preferível ficar-se pela "confort zone"? Passar despercebidos, incógnitos, sem dar nas vistas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;E o castelo fica tão rente ao chão que nem a leve brisa do vento o consegue derrubar.&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/34823849-3495632227002804723?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3495632227002804723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=3495632227002804723' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/3495632227002804723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/3495632227002804723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/10/fragilidade-de-um-castelo-de-cartas.html' title='a fragilidade de um castelo de cartas'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sud9fQEnjCI/AAAAAAAAAH0/mLJuJ03BS1c/s72-c/Castelo_de_Cartas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-4471533735048142691</id><published>2009-09-16T22:23:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T22:33:32.126+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrever como Camões</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SrFYGWo430I/AAAAAAAAAHs/wykMDmTk9jc/s1600-h/escrever.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382179895863992130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 259px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SrFYGWo430I/AAAAAAAAAHs/wykMDmTk9jc/s320/escrever.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Gostava de ter a capacidade de escrever como Camões ou Florbela Espanca para que qualquer um, desde que um pouco atento, conseguisse interpretar o significado do q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;ue foi sarrabiscado numa folha de papel...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Uma folha de papel de um bloco qualquer escondido no fundo de uma gaveta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;muitas vezes por cobardia de dar a conhecer e de se fazer ouvir).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-4471533735048142691?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4471533735048142691/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=4471533735048142691' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4471533735048142691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4471533735048142691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/escrever.html' title='Escrever como Camões'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SrFYGWo430I/AAAAAAAAAHs/wykMDmTk9jc/s72-c/escrever.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-8028543214043184231</id><published>2009-09-15T12:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:42:58.282+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Queen and Greatest Hits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sq99u88PDzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hN4Hd8QpZ8M/s1600-h/7030_279626265172_612770172_8918649_2474512_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381658325317259058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sq99u88PDzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hN4Hd8QpZ8M/s400/7030_279626265172_612770172_8918649_2474512_n%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sq99aWzGIsI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ab-QPl16yuk/s1600-h/7030_279626265172_612770172_8918649_2474512_n%5B1%5D.jpg"&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/34823849-8028543214043184231?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8028543214043184231/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=8028543214043184231' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/8028543214043184231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/8028543214043184231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/queen-and-greatest-hits.html' title='Queen and Greatest Hits'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sq99u88PDzI/AAAAAAAAAHk/hN4Hd8QpZ8M/s72-c/7030_279626265172_612770172_8918649_2474512_n%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-7564795053643069302</id><published>2009-09-15T12:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:34:27.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 meses</title><content type='html'>15 de Setembro - 5 meses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os vigaristas riem de satisfação. Todos os outros são compinchas.&lt;br /&gt;A nossa tristeza fica, pois a ferida da partida não sarou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-7564795053643069302?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/7564795053643069302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=7564795053643069302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/7564795053643069302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/7564795053643069302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/5-meses.html' title='5 meses'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-4526325329840575324</id><published>2009-09-14T11:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T12:37:45.786+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima fácil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sq98dTLS6XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jebK7LPN58U/s1600-h/tears_of_nature_preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 292px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 181px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381656922536733042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sq98dTLS6XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jebK7LPN58U/s200/tears_of_nature_preview.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Ouve-se dizer que o tempo tudo cura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não creio, nem sinto isso = A lágrima é fácil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passa e a dor perdura&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/34823849-4526325329840575324?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4526325329840575324/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=4526325329840575324' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4526325329840575324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4526325329840575324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/lagrima-facil.html' title='Lágrima fácil'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sq98dTLS6XI/AAAAAAAAAHU/jebK7LPN58U/s72-c/tears_of_nature_preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-3216536839738740261</id><published>2009-09-08T12:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T12:20:21.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O significado de Vigarista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Um dia alguém disse &lt;&lt;"vigarista" é aquele que não quer pagar. Isso é um insulto, pois nós não somos assim&gt;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Passaram meses e mais nada foi dito ou feito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Então, decidi reforçar o significado da palavra &lt;em&gt;Vigarista&lt;/em&gt;, que lhes assenta tão bem &lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vigarista:&lt;/strong&gt; indivíduo que explora outros por meios fraudulentos; burlão; intrujão; trapaceiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in Dicionário da Língua Portuguesa 2010 - Porto Editora)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-3216536839738740261?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3216536839738740261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=3216536839738740261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/3216536839738740261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/3216536839738740261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-significado-de-vigarista.html' title='O significado de Vigarista'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-7998801591799968089</id><published>2009-06-01T15:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T15:31:57.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Junho - Coliseu Porto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SiPmVEnY9TI/AAAAAAAAAHM/IsJf-dzl7-g/s1600-h/taxi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342366832682136882" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SezrxcrVkUI/AAAAAAAAAHE/PIkgdE1qgX8/s200/pai_barco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SeoDb45muaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ejFJEZPyKJs/s1600-h/4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326073286984382882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SeoDb45muaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/ejFJEZPyKJs/s200/4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Estavas cá sempre a dar carinho, atenção e, como era habitual, a ser um bom ouvinte e conselheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Sempre cheio de cuidados e com sorriso terno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;De repente, já não estavas. Partiste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Ninguém contava. Foste muito cedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Vamos sentir muito a tua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Continua a cuidar de nós &lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-8055276538520764262?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8055276538520764262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SbUYFuDLJpI/AAAAAAAAAGE/nnEjrhOecCE/s320/FolhetoViana2009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt; Sem dúvida, experiência a repetir!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-2706722133136643707?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2706722133136643707/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=2706722133136643707' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/2706722133136643707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sa1eN6aijyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AamDs4Tj7rk/s1600-h/galo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309003128851566370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sa1eN6aijyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AamDs4Tj7rk/s320/galo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(nós+ marca+ovo+galo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Bem, cada vez mais as empresas e as pessoas por detrás delas têm falta de respeito pelos funcionários e não há nada que os destrua. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Ao longo do primeiro semestre de 2008, os ordenados foram pagos com grandes atrasos, o que culminou em nunca me ter sido pago o mês de Maio, Junho, parte de Julho e respectivos subsídios, o que rondava o montante de quase € 5000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Isto já sem falar nas despesas de transporte entre Lisboa e Porto, ao longo de 4 meses, e nas imensas horas extras, mas enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Qual o meu espanto quando recebo a declaração para fins fiscais e vejo que, a dita empresa passa a informação que liquidou o valor total (sem qualquer falha).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Em suma, vou apresentar na declaração de IRS de 2008, valores no rendimento que nunca me foram pagos.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Agora, resta esperar e ver quanto vou pagar de impostos?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Sei que a empresa fechou e os administradores, simplesmente, abriram uma nova agência continuando assim com o trabalho em curso, a exposição do Leonardo e com os clientes habituais, desde grandes empresas nacionais a candidatos às autarquias. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;(se não me engano, é já a 6ª ou 7ª empresa de que fazem parte)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Devem mundos e fundos a imensa gente trabalhadora, fazem com que outros paguem as dívidas deles próprios, mas quem vê as "peças" nunca o diria, pois o seu comportamento social é digno de reis e aristocratas.&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/34823849-4564785888279296246?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/Sa1eN6aijyI/AAAAAAAAAF8/AamDs4Tj7rk/s72-c/galo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-6039041659963289328</id><published>2009-03-02T13:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:14:30.717Z</updated><title type='text'>Rui Reininho e a Companhia das Indias</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O mini-concerto na Loja da Optimus na Casa da Música foi muito giro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Reininho no seu melhor, como sempre nos habituou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt; um verdadeiro homem do Norte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-1698032702554621692</id><published>2009-02-24T20:03:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-02-24T20:05:39.846Z</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;A new year,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;a new way of life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;waiting for an happy ending...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-1698032702554621692?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/1698032702554621692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=1698032702554621692' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/1698032702554621692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/1698032702554621692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2009/02/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-8588402207917027084</id><published>2008-12-28T23:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T23:10:43.644Z</updated><title type='text'>O que vos desejo para o Ano de 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SVgHWEQIu0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/AU8IjLq4MeU/s1600-h/ATT00322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284982238399216450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SVgHWEQIu0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/AU8IjLq4MeU/s400/ATT00322.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-8588402207917027084?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8588402207917027084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=8588402207917027084' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/8588402207917027084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/8588402207917027084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-que-vos-desejo-para-o-ano-de-2009.html' title='O que vos desejo para o Ano de 2009'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SVgHWEQIu0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/AU8IjLq4MeU/s72-c/ATT00322.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-4668411214260935120</id><published>2008-12-21T22:23:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:14:19.430Z</updated><title type='text'>O resto do meu 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Pode dizer-se que 2008 foi o meu ano de crise, embora todos avisem que 2009 será a &lt;strong&gt;maior &lt;/strong&gt;crise das nossas vidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;No post anterior apresentei um resumo dos primeiros 7 meses de 2008. Tudo parecia encaminhado, iluminado até.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Parecia, escrevi bem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Escrevo isto mais para mim do que para qualquer um que possa ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Quero, um dia mais tarde, olhar para isto e ver que de todas as dificuldades se tira algo de positivo, algo que se aprende e que podemos usar a nosso favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Analisar o que me acontece, porque me acontece, analisar as causas, ver os efeitos, perceber que mudanças devem ser feitas e tornar esses mesmos efeitos em causas futuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo é cíclico!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;(Isto não é meu, foi-me dito por alguém por quem tenho muita consideração - um Guru &lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A segunda parte de 2008&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Julho &lt;/strong&gt;– Uma nova fase que inicia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Nova função, nova cidade, nova realidade. Parece bom de mais para ser verdade. Mais para a frente se verá…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"ver para crer"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Agosto&lt;/strong&gt; – Trabalho cheio de adrenalina, stress e bastante desorganização (não estou muito habituada a tão pouca organização).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Há que adaptar às condições oferecidas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas estou esperançada e entusiasmada. Preciso de acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muita Pressão -»» Sufoco -»» Indecisão -»» Egoísmo&lt;strong&gt;??&lt;/strong&gt; -»» Reflexão -»» Tristeza / Frustração -»»Rompimento -»» A melhor Solução&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Setembro&lt;/strong&gt; – a vida completamente ao contrário.&lt;br /&gt;O que me está a acontecer? A sério que não percebo. Perguntam-me pelo meu sorriso… eu não sei por onde ele anda ou onde ficou.&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu? São os outros? Seremos todos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Outubro –&lt;/strong&gt; Estou no buraco que criei, no qual ninguém consegue entrar.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero falar, dar explicações ou sequer satisfações.&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar só, conseguir dormir uma noite sossegada, sem sonhos nem tormentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sensação de pânico -»» explosão -»» pranto -»» ganhar coragem e pedir ajuda -»» procurar solução&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nada se compara à nossa família. Não os podemos escolher, é bem verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estamos sempre a reclamar das discussões provocadas pelos conflitos de gerações, educação, cultura, das perguntas às quais não queremos responder.... Enfim, nunca estamos satisfeitos com o que temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas, mesmo assim, esses são os primeiros a dar a alma ao diabo por nós, caso seja necessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Muito obrigado &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;strong&gt;C &lt;/strong&gt;e as minhas sinceras desculpas por vos fazer perder o sono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Novembro –&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introspecção -»» desabafo -»» acompanhamento sem julgamentos -»» sensação de calma e muita paz -»» o sorriso parece que voltou &lt;strong&gt;:-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dezembro -&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;gostava que este mês fosse uma antevisão do ano que se avizinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Estou optimista e começo a sentir as energias positivas e as vibrações a surgirem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;- Um amigo deu-me um pequeno, mas importante empurrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;- Uma amiga fantástica teve uma oportunidade bem merecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;- Reencontrei um amigo antigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;- Finalmente, percebi e desisti de uma batalha antiga. Batalha essa que o meu inconsciente sabia que há muito estava perdida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mais um ponto final. Vou dar inicio a um novo parágrafo nesta história que todos os dias vai crescendo aos pouquinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Voltei a sentir a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;força das marés nos muitos passeios pela Foz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Tanta falta eu senti das ondas do mar, do cheio da maresia. Não me tirem isto! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Nunca mais, por favor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Resolução de final do ano:&lt;/strong&gt; A família e os amigos são mesmo a melhor coisa das nossas vidas. Não os deixem fugir!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Desejos de um &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Feliz Natal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e que continue a haver esperança que todos somos capazes de ser felizes! Basta querer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Um &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; cheio de saúde e paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;mjq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-4668411214260935120?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4668411214260935120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=4668411214260935120' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4668411214260935120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4668411214260935120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-resto-do-meu-2008.html' title='O resto do meu 2008'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-2280312949738907658</id><published>2008-08-27T16:51:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:15:59.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E 2008, o que trouxe de novidades?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Tanta coisa que mudou no ano de 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O que dava como certo, era errado. O que parecia mau, era bom...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Tantas mudanças, tantas andanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;1º semestre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Janeiro –&lt;/strong&gt; Termina exposição no Porto. E agora? Haverá mais edições? O que me destinam os astros?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fevereiro –&lt;/strong&gt; 4 dias com cheiro a férias. Soube a pouco depois de horários de 14 horas, mas enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Lisboa vai ser palco de nova edição do Leonardo. Problemas nos computadores e perde-se muita informação. Há que começar do Zero: pesquisa e selecção de conteúdos, validação, ver listas de necessidades. Recrutar pessoal. Procura de alojamento (à distância...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Um mês para tratar de tudo, Sem tempo para nada. Tanta coisa para organizar em poucos dias. Serei capaz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Março –&lt;/strong&gt; Eu, um Smart e rumo a Lisboa por 4 meses. No bolso, vão promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abril –&lt;/strong&gt; Experiências, vivências, contactos e alguma saudade do ar nortenho. Chove tanto por Lisboa. Nunca imaginei!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maio –&lt;/strong&gt; Enfrentam-se problemas e dificuldades que não são meus, mas sou eu que estou aqui. Quero ajudar, resolver, mas sem saber muito bem como o fazer. Sou um mero peão neste jogo de xadrez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Sinto que se inicia um novo ciclo e novas personagens fazem parte da minha história. Como será que termina?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Junho –&lt;/strong&gt; As desilusões e confusões são uma constante. Um tormento que não me deixa dormir. Conto os dias para que tudo termine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;A beleza de Sintra é indiscutível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;O meu primeiro Santo António. (&lt;em&gt;mas prefiro o São João&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“a boa filha a casa torna”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Surge uma luz ao fundo do túnel. Alguém que se lembrou de mim. Muito obrigada pelo voto de confiança!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-2280312949738907658?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2280312949738907658/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=2280312949738907658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/2280312949738907658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/2280312949738907658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2008/08/e-2008-o-que-trouxe-de-novidades.html' title='E 2008, o que trouxe de novidades?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-4706098088699047722</id><published>2008-08-27T16:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T16:50:36.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um resumo mesmo muito pequeno do ano de 2007</title><content type='html'>Janeiro - esgravatar para encontrar aquele restinho de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Fevereiro - doença = laços familiares que se fortalecem&lt;br /&gt;Março - dedicação e empenho&lt;br /&gt;Abril - Dar tudo por tudo. Continuar a acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Maio - CAP&lt;br /&gt;Junho – 13 meses depois: primeiros sintomas de desespero&lt;br /&gt;Julho – ufa, que alívio! Novos desafios.&lt;br /&gt;Agosto - por que razão acontece tudo ao mesmo tempo?!...&lt;br /&gt;Setembro - Isto é giro! Tenho muito para apreender :-)&lt;br /&gt;Outubro – Leonardo da Vinci / Palácio de Cristal&lt;br /&gt;Novembro – Sem descanso&lt;br /&gt;Dezembro - Nevralgias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-4706098088699047722?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4706098088699047722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=4706098088699047722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4706098088699047722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4706098088699047722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2008/08/um-resumo-mesmo-muito-pequeno-do-ano-de.html' title='Um resumo mesmo muito pequeno do ano de 2007'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-4728370899827984060</id><published>2008-08-27T16:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T17:19:45.205+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SLV-avdjmjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KDib9jSROoQ/s1600-h/mjane3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239232739397573170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 149px" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SLV-avdjmjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KDib9jSROoQ/s200/mjane3.bmp" width="111" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Está mais do que na hora deste blog ser actualizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Passou muito tempo desde o último post (que não é publicidade ou divulgação). Um ano para ser exacta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Tanta coisa aconteceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Pois bem.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Está na hora de voltar a debitar coisas sem fundamento, coisas cá de dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Coisas que tenho de escrever para acreditar que aconteceram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;I'm Back.&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/34823849-4728370899827984060?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4728370899827984060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=4728370899827984060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4728370899827984060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4728370899827984060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2008/08/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SLV-avdjmjI/AAAAAAAAAEM/KDib9jSROoQ/s72-c/mjane3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-5920815593392627072</id><published>2007-08-28T17:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T17:32:22.866+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser Feliz ou Infeliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nós não somos infelizes, simplesmente queremos sempre mais do que aquilo que temos no momento. Faz parte da nossa natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Procuramos a felicidade plena, eterna, inatingível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Nem tudo é preto e branco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Há cinzentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;há muitas coisas que nos fazem felizes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pequenos momentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;:-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Talvez se esteja a procurar a felicidade onde ela não está&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;e devemos procurar noutro sítio / noutro local / noutras coisas / noutras pessoas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-5920815593392627072?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/5920815593392627072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=5920815593392627072' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/5920815593392627072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/5920815593392627072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/08/ser-feliz-ou-infeliz.html' title='Ser Feliz ou Infeliz?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-3638711171228063417</id><published>2007-07-10T23:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T20:55:15.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A felicidade exige valentia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;"Posso ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes mas, não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo, e posso evitar que ela vá à falência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos. É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um "&lt;em&gt;não&lt;/em&gt;". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Pedras no caminho? Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; Fernando Pessoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-3638711171228063417?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/3638711171228063417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=3638711171228063417' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/3638711171228063417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/3638711171228063417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/07/felicidade-exige-valentia-posso-ter.html' title='A felicidade exige valentia'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-742394590226041545</id><published>2007-06-28T19:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:40:30.283Z</updated><title type='text'>Messenger em Livro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RoP5oRcgmtI/AAAAAAAAACc/-uDKnTmN3H0/s1600-h/msn2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081179274877115090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="158" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RoP5oRcgmtI/AAAAAAAAACc/-uDKnTmN3H0/s200/msn2.bmp" width="212" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Foi-me colocada esta questão há uns dias: "e se publicassem em livro as conversas do &lt;em&gt;messenger&lt;/em&gt;… qual seria o resultado?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta hipótese assustou-me, confesso, embora tenha total consciência que é possível. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Bem sei que a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt; aplicação informática permite guardar em arquivo as conversas que vamos tendo com os amigos cibernautas, mas será correcto?…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Agora deixo-vos algumas perguntinhas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;- Comprariam um livro deste estilo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;- O que vos motiva para este tipo de leitura?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;- Acham que se está a quebrar as fronteiras dos círculos íntimos e privados de cada um?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Estaremos perante uma nova forma de &lt;em&gt;best seller&lt;/em&gt; de leitura &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Vá respondam, estou curiosa!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-742394590226041545?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/742394590226041545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=742394590226041545' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/742394590226041545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/742394590226041545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/06/messenger-em-livro.html' title='Messenger em Livro'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RoP5oRcgmtI/AAAAAAAAACc/-uDKnTmN3H0/s72-c/msn2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-8412484516301663492</id><published>2007-06-08T12:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:36:49.981+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido de oportunidade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mesmo ao pé do belíssimo Estádio do Dragão, existe uma superfície comercial: o &lt;em&gt;Dolce Vita Antas&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas qual não foi a minha surpresa quando me apercebi que todos os mupis que rodeiam esses dois locais também publicitam uma área comercial, mas da concorrência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, coladinho a uma das portas do dito &lt;em&gt;Dolce Vita&lt;/em&gt;, vemos a indicação acerca do &lt;em&gt;Parque Nascente&lt;/em&gt; (a 5 minuto de distância).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a razão disto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; sentido de oportunidade de uns e distracção de outros? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*&lt;/strong&gt; uma "fraca" tentativa de marketing de guerrilha?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Será que o Director do &lt;em&gt;PN&lt;/em&gt; pensa que, estando eu a entrar no &lt;em&gt;Dolce Vita&lt;/em&gt;, reparo no anúncio, dou de imediato meia volta, entro no carro, conduzo mais uns metros e vou a outra superfície comercial?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Se assim for, só posso dizer que é crente&lt;strong&gt; :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-8412484516301663492?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/8412484516301663492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=8412484516301663492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/8412484516301663492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/8412484516301663492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/06/sentido-de-oportunidade.html' title='Sentido de oportunidade?'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-2917344077242939431</id><published>2007-05-23T13:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:40:30.516Z</updated><title type='text'>Fez-se justiça!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RlQvRXxmSuI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZ-2z0FZZLg/s1600-h/FCP.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067727456184978146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="232" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RlQvRXxmSuI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZ-2z0FZZLg/s400/FCP.bmp" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde a primeira jornada que o &lt;strong&gt;F.C.Porto&lt;/strong&gt; foi líder do Campeonato. Embora a distância entre os 3 “grandes” fosse diminuindo desde a época do Natal, as mudanças do pódio faziam-se somente nos 2º e 3º lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, conclui-se que o F.C. Porto é o justo vencedor da época 2006/07 - por ter mais pontos, por ter o melhor ataque, por ser coerente na posição na tabela…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um campeonato que teve um sabor diferente, um sabor pouco habitual. Ganhar por poucos pontos e mesmo no último jogo.&lt;br /&gt;Os adeptos sofriam a cada minuto. Cigarros, rezas e unhas roídas – via-se de tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pode dizer-se que foi um final de campeonato impróprio para cardíacos. Mas mesmo assim, valeu a pena!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parabéns aos Bicampeões!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo pelo Tri!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Ao Vítor Baía quero dizer um muito obrigada por ajudar a equipa a chegar a bom porto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Certamente dará um excelente treinador&lt;strong&gt; ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-2917344077242939431?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/2917344077242939431/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=2917344077242939431' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/2917344077242939431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/2917344077242939431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/05/fez-se-justia.html' title='Fez-se justiça!!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RlQvRXxmSuI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZ-2z0FZZLg/s72-c/FCP.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-4338699580565488689</id><published>2007-03-23T12:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T12:35:01.287Z</updated><title type='text'>O Norte, por Miguel Esteves Cardoso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;“Primeiro, as verdades. O Norte é mais Português que Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;As minhotas são as raparigas mais bonitas do País.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O Minho é a nossa província mais estragada e continua a ser a mais bela. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;As festas da Nossa Senhora da Agonia são as maiores e mais impressionantes que já se viram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Viana do Castelo é uma cidade clara. Não esconde nada. Não há uma Viana secreta. Não há outra Viana do lado de lá. Em Viana do Castelo está tudo à vista. A luz mostra tudo o que há para ver. É uma cidade verde-branca.Verde- rio e verde-mar, mas branca. Em Agosto até o verde mais escuro, que se vê nas árvores antigas do Monte de Santa Luzia, parece tornar-se branco ao olhar. Até o granito das casas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mais verdades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;No Norte, a comida é melhor.O vinho é melhor.O serviço é melhor.Os preços são mais baixos.&lt;br /&gt;Não é difícil entrar ao calhas numa taberna, comer muito bem e pagar uma ninharia.Estas são as verdades do Norte de Portugal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas há uma verdade maior.É que só o Norte existe. O Sul não existe.&lt;br /&gt;As partes mais bonitas de Portugal, o Alentejo, os Açores, a Madeira,Lisboa, etcetera, existem sozinhas. O Sul é solto. Não se junta.Não se diz que se é do Sul como se diz que se é do Norte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;No Norte dizem-se e orgulham-se de se dizer nortenhos. Quem é que se identifica como sulista?No Norte, as pessoas falam mais no Norte do que todos os portugueses juntos falam de Portugal inteiro.Os nortenhos não falam do Norte como se o Norte fosse um segundo país.Não haja enganos.Não falam do Norte para separá-lo de Portugal. Falam do Norte apenas para separá-lo do resto de Portugal. Para um nortenho, há o Norte e há o Resto. É a soma de um e de outro que constitui Portugal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mas o Norte é onde Portugal começa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Depois do Norte, Portugal limita-se a continuar, a correr por ali abaixo.Deus nos livre, mas se se perdesse o resto do país e só ficasse o Norte, Portugal continuaria a existir. Como país inteiro. Pátria mesmo, por muito pequenina. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;No Norte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Em contrapartida, sem o Norte, Portugal seria uma mera região da Europa. Mais ou menos peninsular, ou insular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;É esta a verdade.Lisboa é bonita e estranha mas é apenas uma cidade. O Alentejo é especial mas ibérico, a Madeira é encantadora mas inglesa e os Açores são um caso à parte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Em qualquer caso, os lisboetas não falam nem no entro nem no Sul - falam em Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Os alentejanos nem sequer falam do Algarve - falam do Alentejo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;As ilhas falam em si mesmas e naquela entidade incompreensível a que chamam, qual hipermercado de mil misturadas, Continente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;No Norte, Portugal tira de si a sua ideia e ganha corpo. Está muito estragado, mas é um estragado português, semi-arrependido, como quem não quer a coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O Norte cheira a dinheiro e a alecrim. Asseio não é asséptico - cheira a cunhas, a conhecimentos e a arranjinho. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Tem esse defeito e essa verdade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Em contrapartida, a conservação fantástica de (algum) Alentejo é impecável, porque os alentejanos são mais frios e conservadores (menos portugueses) nessas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O Norte é feminino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O Minho é uma menina. Tem a doçura agreste, a timidez insolente da mulher portuguesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Como um brinco doirado que luz numa orelha pequenina, o Norte dá nas vistas sem se dar por isso.As raparigas do Norte têm belezas perigosas, olhos verdes-impossíveis, daqueles em que os versos, desde o dia em que nascem, se põem a escrever-se sozinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Têm o ar de quem pertence a si própria. Andam de mãos nas ancas. Olham de frente. Pensam em tudo e dizem tudo o que pensam. Confiam, mas não dão confiança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Olho para as raparigas do meu país e acho-as bonitas e honradas, graciosas sem estarem para brincadeiras, bonitas sem serem belas, erguidas pelo nariz, seguras pelo queixo, aprumadas, mas sem vaidade. Acho-as verdadeiras. Acredito nelas. Gosto da vergonha delas, da maneira como coram quando se lhes fala e da maneira como podem puxar de um estalo ou de uma panela, quando se lhes falta ao respeito. Gosto das pequeninas, com o cabelo puxado atrás das orelhas, e dasvelhas, de carrapito perfeito, que têm os olhos endurecidos de quem passou a vida a cuidar dos outros. Gosto dos brincos, dos sapatos, das saias. Gosto das burguesas, vestidas à maneira, de braço enlaçado nos homens. Fazem-me todas medo, na maneira calada como conduzem as cerimónias e os maridos, mas gosto delas.São mulheres que possuem; são mulheres que pertencem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;As mulheres do Norte deveriam mandar neste país. Têm o ar de que sabem o que estão a fazer. Em Viana, durante as festas, são as senhoras em toda a parte. Numa procissão, numa barraca de feira, numa taberna, são elas que decidem silenciosamente.Trabalham três vezes mais que os homens e não lhes dão importância especial. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Só descomposturas, e mimos, e carinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O Norte é a nossa verdade.Ao princípio irritava-me que todos os nortenhos tivessem tanto orgulho no Norte, porque me parecia que o orgulho era aleatório.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Gostavam do Norte só porque eram do Norte. Assim também eu. Ansiava por encontrar um nortenho que preferisse Coimbra ou o Algarve, da maneira que eu, lisboeta, prefiro o Norte. Afinal, Portugal é um caso muito sério e compete a cada português escolher, de cabeça fria e coração quente, os seus pedaços e pormenores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Depois percebi.&lt;br /&gt;Os nortenhos, antes de nascer, já escolheram. Já nascem escolhidos. Não escolhem a terra onde nascem, seja Ponte de Lima ou Amarante, e apesar de as defenderem acerrimamente, põem acima dessas terras a terra maior que é o "O Norte".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Defendem o "Norte" em Portugal como os Portugueses haviam de defender Portugal no mundo. Este sacrifício colectivo, em que cada um adia a sua pertença particular - o nome da sua terrinha - para poder pertencer a uma terra maior, é comovente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;No Porto, dizem que as pessoas de Viana são melhores do que as do Porto. Em Viana, dizem que as festas de Viana não são tão autênticas como as de Ponte de Lima. Em Ponte de Lima dizem que a vila de Amarante ainda é mais bonita.O Norte não tem nome próprio. Se o tem não o diz. Quem sabe se é mais Minho ou Trás-os- Montes, se é litoral ou interior, português ou galego? Parece vago. Mas não é. Basta olhar para aquelas caras e para aquelas casas, para as árvores, para os muros, ouvir aquelas vozes, sentir aquelas mãos em cima de nós, com a terra a tremer de tanto tambor e o céu em fogo, para adivinhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O nome do Norte é Portugal. Portugal, como nome de terra, como nome de nós todos, é um nome do Norte. Não é só o nome do Porto. É a maneira que têm e dizer "Portugal" e "Portugueses". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;No Norte dizem-no a toda a hora, com a maior das naturalidades. Sem complexos e sem patrioteirismos.Como se fosse só um nome.Como "Norte".Como se fosse assim que chamassem uns pelos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Porque é que não é assim que nos chamamos todos?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-4338699580565488689?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/4338699580565488689/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=4338699580565488689' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4338699580565488689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/4338699580565488689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/03/o-norte-por-miguel-esteves-cardoso.html' title='O Norte, por Miguel Esteves Cardoso'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-6837705847974298414</id><published>2007-02-18T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:40:30.709Z</updated><title type='text'>Eis que o Carnaval chegou</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/ReIBavgSEQI/AAAAAAAAABI/UcJciJaGMKw/s1600-h/Carnaval+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5035588892293730562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/ReIBavgSEQI/AAAAAAAAABI/UcJciJaGMKw/s200/Carnaval%2B076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;E a festa começou logo com o concurso de fantasias no Torneio Quebra-ócio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Tarde de sábado, já não chovia. E tudo acontecia no Estaminé do Gil, na Ribeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Desde as fantasias escolhidas aos textos representados, tudo ajudava a criar o ambiente de festa e diversão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Parabéns a todos nós pelo empenho e dedicação!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-6837705847974298414?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6837705847974298414/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=6837705847974298414' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/6837705847974298414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/6837705847974298414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/eis-que-o-carnaval-chegou.html' title='Eis que o Carnaval chegou'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/ReIBavgSEQI/AAAAAAAAABI/UcJciJaGMKw/s72-c/Carnaval%2B076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-6488126069229267764</id><published>2007-02-07T13:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:40:30.950Z</updated><title type='text'>Quebra-ócio nos Media</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RcnOtX7W1cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O3kTX81mELw/s1600-h/metro+1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028777737848280514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RcnOtX7W1cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O3kTX81mELw/s200/metro+1.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RcnOtX7W1dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5EOh9c3JJr0/s1600-h/metro+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028777737848280530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RcnOtX7W1dI/AAAAAAAAAAU/5EOh9c3JJr0/s200/metro+2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Quem esteve atento à edição do Porto do &lt;em&gt;Jornal Metro&lt;/em&gt; na passada sexta feira (2 de Fev), teve a oportunidade de saber um pouco mais sobre o &lt;strong&gt;Torneio Quebra-ócio&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Já a decorrer a II Edição, pode dizer-se que o Quebra-ócio é um torneio de amigos recheado de provas divertidas, pessoas fantásticas e encontros entusiasmantes &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(não fizesse eu parte).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Para mais informações:&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quebra-ocio.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;http://www.quebra-ocio.blogspot.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-6488126069229267764?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/6488126069229267764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=6488126069229267764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/6488126069229267764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/6488126069229267764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/02/quebra-cio-nos-media.html' title='Quebra-ócio nos Media'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RcnOtX7W1cI/AAAAAAAAAAM/O3kTX81mELw/s72-c/metro+1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-117024472221545020</id><published>2007-01-31T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:40:31.131Z</updated><title type='text'>SIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RcnU7H7W1eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/U5eeC74rGVY/s1600-h/sim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028784571141248482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RcnU7H7W1eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/U5eeC74rGVY/s200/sim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Acredito que cada indivíduo tem o pleno direito de optar, daí eu votar &lt;strong&gt;SIM&lt;/strong&gt; no próximo dia 11 de Fevereiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY8bIeoO840&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kY8bIeoO840&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;= )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-117024472221545020?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/117024472221545020/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=117024472221545020' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/117024472221545020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/117024472221545020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/sim.html' title='SIM'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/RcnU7H7W1eI/AAAAAAAAAAk/U5eeC74rGVY/s72-c/sim.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116890070668481771</id><published>2007-01-15T22:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T22:38:26.700Z</updated><title type='text'>Conteúdo de gavetas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6791/3863/1600/20659/Fal??sia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6791/3863/200/76119/Fal%3F%3Fsia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mais um ano que começa. Mais uma tentativa de limpeza das muitas caixas e gavetas repletas de papelada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Fica aqui um desses "achados".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Quis ver o pôr-do-sol pela última vez, neste verão, aqui no Algarve. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frustrante: cheguei tarde! São quase oito horas e o sol já se pôs por detrás daquelas árvores ali em cima. Pena que não se possa fazer como no mundo da fantasia – bater palmas e o sol renascia… – bem, paciência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho em volta e noto que a praia está deserta. Quero aproveitar este momento. Um momento só meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem olhar para trás sinto a força imponente da falésia que se une gentilmente à areia fina aqui em baixo. As gaivotas começam a procurar abrigos para pernoitar. Até os bichos de sons estranhos se calaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais incrível é o silêncio – ouve-se somente o mar. A ondulação é fraca e cada onda parece um beijo na face de uma criança: suave e reconfortante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que eu faria por uma fotografia deste momento. Nunca serei capaz de transmitir a “imagem” à qual pertenço. O mar foi pintado em tons de cinzento, com leves pinceladas de lilás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio do rosa esbatido do céu, encontra-se a minha velha amiga, confidente e protectora. De um branco tão forte, numa pequena mostra da sua energia e do seu infinito poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O elegante e esbelto quarto crescente faz-me acreditar que está a sorrir, a apreciar este momento de uma forma tão ou mais intensa do que eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho directamente para ela e falo, falo, falo…também faço mais um pedido. Despeço-me com um “Até breve. Vou para cima. Esperam-me para jantar!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma olhadela em redor, um inspiro profundo na tentativa de levar um pouco desta tranquilidade comigo e começo a percorrer o passadiço sem me voltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(mjq, Praia da Falésia, Agosto, 2005)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116890070668481771?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116890070668481771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116890070668481771' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116890070668481771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116890070668481771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/contedo-de-gavetas.html' title='Conteúdo de gavetas'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116782802543888863</id><published>2007-01-03T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T12:40:25.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Um 2007 excelente!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Que 2007 seja um ano cheio de felicidade e saúde!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116782802543888863?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116782802543888863/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116782802543888863' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116782802543888863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116782802543888863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/um-2007-excelente.html' title='Um 2007 excelente!'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116782786982896584</id><published>2007-01-03T12:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-01T19:10:44.556Z</updated><title type='text'>Dezembro 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;É sempre um mês estranho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Mês de lembranças e recordações - as duas primeiras semanas foram um bocado "negras", mas tudo passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;As últimas duas foram excelentes - os imensos jantares de natal com os amigos, o aniversário da Avó&lt;em&gt; (96 aninhos),&lt;/em&gt; as trocas de lembranças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Natal - correu muito bem. O Pai Natal até que foi generoso. Não respeitou a minha lista, mas deu-me os meios necessários para eu conseguir atingir os fins &lt;strong&gt;;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Final de Ano - Vila Nova de Cerveira. Excelente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;O que me custa mais, nesta altura, é o engolir das 12 uvas passas (odeio), mas lá faço o sacrifício a ver se alguns dos desejos se realiza... não custa ter esperança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116782786982896584?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116782786982896584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116782786982896584' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116782786982896584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116782786982896584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2007/01/dezembro-2006.html' title='Dezembro 2006'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116717209882906307</id><published>2006-12-26T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-28T02:44:40.760Z</updated><title type='text'>2006 - mês a mês</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANEIRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confirmação do rumor. Ia mesmo haver cortes orçamentais.&lt;br /&gt;Preparar o CV era a próxima e mais importante tarefa.&lt;br /&gt;Até que a primeira entrevista nem correu assim tão mal. A ver vamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEVEREIRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;O jantar em casa do HC, colega do PAMARK, é facto memorável. Ainda agora quando vejo as imensas fotos, sorrio com as lembranças. Posso dizer que se trata de um bom grupo (não só os que foram a esta&lt;em&gt; fiesta&lt;/em&gt;, mas todos os ausentes também). Prova viva disso mesmo é a realização de uma 3ª edição em Setembro e o desejo de surgirem mais em 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARÇO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Não me lembro de nada marcante, o que pode ter o seu lado positivo. Normalmente, só me recordo de coisas tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Deve ter sido muito calmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ABRIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“D” de despedidas e algumas lágrimas. CRPG - Dois anos que passaram a correr: diversas troca de gabinetes e de cargos também. Alguns desatinos e frustrações, mas tudo isso se esquece quando me apercebo que aprendi imenso pessoal e profissionalmente, que conheci gente fantástica e outros nem por isso. Em suma, já aprendi a viver na selva ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Início da PG e um openning day no Caramulo para saudosamente recordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, também cheguei aos 30!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAIO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reencontro com pessoas do passado. Afinal a Internet tem aspectos positivos. Quem haveria de dizer que ia voltar a ver pessoas com quem perdi contacto há mais de 6 anos?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O calor e o sol já chamam por mim. Praia aí vou eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jantares tardios num tasco qualquer em S. Vicente, Penafiel. Aquilo sim, eram boas pataniscas de bacalhau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Mundial – Alemanha 2006&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parecia possível. As tardes na Praça da Ribeira a ver os jogos. O som de golo surgia do rádio ainda antes de vermos na TV…&lt;br /&gt;Era a euforia total, mas faltou um bocadinho assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive o prazer de testemunhar o casamento de uma das minhas melhores amigas de sempre – a minha “afilhadinha” da ESJ. Tudo de bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite de S. João: que loucura!&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro os desencontros na hora do Fogo de artifício, mais tarde os desencontros devido a uns copitos a mais. E no meio da confusão e da exaustão alguém queria algodão doce…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULHO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Finalmente, Liberdade. O passado já lá vai.&lt;br /&gt;Quase posso dizer que passei o mês, literalmente, na praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGOSTO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praia, praia e mais praia.&lt;br /&gt;Inesquecível a tarde de um domingo qualquer na esplanada do Freixo. Além de se rirem dos tiques estranhos do funcionário e das vestimentas ridículas dos emigrantes, as “meninas” falavam, falavam e falavam sem descanso. Não há quem as segure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SETEMBRO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“R” de reencontro.&lt;br /&gt;Regresso às aulas da PG, regresso à tarefa de busca de emprego, regresso aos jantares do PAMARK e reencontro com colegas e amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Acima de tudo o Meu próprio reencontro! Reencontrar o sentir, o tocar e o olhar…☻&lt;br /&gt;Um beijinho ao meu casal preferido [não fosse eu a madrinha]. Muitas felicidades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUTUBRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É costume dizer-se “ver para crer” e aquilo que eu julgava impossível aconteceu. Quando é que eu iria imaginar que seria mesmo aqui debaixo do meu nariz?!...&lt;br /&gt;Foi preciso ver, quase esbarrar-me para ter a noção da realidade. Quase que tinham de me abrir a cabeça e mexer no meu cérebro para eu acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Custou um pouco, mas o resultado é positivo, valeu a pena = Morto, enterrado e luto feito.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar o futuro com curiosidade e vontade de arriscar. Não olhar para trás com saudade ou tristeza, mas unicamente como forma de ensinamento para o que ainda há-de vir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fase final da PG – um stress medonho. As datas de entrega e de defesa a aproximarem-se e ainda tanto por fazer. Mas tudo terminou bem. Mais ou menos. A nota que recebemos foi boa, embora a justificação da mesma não fosse a mais brilhante...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEZEMBRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora só faltem 121 horas para terminar o mês e o ano, acredito que muito ainda pode acontecer, pelo que só farei a análise do mesmo mais tarde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para já, as surpresas têm sido boas. Depois, se se portarem bem, eu conto &lt;strong&gt;;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijinhos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Jane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116717209882906307?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116717209882906307/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116717209882906307' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116717209882906307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116717209882906307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-ms-ms.html' title='2006 - mês a mês'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116716742935436437</id><published>2006-12-26T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T21:10:29.370Z</updated><title type='text'>2006 - o Rescaldo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;A ideia é fazer o rescaldo do ano de 2006. Como foi? O que aconteceu? Quais os Pontos positivos e negativos? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes mesmo de chegar a essas notas, quero agradecer do fundo do coração a todos aqueles que, ao longo do ano&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; estiveram ao meu lado;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; de quem recebi palmadinhas nas costas e me encheram de mimos;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que aturaram diversos momentos de muito, mas mesmo muito mau humor;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que me mostraram os melhores caminhos a percorrer;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e que ajudaram a ver algumas coisas com maior clareza. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje considero-me uma pessoa melhor, mais madura, mais confiante. Como costumo dizer: Sou mais EU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada e beijos enormes a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MSP, RF, CP, LM, PML, JM, SM, AA, OS, DQ, AQ, SQ, AP, PA, SD, SC e ANC&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoro-vos! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116716742935436437?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116716742935436437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116716742935436437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116716742935436437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116716742935436437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2006/12/2006-o-rescaldo.html' title='2006 - o Rescaldo'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116654302896599875</id><published>2006-12-19T15:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:06:08.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6791/3863/1600/442592/elf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6791/3863/200/elf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Bom Natal para todos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;que 2007 concretize todos os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=945c0cdfe6514f0cfd0b086G06121906" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;http://www.elfyourself.com/?userid=945c0cdfe6514f0cfd0b086G06121906&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt; )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116654302896599875?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116654302896599875/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116654302896599875' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116654302896599875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116654302896599875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2006/12/natal.html' title='Natal'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116653775300455629</id><published>2006-12-19T14:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T14:23:17.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Recomendo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6791/3863/1600/512001/te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6791/3863/200/214584/te.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Um espaço acolhedor e intimista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Pode dizer-se que é agradável aos cinco sentidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;Restaurante Terra (Foz, Porto)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116653775300455629?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116653775300455629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116653775300455629' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116653775300455629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116653775300455629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2006/12/recomendo.html' title='Recomendo'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116611747154920901</id><published>2006-12-14T17:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-14T17:40:52.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Falta de dinheiro?!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;E o dia de Natal aproxima-se.&lt;br /&gt;Fala-se de dívidas, “de apertar o cinto”, de desemprego em massa, mas quando se vagueia pelas ruas da cidade, isso tudo parece um filme de ficção. Algo que não é realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Afinal, como está a economia em Portugal?!...&lt;br /&gt;As funcionárias das lojas estão sempre a repôr stocks. Por vezes, nem se consegue entrar em determinado estabelecimento (grandes cadeias da vizinha Espanha). As filas na caixa aumentam, muitas vezes porque o ATM (tradicionalmente conhecido por Multibanco) demora a realizar operações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santa Catarina e Cedofeita estão repletas de gente. Parecem formigas carregadas de sacos e sacolas de presentes. Uns a caminharem para um lado, outros nem sabem para onde vão…&lt;br /&gt;Quem ganha com isto? Os carteiristas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É olhar com atenção e ver algumas das caras conhecidas da baixa do Porto, que costumam estar perto do Café Embaixador, a debandar por Santa Catarina, a entrar nos autocarros cheios de gente e a saírem sorridentes (isto se tiverem os dentes todos, lógico).&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/34823849-116611747154920901?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116611747154920901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116611747154920901' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116611747154920901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116611747154920901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2006/12/falta-de-dinheiro.html' title='Falta de dinheiro?!...'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116482200125950399</id><published>2006-11-29T17:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T17:43:10.603Z</updated><title type='text'>Carta Aberta (ao Pai Natal)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6791/3863/1600/985678/santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px" height="149" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/6791/3863/320/202036/santa.jpg" width="165" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Este Natal gostava que houvesse Paz no Mundo, Saúde, Trabalho, Amizade, Amor, etc… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sei que é pedir muito para um ano só, fico satisfeita se receber um ou dois cd’s e talvez um bom livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Sem esquecer, logicamente, os tradicionais e muito bem-vindos chocolates e bugigangas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(eu depois compro a roupa nos saldos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; ☺☻&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sugestões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CD’s&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;ContinuAcção &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(GNR)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Best Of &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Depeche Mode)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mundo (1993 – 2006)&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Rodrigo Leão)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Fácil de Entender&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; (Gift)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 Singles &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(U2)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Livros&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Conspiração &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Dan Brown)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zorro &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Isabel Alende)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;A Fórmula de Deus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(José Rodrigues dos Santos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116482200125950399?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116482200125950399/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116482200125950399' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116482200125950399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116482200125950399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2006/11/carta-aberta-ao-pai-natal.html' title='Carta Aberta (ao Pai Natal)'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-116471908568150864</id><published>2006-11-28T13:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-28T13:09:22.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Mudança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;A PG já terminou e as notas nem foram assim muitos más ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Assim, este Blog vai mudar de temas. Acabaram-se os assuntos académicos e vamos dar início a assuntos banais (mas, nem por isso menos interessantes)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;Já agora, fica aqui uma foto do jantar final de turma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="267" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6791/3863/400/Jantar%20PGCM%20II.jpg" width="412" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-116471908568150864?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/116471908568150864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=116471908568150864' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116471908568150864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/116471908568150864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2006/11/mudana.html' title='Mudança'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34823849.post-115887834606402937</id><published>2006-09-21T23:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:39:06.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ínicio do Eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Olá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Eu nasci hoje e faço parte de um projecto da cadeira de Comunicação e Novas Tecnologias da Pós Graduação do Ipam Matosinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O porquê do meu nome?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Pois bem, qual o sítio onde há o maior leque de conversas distintas? Muitas interessantes, outras sem qualquer conteúdo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;- cafés, esplanadas e restaurantes? - sim, é provável...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Afinal, tomar / beber café é sempre uma boa desculpa para pôr conversas em dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;E, como cada estabelecimento que se preze tem disponíveis jornais, livros e revistas, foi-me acrescentado o "quiosque", de modo a ser um pouco menos comum.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Tão pouco comum, que falo para os alunos e professores com matérias sérias e longas, como também me dirijo aos leitores mais descontraídos que simplesmente, decidiram passear por aqui e ler uma ou duas linhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Espero que apreciem na companhia de um bom café ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34823849-115887834606402937?l=quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/feeds/115887834606402937/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34823849&amp;postID=115887834606402937' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/115887834606402937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34823849/posts/default/115887834606402937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quiosquedocafe.blogspot.com/2006/09/o-nicio-do-eu.html' title='O ínicio do Eu'/><author><name>Maria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10772897931546681591</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yeKSfMoZY-o/SZ8KR7RDRII/AAAAAAAAAFk/wnHe4Lj6Ee4/S220/eu.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
