<?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-8841276288603888844</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:17:37.998Z</updated><title type='text'>Estados de Espírito</title><subtitle type='html'>Estados de Espírito</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-2550193784769361566</id><published>2012-02-08T21:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-02-08T21:38:05.390Z</updated><title type='text'>50 anos em Algarvio!</title><content type='html'>50 Anes&lt;br /&gt;Táva eu nos trintinóve, assustada cus córenta.&lt;br /&gt;Já tô nos córentinóve, em cima dos cinquenta!&lt;br /&gt;Como o tempe voa... e eu ainda tão boa!&lt;br /&gt;Máje na me dô por vencida desta vez&lt;br /&gt;Vô fazer ma plástica, nem que seja no chinês&lt;br /&gt;E ainda este mês.&lt;br /&gt;Que se lixe o andarilhe,&lt;br /&gt;Quéu apoio-me no mé filhe.&lt;br /&gt;Que se lixe a bengala,&lt;br /&gt;Cu mé homem inda me gala.&lt;br /&gt;E pa quem me chamar idosa,&lt;br /&gt;Fique sabende  questa inda goza!&lt;br /&gt;E chega de baldas,&lt;br /&gt;Quéu agora tenhe quir comprar&lt;br /&gt;FRALDAS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Xalona&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN2AsSRGDfI/TzLniwYkMkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AeGqkyOZc9E/s1600/imagesCAZBTF82.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN2AsSRGDfI/TzLniwYkMkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AeGqkyOZc9E/s1600/imagesCAZBTF82.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;(Este poema foi a minha irmã que&amp;nbsp; fez e insistiu em me oferecer no dia dos mes anos!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-2550193784769361566?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/2550193784769361566/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=2550193784769361566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2550193784769361566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2550193784769361566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2012/02/50-anos-em-algarvio.html' title='50 anos em Algarvio!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PN2AsSRGDfI/TzLniwYkMkI/AAAAAAAAAhU/AeGqkyOZc9E/s72-c/imagesCAZBTF82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1761017645222180823</id><published>2011-12-10T15:18:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-12-10T15:22:05.667Z</updated><title type='text'>Decoração de Natal 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sX-4zsGymsg/TuN2-E_WX0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/LWwt4Z_5qoc/s1600/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+038.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="279" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sX-4zsGymsg/TuN2-E_WX0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/LWwt4Z_5qoc/s320/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+038.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Tp86K_Dak/TuN3NbvKl-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/VFmSoFp9Np4/s1600/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+039+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d-Tp86K_Dak/TuN3NbvKl-I/AAAAAAAAAg8/VFmSoFp9Np4/s320/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+039+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F066Cqe51-8/TuN3U-GgkZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QkKCC04FKW8/s1600/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+040+-+C%25C3%25B3pia+%25282%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="217" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F066Cqe51-8/TuN3U-GgkZI/AAAAAAAAAhE/QkKCC04FKW8/s320/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+040+-+C%25C3%25B3pia+%25282%2529.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uJIamR05Ag/TuN3euS_fHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/c2NWsw5KpmY/s1600/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+045.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5uJIamR05Ag/TuN3euS_fHI/AAAAAAAAAhM/c2NWsw5KpmY/s320/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+045.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;O Natal da Milú... melhor dizer:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O espaço natalício da Milú!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-1761017645222180823?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/1761017645222180823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=1761017645222180823&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1761017645222180823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1761017645222180823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2011/12/decoracao-de-natal.html' title='Decoração de Natal 2011'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sX-4zsGymsg/TuN2-E_WX0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/LWwt4Z_5qoc/s72-c/inc%25C3%25AAndios+e+outras+038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-6710428910241942249</id><published>2011-08-26T11:39:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T07:54:39.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Olhar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6-MAzhPGSs/Tldmohh5HcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/S1T-c0Dq3GY/s1600/22751_100806989952795_100000704836520_21959_3764554_n%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 149px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 201px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150px" qaa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6-MAzhPGSs/Tldmohh5HcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/S1T-c0Dq3GY/s200/22751_100806989952795_100000704836520_21959_3764554_n%255B1%255D.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar...&lt;br /&gt;...&amp;nbsp;à procura de quê?&lt;br /&gt;De nada... mas... manter os olhos abertos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeSPxDFs3Wc/TldwlMO-2UI/AAAAAAAAAgA/GY9_gYZI1tA/s1600/images%255B8%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EeSPxDFs3Wc/TldwlMO-2UI/AAAAAAAAAgA/GY9_gYZI1tA/s200/images%255B8%255D.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A espera é infinita&amp;nbsp;e&amp;nbsp;a paciência é uma virtude!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJIAqbYMr9I/TldxSohYRBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gDnxvlOGrMk/s1600/imagesCA8XOM5A.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" qaa="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rJIAqbYMr9I/TldxSohYRBI/AAAAAAAAAgE/gDnxvlOGrMk/s200/imagesCA8XOM5A.jpg" width="200px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seguindo o rumo do destino, as perigosas curvas da vida&amp;nbsp;mas sempre sem desviar o olhar&amp;nbsp;do tempo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZapVTbJV9A/TldybPnpxzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/a7bq-8mbcFI/s1600/nuno+manuel+baptista-olhares-1989448%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" qaa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xZapVTbJV9A/TldybPnpxzI/AAAAAAAAAgI/a7bq-8mbcFI/s200/nuno+manuel+baptista-olhares-1989448%255B1%255D.jpg" width="133px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;... porque mesmo caindo, sem nada de nada, cair-se-á &amp;nbsp;sempre em terra firme, desnivelada, com obstáculos, mas&amp;nbsp;em terra firme!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-6710428910241942249?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/6710428910241942249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=6710428910241942249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/6710428910241942249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/6710428910241942249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2011/08/olhar.html' title='O Meu Olhar!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o6-MAzhPGSs/Tldmohh5HcI/AAAAAAAAAf8/S1T-c0Dq3GY/s72-c/22751_100806989952795_100000704836520_21959_3764554_n%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5922802119195304692</id><published>2011-01-01T19:15:00.006Z</published><updated>2011-01-01T20:20:31.827Z</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR90rqw6QoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VzIjZqM1IPU/s1600/2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR90rqw6QoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VzIjZqM1IPU/s1600/2011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O mar leva e trás.&lt;br /&gt;Leva 2010 e trás 2011.&lt;br /&gt;2011 vai ser o ano dos impostos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora reparem na táctica do governo&amp;nbsp;como apareceu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Descontraidos...(estudando)&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR93WkpZCcI/AAAAAAAAAe4/1J6gs4rRrGo/s1600/le%25C3%25A3o+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR93WkpZCcI/AAAAAAAAAe4/1J6gs4rRrGo/s200/le%25C3%25A3o+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR93mVgcciI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3m05ME3iFdM/s1600/le%25C3%25A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR93mVgcciI/AAAAAAAAAe8/3m05ME3iFdM/s200/le%25C3%25A3o.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensativos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;(povo fácil, fracos de espírito...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR94o75JK_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/nKK3fg-Z5qI/s1600/le%25C3%25A3o+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="187" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR94o75JK_I/AAAAAAAAAfA/nKK3fg-Z5qI/s200/le%25C3%25A3o+2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Agressivos, dominadores... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR95BxeWJLI/AAAAAAAAAfE/M2TWMonXd7U/s1600/impostos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR95BxeWJLI/AAAAAAAAAfE/M2TWMonXd7U/s200/impostos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pensamento do dia a dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&amp;nbsp;IMPOSTOS"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR95VjRjAKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/bVMFW1ZmCCE/s1600/cerebro+minusculo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR95VjRjAKI/AAAAAAAAAfI/bVMFW1ZmCCE/s200/cerebro+minusculo.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há&amp;nbsp;que pensar... Mas... idéias minúsculas, idéias à&amp;nbsp;Simpson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIMPSON&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;mpostos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;udaria &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;ortugal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;ua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;nda &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;egativa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom Ano 2011 e como diz o outro, "abre olhos"!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5922802119195304692?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5922802119195304692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5922802119195304692&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5922802119195304692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5922802119195304692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-mar-leva-e-tras.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TR90rqw6QoI/AAAAAAAAAe0/VzIjZqM1IPU/s72-c/2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1833349593651917524</id><published>2010-12-05T01:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-05T01:34:15.942Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Que tal entrar dentro de uma casa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;subir &amp;nbsp;ao primeiro patamar das escadas e encontrar um presépio assim grande e rústico?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sem dúvida que é fantástico e bonito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Para mim é, por isso eu faço os meus presépios dentro deste género!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Este fiz à dois anos atrás e o deste ano está a ser refeito, sim, porque a vontade é quase nenhuma, inspiração é nula e a vontade ... Nenhuma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adoro a época Natalicia. Mas este ano...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O Natal é muito importante para mim. Adoro!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As decorações de Natal, as ruas enfeitadas, as compras, o stress, a familia junta, as prendas, tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Até ao ano passado estava desejando sempre esta época, adorava perder horas com a decoração da casa, fazendo sempre coisas diferentes dos anos anteriores, este ano estou apenas tentando fazer algo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma treta!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um Bom Natal para todos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TPrdUNeckkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/DxDfBz0n86s/s1600/DSCF5330.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TPrdUNeckkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/DxDfBz0n86s/s400/DSCF5330.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-1833349593651917524?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/1833349593651917524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=1833349593651917524&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1833349593651917524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1833349593651917524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/12/natal.html' title='Natal!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TPrdUNeckkI/AAAAAAAAAeo/DxDfBz0n86s/s72-c/DSCF5330.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5636453077976229760</id><published>2010-10-17T22:24:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-17T22:59:41.451+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Histórias que ouço!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtS_cqCrbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/j5Wp0BLZGjQ/s1600/Coisas_da_vida%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="150" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtS_cqCrbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/j5Wp0BLZGjQ/s200/Coisas_da_vida%5B1%5D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Totalmente verdade esta frase!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #e06666;"&gt;As melhores&lt;strong&gt; coisas&lt;/strong&gt; da vida não são &lt;strong&gt;coisas&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto tempo que não vos visitava com uma ou outra teoria, mas hoje decidi-me. &lt;br /&gt;Como escrevi no texto anterior eu agora trabalho para a Cruz Vermelha de Agueda, sou motorista, socorrista e voluntária também,&amp;nbsp; o tempo que me resta do dia é minimo, daí não ter tempo para uma ou outra visita ao meu blog que realmente me deixa tristinha! Eu adoro deslizar por este teclado fora e formar palavras com o abecedário que nele se apresenta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtYJVTbUSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/PIrWsGCnGhA/s1600/coisas_da_vida3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="149" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtYJVTbUSI/AAAAAAAAAeY/PIrWsGCnGhA/s200/coisas_da_vida3.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto conduzo, oiço cada história dos meus utentes que por vezes fico comovida, embasbacada, surpreendida, fico... nem sei explicar como.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda bem que eles não conseguem ver as minhas expressões, mas eu consigo ver a deles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtaJd3nUbI/AAAAAAAAAec/6acZTD4ZzlI/s1600/Idosos+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="149" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtaJd3nUbI/AAAAAAAAAec/6acZTD4ZzlI/s200/Idosos+1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;Os idosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;aqueles que lido com mais frequência, aqueles que dependem dos outros e sentem-se como&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; "o móvel que quando era novo era lindo, agora já não tem utilidade, está carunchoso!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São os desabafos da infelicidade que sentem no final da meta!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtc79cbMWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YNCSPS1O74U/s1600/droga1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtc79cbMWI/AAAAAAAAAeg/YNCSPS1O74U/s1600/droga1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;A Toxicodependência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt; Só ouvindo as suas histórias! Desde a liberdade condicional à pena cumprida, o roubo das&amp;nbsp;vinte garrafas de wisky, devolver, assumir e apanhar sete anos de prisão por causa de uns míseros euros para atenuar o vício da D.Branca,&amp;nbsp;passando pela agressividade, a dor que provocam aos que os rodeiam, enfim... São tantos os desabafos&amp;nbsp;que ouço a partir das sete e trinta da manhã, a minha primeira volta quando transporto este pessoal para a sua dose diária de,"&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f1c232;"&gt;metadona&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;"... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;e convém que não me atrase!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtiQPafw3I/AAAAAAAAAek/v7zLgAIG-sg/s1600/historias..2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="155" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtiQPafw3I/AAAAAAAAAek/v7zLgAIG-sg/s200/historias..2.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.... E isto são histórias que talvez eu, uma vez por outra, desenvolva uma que ache interessante, mas no fundo mesmo, o que eu gostava de fazer era escrever sobre cada uma!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5636453077976229760?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5636453077976229760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5636453077976229760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5636453077976229760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5636453077976229760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/10/historias-que-ouco.html' title='Histórias que ouço!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/TLtS_cqCrbI/AAAAAAAAAeU/j5Wp0BLZGjQ/s72-c/Coisas_da_vida%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5607212938545490639</id><published>2010-05-02T21:41:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T21:45:20.055+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Voltei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S93oZtycmbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TowR7UthVMg/s1600/cruz_vermelha%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S93oZtycmbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TowR7UthVMg/s200/cruz_vermelha%5B1%5D.jpg" tt="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hoje é um dia emocionante!&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Passo a traduzir.&lt;br /&gt;*Dia da Mãe. O meu dia também!&lt;br /&gt;*Decisão de quem é campeão este ano. Benfica ou o Braga?&lt;br /&gt;Para mim é indiferente, sou Sportinguista.&lt;br /&gt;*Amanhã vou começar a trabalhar ao fim de quatro anos parada!&lt;br /&gt;Fantástico!&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Colaborar com a Cruz Vermelha. &lt;br /&gt;Pois é mesmo verdade. Há mais ou menos um mês e pouco atrás tirei um curso de TAT na Cruz Vermelha e agora, na passada sexta feira admitiram-me para motorista de transporte de utentes na dita entidade.&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito contente por isso!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto á minha participação política na assembleia de freguesia, desta vez fui muito branda, mas já estou arrependida!&lt;br /&gt;* (O Porto marcou um golo! Ora Bolas!)&lt;br /&gt;De resto pouco mais ou nada tenho a acrescentar, a não ser de&amp;nbsp;que estou fartinha da política no nosso país!&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ver todos aqueles que cantam de galo a governarem o país!&lt;br /&gt;Se gostava!&lt;br /&gt;Então é que era guerra na capoeira pela certa!&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem só.&lt;br /&gt;Uma "Porta" aberta, com "Leite" derramado no chao e um&amp;nbsp;"Coelho" correndo a "Passos" largos em direção ao monumento do "Jerónimos", apanharem um táxi e irem todos para a "Louçã"gozar umas grandes férias.&lt;br /&gt;Xiii, grande filme!&lt;br /&gt;Uiiiiii, Uiiiiii!&lt;br /&gt;Isso é que era ver as galinhas todas em alvoroço!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ao molho e Fé em Deus!&lt;br /&gt;Enfim!&lt;br /&gt;Em breve voltarei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fuga das galinhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S93iFhx5-EI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tTXPQJakl4Q/s1600/fuga-das-galinhas08%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S93iFhx5-EI/AAAAAAAAAdk/tTXPQJakl4Q/s400/fuga-das-galinhas08%5B1%5D.jpg" tt="true" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5607212938545490639?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5607212938545490639/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5607212938545490639&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5607212938545490639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5607212938545490639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/05/voltei.html' title='Voltei!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S93oZtycmbI/AAAAAAAAAd8/TowR7UthVMg/s72-c/cruz_vermelha%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-2300481940225157186</id><published>2010-03-12T11:31:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-05-02T20:44:08.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resposta ao anónimo!</title><content type='html'>Meus amigos virtuais!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim, não deixam de o ser porque não vos conheço, com excepção de alguns, tal como família e amigos aqui da terra.&lt;br /&gt;Este mini post é só para salientar uma coisa, e tudo por causa de um comentário que deixaram, mas antes de chegar onde eu quero, agradeço o tempo que possam perder aqui, embora, no fundo da página do lado direito tenha uma imagem que agradece a vossa visita!&lt;br /&gt;Passando ao ponto, mas este recado é em especial para o comentário a um &amp;nbsp;anónimo!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se já repararam no título do blog e no subtítulo.&lt;br /&gt;Estados de Espírito - Estados de Espírito.&lt;br /&gt;Pois é!&lt;br /&gt;O anónimo comenta a falta de piada e para esquecer!&lt;br /&gt;Azar! &lt;br /&gt;Isto não é propriamente um blog de anedotas, de poesia, de notícias. Não. Não é!&lt;br /&gt;Este blog é para eu chegar aqui e escrever o que me apetece, a minha angústia, a&amp;nbsp;alegria, a&amp;nbsp; nostalgia, ou apenas escrever por escrever!&lt;br /&gt;Não é para ter piada!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Se fosse para&amp;nbsp;ter piada, era sinal de que eu era uma boa escritora e aí eu não estava aqui no meu mundinho, estaria na televisão ou no teatro fazendo algo para vos prender ao grande ecrã, (neste caso).&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas transmito para este espaço o meu "Estado de Espírito", o qual, de momento anda um pouco aquém do que eu sinto e do que sou.&lt;br /&gt;E é só isto que tenho para vos transmitir, e digo mais ainda.&lt;br /&gt;Estes comentários são super encorajadores (ao contrário)!&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado! &lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;(Apenas adormeci!&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S50mzT2tZ2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ExgCEBBYmQs/s1600-h/DSCF7682+-+C%C3%B3pia+2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S50mzT2tZ2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ExgCEBBYmQs/s320/DSCF7682+-+C%C3%B3pia+2.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mais&amp;nbsp;umas semanitas&amp;nbsp;e voltarei, com ou sem graça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Obrigado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-2300481940225157186?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/2300481940225157186/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=2300481940225157186&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2300481940225157186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2300481940225157186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/03/resposta-ao-anonimo.html' title='Resposta ao anónimo!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S50mzT2tZ2I/AAAAAAAAAdU/ExgCEBBYmQs/s72-c/DSCF7682+-+C%C3%B3pia+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-8320609809503643967</id><published>2010-02-16T17:54:00.016Z</published><updated>2010-02-16T19:32:08.751Z</updated><title type='text'>Alguns dos meus disfarces carnavalescos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rP52mJ0FI/AAAAAAAAAb0/i7khHLKXfPE/s1600-h/IM001686.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rP52mJ0FI/AAAAAAAAAb0/i7khHLKXfPE/s200/IM001686.jpg" width="123" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Originalíssimo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Cozido à Portuguesa"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não faltava nada, até arroz tinha, era o fato branco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fiquei em segundo lugar no concurso da discoteca!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Diverti-me tanto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;O&amp;nbsp;cheiro da morcela e do chouriço pendurado nas orelhas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Uiiiiiiiiii! Era cá um pivete!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;No fim da noite tive que dar o chouriço e&amp;nbsp;a morcela&amp;nbsp;para os&amp;nbsp;esfomeados que nao me largavam.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rofUlJ6YI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ux-lr9tEibU/s1600-h/IM001688.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rofUlJ6YI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ux-lr9tEibU/s200/IM001688.jpg" width="135" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Foi demais! Adorei!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Não sou eu! Mas o disfarce era igual,&amp;nbsp;Servi um jantar de amigas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rpKSFVsKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/3Cxm1isiTzo/s1600-h/Carnaval-+(empregada+de+mesa).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rpKSFVsKI/AAAAAAAAAc8/3Cxm1isiTzo/s320/Carnaval-+(empregada+de+mesa).jpg" width="241" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;em minha casa, vestida assim&amp;nbsp;no passado carnaval! Depois, fomos divertir-nos!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rTex-4DpI/AAAAAAAAAcM/224KDN0TeFc/s1600-h/Carnaval(+diaba).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rTex-4DpI/AAAAAAAAAcM/224KDN0TeFc/s320/Carnaval(+diaba).jpg" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Já fui assim também! Diaba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rURzal-dI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DL6okui3PwA/s1600-h/Carnaval(Cleopatra).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rURzal-dI/AAAAAAAAAcc/DL6okui3PwA/s200/Carnaval(Cleopatra).jpg" width="118" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cleopetra! Foi um&amp;nbsp; dos disfarces de que eu mais gostei! já foi à muitos anos mas eu estava LINDA! depois de ter levado quase três horas a maquilhar-me, é natural!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Hippie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Acho que nunca o deixei de ser!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Por mim andava sempre de hippie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rVFFsNXTI/AAAAAAAAAck/08z_18xgUXM/s1600-h/Carnaval(Mulher_Hippie).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 272px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rVFFsNXTI/AAAAAAAAAck/08z_18xgUXM/s320/Carnaval(Mulher_Hippie).jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bela época!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rW_m-uqGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Xdovn_89I2g/s1600-h/DSCF7529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rW_m-uqGI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Xdovn_89I2g/s320/DSCF7529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqui foi a representar uma época, anos 40. Vestidos e penteados a rigor com fatos originais. Não era carnaval, mas pensaram. A Milú gosta tanto do carnaval que não se vai importar de representar a época. E assim foi! Até houve uma piada engraçada de um luso-americano que me perguntou se eu era a mãe da Angelina Jollie... Ri-me muito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Pois é meus amigos cibernautas, Carnaval é isto mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Divertir, rir, interiorizar um disfarce, ser diferente! A idade não tem a haver, é o espirito que conta e passar essa energia a quem nos rodeia. Eu tento isso, por essa razão é que ultimamente não tenho tempo para mim nestes dias. Como ontem, por exemplo, era para ir de odalisca, faltava-me acabar a parte de cima do fato, quando dei por mim tinha nove pessoas em minha casa para os disfarçar. Resumindo. Acabei por improvisar indo&amp;nbsp;tipo odalisca cigana, sem bola de cristal! Mas foi giro, divertido e um sucesso!&lt;br /&gt;Carnaval para mim são cinco dias, cinco fantasias diferentes, mas este ano... &lt;br /&gt;Foi um dia, e, e... Nada mau! (Péssimo)!&lt;br /&gt;Para o ano há mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-8320609809503643967?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/8320609809503643967/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=8320609809503643967&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8320609809503643967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8320609809503643967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/02/alguns-dos-meus-disfarces-carnavalescos.html' title='Alguns dos meus disfarces carnavalescos!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3rP52mJ0FI/AAAAAAAAAb0/i7khHLKXfPE/s72-c/IM001686.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5768979545560216285</id><published>2010-02-11T23:37:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-11T23:49:57.069Z</updated><title type='text'>Temas sem nexo! Dispersos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;*&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3SIyHN4EuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HzT_-kAUGsk/s1600-h/nao-temas,+M%C3%A3o%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="284" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3SIyHN4EuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HzT_-kAUGsk/s320/nao-temas,+M%C3%A3o%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;Fez um ano que comecei com este blog. Grande entusiasmo na altura, mas agora... Não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Leio os últimos posts e não têm nada, são vazios, tão... Sem nada! Como este, não foge à regra.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Sentada aqui no carro com o rádio ligado na RFM (Rádio Favorita da Milú) digitando letra atrás de letra, formando palavras e exprimindo frases. Não que elas tenham sentido para vocês que estão lendo, mas para mim, que as escrevo, tem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Comendo um KitKat e&amp;nbsp;adoçando o meu interior ao mesmo tempo que ouço o sino dando o sinal das 21.45.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sim, eu vivo numa vila onde o sino badala as horas, os quartos, as meias e os três quartos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(a sala é onde o sino está implantado.(uma ironiazinha)).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Esta imagem simboliza "Proteção"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;É isso que eu sinto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sinto-me protegida, mimada, acarinhada, amada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Será que mereço?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Eu não retribuo nada destas ternuras todas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sou muito arisca, fria, teimosa mas também sou meiga e carinhosa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sou Capricórnio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* Vou terminar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Defenitivamente estou sem inspiração nenhuma, estou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A palavra certa para defenir como me sinto agora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Desprotegida!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Boa Noite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5768979545560216285?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5768979545560216285/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5768979545560216285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5768979545560216285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5768979545560216285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/02/temas-sem-nexo-dispersos.html' title='Temas sem nexo! Dispersos!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S3SIyHN4EuI/AAAAAAAAAbk/HzT_-kAUGsk/s72-c/nao-temas,+M%C3%A3o%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7895155948920956052</id><published>2010-01-28T22:55:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-28T23:08:52.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Fingir!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S2ILAdk54TI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vMoJwYaFuJI/s1600-h/mulher-+Sem+sol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" mt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S2ILAdk54TI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vMoJwYaFuJI/s320/mulher-+Sem+sol.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por vezes sentimos coisas que nem nós próprios que as sentimos as sabemos descrever.&lt;br /&gt;Tal e qual, eu!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto, e não sei o quê.&lt;br /&gt;Estou triste, vazia, estou não sei como.&lt;br /&gt;De&amp;nbsp;à um tempo para cá, apenas finjo. Finjo que está tudo bem, que sou super mega feliz, que me sinto bonita, que estou alegre, esboço sorrisos enganadores, finjo que sou aquilo que não sou, uma mulher forte e&amp;nbsp;corajosa.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditam!&lt;br /&gt;Devo fingir muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque até a mim eu me engano, finjo-me a mim própria, mas quem me conhece a sério, que realmente é meu amigo e me ama (o meu filho), olha-me e vê que estou a fingir, que é tudo mentira.&lt;br /&gt;Fingir não custa. &lt;br /&gt;Custa é saber fingir.&lt;br /&gt;É como tentar tapar o sol com a peneira,&amp;nbsp;mas, que de uma maneira ou de outra fica sempre um raio que não conseguimos tapar.&lt;br /&gt;Tal e qual o fingir.&lt;br /&gt;Os sorrisos, as piadas,&amp;nbsp; as ironias, o humor, não importa, porque existe algo que sempre nos denuncia.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou diferente!&lt;br /&gt;Em mim é o brilho dos meus olhos. &lt;br /&gt;E quando é que brilham?&lt;br /&gt;Brilham quando choro, como agora que estão verdes e brilhantes.&lt;br /&gt;O importante é continurem a brilhar nem que&amp;nbsp;a causa seja as lágrimas que insistem em sair sem ordem.&lt;br /&gt;O timbre da minha voz também é notável, mas como falo pouco, passo muito tempo sózinha, ninguém nota.&lt;br /&gt;E assim, tudo parece bem, só que por dentro... &lt;br /&gt;Não tem brilho, está opáco, mas não importa, também não se vê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S2IVpd5OCqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B1cH7EEQ4A4/s1600-h/lua-e-sol-no-polo-norte-by-inga-nielsen%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S2IVpd5OCqI/AAAAAAAAAbc/B1cH7EEQ4A4/s400/lua-e-sol-no-polo-norte-by-inga-nielsen%5B1%5D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... As três coisas que eu mais gosto da natureza! Cada uma só tem três letras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Sol!&amp;nbsp;Lua!&amp;nbsp;Mar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7895155948920956052?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7895155948920956052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7895155948920956052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7895155948920956052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7895155948920956052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/01/fingir.html' title='Fingir!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S2ILAdk54TI/AAAAAAAAAbU/vMoJwYaFuJI/s72-c/mulher-+Sem+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7519307850270261363</id><published>2010-01-24T21:48:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-01-24T23:06:41.597Z</updated><title type='text'>Vampiros!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1zDI3wqN8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/W9DcGIuAoMU/s1600-h/Vampiros-em-Paris%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1zDI3wqN8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/W9DcGIuAoMU/s320/Vampiros-em-Paris%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampiros!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Será que existem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não! Claro que não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas é tão giro ver filmes ou até mesmo séries sobre, VAMPIROS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A nossa televisão&amp;nbsp;também trouxe até nós a ficção vampirisna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não está mal para os meios que temos, nada mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está soft e vê-se bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas o que é um Vampiro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um vampiro não passa de um ente imaginário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sai&amp;nbsp;nas noites de lua cheia e suga o sangue em pescoços apetitosos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas na verdade, é apenas o nome que dão aos morcegos de grande porte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas digo-vos mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Atenção aos pescocinhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está a chegar o carnaval, e vai haver tantos vampiros e vampiras á solta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1y_KxiTKaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EymBb2gNt1s/s1600-h/vampiros%5Bcasal%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1y_KxiTKaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/EymBb2gNt1s/s320/vampiros%5Bcasal%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado!&lt;br /&gt;Parecem tão inocentes!&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E nas noites de lua cheia, pensam como ludibriar a próxima vítima!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1zHefqAnSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WYS1tsudhMI/s1600-h/pensativa%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1zHefqAnSI/AAAAAAAAAbM/WYS1tsudhMI/s320/pensativa%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Dia 16 de Fevereiro é o carnaval, e "eles, elas" vão marcar-vos, porque dia 28 é a noite de lua cheia e vão sair à rua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Heheheheh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Estou a brincar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Apeteceu-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7519307850270261363?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7519307850270261363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7519307850270261363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7519307850270261363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7519307850270261363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/01/vampiros.html' title='Vampiros!!!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1zDI3wqN8I/AAAAAAAAAbE/W9DcGIuAoMU/s72-c/Vampiros-em-Paris%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5836693646182957646</id><published>2010-01-19T23:10:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T00:24:53.799Z</updated><title type='text'>Ausência do ego!</title><content type='html'>Sinto-me ausente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Sinto necessidade de&amp;nbsp;dar a volta na chave de uma &amp;nbsp;fechadura enferrujada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Yye7Rj3YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k-mhA_fmqXE/s1600-h/Ausencia+Fechadura+imagesCAPJEZ9V.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Yye7Rj3YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k-mhA_fmqXE/s320/Ausencia+Fechadura+imagesCAPJEZ9V.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Necessidade de força, força de vontade, coragem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Preciso do mar, sentir a areia molhada nas minhas mãos, o cheiro do mar salgado. Preciso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Y0JwjX8aI/AAAAAAAAAaE/HakHinHQWU8/s1600-h/Aus%C3%AAcia+M%C3%A3o+imagesCAJO7CBU.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Y0JwjX8aI/AAAAAAAAAaE/HakHinHQWU8/s320/Aus%C3%AAcia+M%C3%A3o+imagesCAJO7CBU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dormir uma noite na praia, sózinha, com o frio, a chuva,&amp;nbsp; o medo, e acordar com o barulho das ondas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Y1-B7BgNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rBYvWVqO6AA/s1600-h/Aus%C3%AAncia+julia-kan%5B1%5D+mulher+na+praia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Y1-B7BgNI/AAAAAAAAAaM/rBYvWVqO6AA/s200/Aus%C3%AAncia+julia-kan%5B1%5D+mulher+na+praia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Se o fizesse, conseguisse ultrapassar o medo que iria sentir, era sinal de que estava pronta e preparada para qualquer desafio! &lt;br /&gt;Sinal de que o ego, a adrenalina,&amp;nbsp;vontade&amp;nbsp;e a força voltara!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;A vida é mesmo assim! &lt;br /&gt;Surpreende-nos, prega-nos partidas, rasteiras, obriga-nos a forçar barreiras que não estão ao nosso alcance, uns tempos bons outros maus, e depois deita o desafio. &lt;br /&gt;Consegues? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Y56FnUeSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8CQcxScmsAg/s1600-h/Ausencia+Grade+imagesCAJTLVLW.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Y56FnUeSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/8CQcxScmsAg/s400/Ausencia+Grade+imagesCAJTLVLW.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E pronto, é isto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A ausência, a necessidade, a falta de coragem e ego para enfrentar o desafio da Vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Sinto-me assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Vazia, ôca e sem vontade de nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Y73baDegI/AAAAAAAAAac/l4kWnYgNQiQ/s1600-h/Aus%C3%AAncia+tom+de+azul%5B11%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Y73baDegI/AAAAAAAAAac/l4kWnYgNQiQ/s400/Aus%C3%AAncia+tom+de+azul%5B11%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;NADA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5836693646182957646?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5836693646182957646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5836693646182957646&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5836693646182957646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5836693646182957646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/01/sinto-me-ausente-sinto-necessidade-de.html' title='Ausência do ego!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Yye7Rj3YI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/k-mhA_fmqXE/s72-c/Ausencia+Fechadura+imagesCAPJEZ9V.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-3953756958986540535</id><published>2010-01-18T14:15:00.011Z</published><updated>2010-01-20T11:23:33.760Z</updated><title type='text'>Invisível!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Rk_x6zk6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YbKq4pcingo/s1600-h/Desenho+Fantasma.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Rk_x6zk6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YbKq4pcingo/s320/Desenho+Fantasma.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Rkh2nYYQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IRb2LYZTNcI/s1600-h/desenho+do+invisivel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Rkh2nYYQI/AAAAAAAAAZE/IRb2LYZTNcI/s320/desenho+do+invisivel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A chuva tem destas coisas! Riscos e risquinhos! Não deixa de ser o que aprendemos na escolinha.&amp;nbsp;A chuva&amp;nbsp;são riscos.&amp;nbsp;O risco pode ser muita coisa, basta imaginarmos algo que existe mas que nao deixa de ser invisível, pois só está representado na nossa mente, logo, é um risco!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Estes desenhos são riscos, mas por baixo existe algo que ninguém vê, só o próprio sabe o que representa,&amp;nbsp; pode ser o seu eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não deixa de ser invisível aos olhos dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É como um jogador desconhecido e invisivel até marcar o seu primeiro golo e quando se sente seguro e é descoberto, então,&amp;nbsp;passa a titular!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Perguntam-se vocês!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;.... Que raio de post é este?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E eu respondo-vos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Na manhã em que acordarem, depois de uma noite de sonhos confusos&amp;nbsp; como:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Chuva, riscos, gente que existe mas não se vê, futebol, e coisas assim, depois sai isto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Percebem agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ando a ver muitos filmes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Ver não! Ouvir!&amp;nbsp;TV toda a noite ligada, depois dá isto)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tive um sonho com o Invisivel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E Invisível pode ser aquilo que nós queremos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas eu não sei o que era, nem quem era!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Era&amp;nbsp;invisível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...e tive medo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; 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border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-3953756958986540535?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/3953756958986540535/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=3953756958986540535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3953756958986540535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3953756958986540535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/01/chuva-tem-destas-coisas-riscos-e.html' title='Invisível!...'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S1Rk_x6zk6I/AAAAAAAAAZM/YbKq4pcingo/s72-c/Desenho+Fantasma.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-8443423924839036545</id><published>2010-01-12T23:55:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-01-14T11:35:12.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Homosexualidade!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUAL&amp;nbsp; O SEXO?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z6sbs0srI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VtT8_BpdGCI/s1600-h/homosexual-gay%5B1%5D+SIMBOLO.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z6sbs0srI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VtT8_BpdGCI/s640/homosexual-gay%5B1%5D+SIMBOLO.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z9jN9q6aI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ST2YnyItyfs/s1600-h/bebe%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z9jN9q6aI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ST2YnyItyfs/s320/bebe%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Estou-me formando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que serei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z-CAXQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAYA/F_zeWOKCjD8/s1600-h/filho%5B1%5D+HOMOSEXUALIDADE.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z-CAXQ9cI/AAAAAAAAAYA/F_zeWOKCjD8/s320/filho%5B1%5D+HOMOSEXUALIDADE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Nasci!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora julguem-me!&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser homosexual...&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sou pequenino, sou&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt; lindo&lt;/span&gt;... ou &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;linda&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z_eHsxb2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/NPg5NaPOcEc/s1600-h/HOMOSEXUAL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z_eHsxb2I/AAAAAAAAAYI/NPg5NaPOcEc/s320/HOMOSEXUAL.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;....&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Engraçado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até os grandes pintores sempre retrataram a homosexualidade nas suas pinturas, umas nítidas outras abstractas.&lt;br /&gt;E as pessoas compram, pagam fortunas, admiram-nas e penduram-nas numa parede onde todos&amp;nbsp;possam ver, &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Arte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S00C_cbrqbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aVxLxuIVOI8/s1600-h/BEIJO+DE+MULHERES.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S00C_cbrqbI/AAAAAAAAAYo/aVxLxuIVOI8/s200/BEIJO+DE+MULHERES.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S00BS0vS9KI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0vNzL2ANN1M/s1600-h/MULHERES+HOMO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S00BS0vS9KI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/0vNzL2ANN1M/s320/MULHERES+HOMO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mulheres juntas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Nhac&lt;/span&gt;... que horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;(è o que&amp;nbsp; maioria pensa, mas será que é o que sentem?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Até na vida animal existe&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;homosexualidade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S00EDJJxxNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gFTfEYPe5U8/s1600-h/HOMOSEXUALIDDE+EM+ANIMAIS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S00EDJJxxNI/AAAAAAAAAYw/gFTfEYPe5U8/s400/HOMOSEXUALIDDE+EM+ANIMAIS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Agora pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;PORQUÊ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não vão&amp;nbsp;à missa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não andam na escola!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A educação não tem estatuto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As companhias são os seres de quatro patas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Então porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Porque já nasceram assim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Os genes estão lá, tal e qual como no ser humano, com a diferença de que o ser humano tem o poder da crítica, não assume as suas tendências e recrimina quem o faz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E com isto digo apenas o seguinte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não era necessário o casamento, mas sim um compromisso que desse o direito de iguldade como&amp;nbsp;casal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(agora pra quem não sabe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A grande fantasia do homem qual é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ver e estar com duas mulheres!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ou estarem dois homens e uma mulher!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;...nesta, não quer dizer nada, mas é sempre suspeito sentir o outro por perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E a das mulheres?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Será que é estar com dois homens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;´Será que é estar com outra mulher e um homem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Será que é ver dois homens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Será que é estar com outra mulher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;antasias passam pelas nossas cabeças&lt;/span&gt; de uma maneira ou de outra, partindo do princípio que pensam, &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;nem que seja para criticar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Já passou e não se pegou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;Pois é!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-8443423924839036545?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/8443423924839036545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=8443423924839036545&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8443423924839036545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8443423924839036545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/01/qual-o-sexo-estou-me-formando.html' title='Homosexualidade!!!!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0z6sbs0srI/AAAAAAAAAXw/VtT8_BpdGCI/s72-c/homosexual-gay%5B1%5D+SIMBOLO.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-8522369140547110918</id><published>2010-01-12T00:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-12T00:33:43.265Z</updated><title type='text'>Telenovelas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_EGi1TpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tnjLnGHeWL4/s1600-h/RTP.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_EGi1TpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tnjLnGHeWL4/s200/RTP.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_SRSysnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/hidrPY568QI/s1600-h/TVI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_SRSysnI/AAAAAAAAAWg/hidrPY568QI/s200/TVI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_LHYpuNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-bLGWPbGWw8/s1600-h/SIC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_LHYpuNI/AAAAAAAAAWY/-bLGWPbGWw8/s200/SIC.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Os famosos canais oferecem-nos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Telenovelas!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_tWj-CdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l8JwBpuAItk/s1600-h/images%5B1%5DTelenovela+Fascinios.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_tWj-CdI/AAAAAAAAAWo/l8JwBpuAItk/s200/images%5B1%5DTelenovela+Fascinios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vADMV0ckI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RLfr6ax-zYw/s1600-h/imagesCADY3B7Utelenovela+FB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vADMV0ckI/AAAAAAAAAXA/RLfr6ax-zYw/s320/imagesCADY3B7Utelenovela+FB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Telenovelas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Telenovelas!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_0WIgMKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aR0eh_5Idlg/s1600-h/images%5B3%5DNovela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_0WIgMKI/AAAAAAAAAWw/aR0eh_5Idlg/s200/images%5B3%5DNovela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_8KyBuAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/SYL7EXGSvpo/s1600-h/images%5B3%5Dtelenovela+McA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_8KyBuAI/AAAAAAAAAW4/SYL7EXGSvpo/s200/images%5B3%5Dtelenovela+McA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Telenovelas&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vAPVASh9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mapezPQ2Gyc/s1600-h/imagesCAMFBMQGRebelde.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vAPVASh9I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/mapezPQ2Gyc/s200/imagesCAMFBMQGRebelde.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vAZTpYWVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BgwdCDamxZA/s1600-h/imagesCAHB9117Imagem+nov.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vAZTpYWVI/AAAAAAAAAXY/BgwdCDamxZA/s200/imagesCAHB9117Imagem+nov.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Telenovelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;e ...novelas, novelas, novelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Ora bolas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Eu tambem vejo, não posso negar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mas&amp;nbsp; vejo porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porque gosto de apreciar a evolução do artista e a descoberta dos novos talentos, e sem dúvida nenhuma, o que&amp;nbsp;é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nacional é Bom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vB_lNK6EI/AAAAAAAAAXg/p_aERsknrPY/s1600-h/ETC...jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vB_lNK6EI/AAAAAAAAAXg/p_aERsknrPY/s200/ETC...jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vCK7JNIMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/i-WTpPFUwIE/s1600-h/imagesCAJV7Q86ETC....jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0vCK7JNIMI/AAAAAAAAAXo/i-WTpPFUwIE/s320/imagesCAJV7Q86ETC....jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-8522369140547110918?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/8522369140547110918/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=8522369140547110918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8522369140547110918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8522369140547110918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/01/telenovelas.html' title='Telenovelas!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0u_EGi1TpI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/tnjLnGHeWL4/s72-c/RTP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7043611126383665860</id><published>2010-01-03T02:28:00.010Z</published><updated>2010-01-19T21:44:40.996Z</updated><title type='text'>O que têm em comum as Milús?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois é! Hoje faço 48 anos....&lt;br /&gt;Uiiiii, Uiiiii....&lt;br /&gt;O tempo corre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz_-3_wkxZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vF-L87oedyk/s1600-h/imagem-11%5B1%5D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz_-3_wkxZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vF-L87oedyk/s200/imagem-11%5B1%5D.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Milú&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz__JBJVC1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/bKp_pxiXkLw/s1600-h/milu+4%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz__JBJVC1I/AAAAAAAAAUo/bKp_pxiXkLw/s200/milu+4%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Milú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz_7tGRLycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xzfife1iKJA/s1600-h/Picture+217.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz_7tGRLycI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/xzfife1iKJA/s200/Picture+217.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Milú&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz__t2SSySI/AAAAAAAAAUw/D6vOR4Xpvxk/s1600-h/MILU-REGRESSA-AO-CINEMA-COM-A-VOLTA-DO-JOSE-DO-TELHADO%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz__t2SSySI/AAAAAAAAAUw/D6vOR4Xpvxk/s200/MILU-REGRESSA-AO-CINEMA-COM-A-VOLTA-DO-JOSE-DO-TELHADO%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz__APgZoAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/b-68tIc2Pno/s1600-h/Milu1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz__APgZoAI/AAAAAAAAAUg/b-68tIc2Pno/s200/Milu1%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milú&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz__3CkA8sI/AAAAAAAAAU4/j7XTsasclMs/s1600-h/imagesCA9SQVFT.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz__3CkA8sI/AAAAAAAAAU4/j7XTsasclMs/s320/imagesCA9SQVFT.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Milú&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Milú&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0AAAi7JY3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/1l-Z1q_2XO4/s1600-h/milu-la-mascota-del-inn%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0AAAi7JY3I/AAAAAAAAAVA/1l-Z1q_2XO4/s200/milu-la-mascota-del-inn%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0SAXPONDDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yOYIV4ESA7s/s1600-h/DSC04713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0SAXPONDDI/AAAAAAAAAWA/yOYIV4ESA7s/s200/DSC04713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0R9egQivmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HJ-eysBOf4w/s1600-h/DSC04719.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/S0R9egQivmI/AAAAAAAAAVI/HJ-eysBOf4w/s200/DSC04719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Milu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O que&amp;nbsp;temos&amp;nbsp;em comum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Apenas o nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MILÙ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Parabéns a mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Milú!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7043611126383665860?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7043611126383665860/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7043611126383665860&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7043611126383665860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7043611126383665860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-que-tem-em-comum-as-milus.html' title='O que têm em comum as Milús?'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz_-3_wkxZI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vF-L87oedyk/s72-c/imagem-11%5B1%5D.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-8314941553645481084</id><published>2010-01-01T21:40:00.009Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:18:40.522Z</updated><title type='text'>A ajuda da dívida para o ano 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5lJ-LOrSI/AAAAAAAAATg/UPWocj-9zZA/s1600-h/2010%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5lJ-LOrSI/AAAAAAAAATg/UPWocj-9zZA/s200/2010%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de nascer é enorme,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Dando voltas e pontapés até sair,&lt;br /&gt;... quando nasce...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Vê o Mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5l9LpVydI/AAAAAAAAATo/V5IwduLypXQ/s200/67B600_3%5B1%5D(4).jpg" /&gt;... Colorido mas desfocado! Assim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5mgYq-dlI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZEy-Ib0m4R4/s1600-h/G279AD6AC75514FEB83B04C7953AF062A%5B1%5D(2).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5mgYq-dlI/AAAAAAAAATw/ZEy-Ib0m4R4/s200/G279AD6AC75514FEB83B04C7953AF062A%5B1%5D(2).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... Quando começa a focar, tudo é lindo e colorido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5nBrWJY3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/nfKLCZ0wp58/s1600-h/fogo+de+artificio(lindo)(3).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5nBrWJY3I/AAAAAAAAAT4/nfKLCZ0wp58/s200/fogo+de+artificio(lindo)(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...Até a noite parece dia com tanta luz e brilho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5nuP_gfuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Wxn8nlVRsRY/s1600-h/viagensreveillon2010%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5nuP_gfuI/AAAAAAAAAUA/Wxn8nlVRsRY/s200/viagensreveillon2010%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... e&amp;nbsp; nestas noites de folia, todas as cores se misturam, parece magia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Todos gostam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Adoram!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Param, olham e apreciam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Até esquecem que são os&amp;nbsp;seus euritos a luzir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;E assim se entra em mais um ano!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Uns &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;"milhares"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;de seres voltam a dar os seus&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"pontapés"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;andam&amp;nbsp;às &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;"voltas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; e mais &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow;"&gt;"voltas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, até voltarem a sair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-8314941553645481084?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/8314941553645481084/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=8314941553645481084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8314941553645481084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8314941553645481084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2010/01/ajuda-da-divida-para-o-ano-2010.html' title='A ajuda da dívida para o ano 2010!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sz5lJ-LOrSI/AAAAAAAAATg/UPWocj-9zZA/s72-c/2010%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5136948202601871381</id><published>2009-12-15T14:09:00.007Z</published><updated>2009-12-17T09:18:44.883Z</updated><title type='text'>Natal!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Natal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Adoro esta época!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Porquê? Nem eu sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;É&amp;nbsp;bonita, harmoniosa, prendada,&amp;nbsp;familiar, só sei que&amp;nbsp;adoro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Existem&amp;nbsp;três alturas do ano que deliro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Natal, Carnaval e o dia dos meus anos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que têm em comum?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;As prendas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyeYcCe12RI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IYPVwISTrU8/s1600-h/Mil%C3%BA+056.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyeYcCe12RI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IYPVwISTrU8/s320/Mil%C3%BA+056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu Presépio!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;O seu interior, a gruta!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyeXWT7i1WI/AAAAAAAAASI/fKnzR6O2nnc/s1600-h/Mil%C3%BA+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyeXWT7i1WI/AAAAAAAAASI/fKnzR6O2nnc/s200/Mil%C3%BA+058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyfHOg7WgMI/AAAAAAAAASw/7CJczdNavKE/s1600-h/DSC04556.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyfHOg7WgMI/AAAAAAAAASw/7CJczdNavKE/s200/DSC04556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyfHgSPpArI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Fc3x8RyIEgE/s1600-h/DSC04552.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyfHgSPpArI/AAAAAAAAAS4/Fc3x8RyIEgE/s200/DSC04552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyfHsvNNdiI/AAAAAAAAATA/A-VFiQpG_-k/s1600-h/DSC04553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyfHsvNNdiI/AAAAAAAAATA/A-VFiQpG_-k/s200/DSC04553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As prendas que vou oferecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyfI4WyodeI/AAAAAAAAATY/PHuaChRFuD4/s1600-h/DSC04732.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyfI4WyodeI/AAAAAAAAATY/PHuaChRFuD4/s200/DSC04732.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Feitas por mim, claro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOM NATAL!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5136948202601871381?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5136948202601871381/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5136948202601871381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5136948202601871381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5136948202601871381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/12/natal.html' title='Natal!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SyeYcCe12RI/AAAAAAAAASQ/IYPVwISTrU8/s72-c/Mil%C3%BA+056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5518114749436408480</id><published>2009-11-25T21:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T21:33:20.374Z</updated><title type='text'>Pressentimentos!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sw2ZE0dT9kI/AAAAAAAAARg/GZrSNeEXuUs/s1600/pressentimento4.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sw2ZE0dT9kI/AAAAAAAAARg/GZrSNeEXuUs/s200/pressentimento4.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pressentimentos são sensações inexplicáveis que nos abordam e não sabemos o porquê!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Porquê que eu sinto essas coisas?&lt;br /&gt;Umas vezes boas, outras más, outras indefenidas, mas quando tenho essas sensações normalmente é sempre qualquer coisa!&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja por viver longe da familia, sentir que por uma ou outra razão precisam de mim!&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez não!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sensações!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Feelings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sw2a7E3ayGI/AAAAAAAAARo/16_zHSZlibY/s1600/pressentimento-3aura%5B-1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sw2a7E3ayGI/AAAAAAAAARo/16_zHSZlibY/s200/pressentimento-3aura%5B-1%5D.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O calor que as sensações me fazem sentir, é como se estivesse dentro de uma aura de fogo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Num corpo sem cara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sw2byLC0YZI/AAAAAAAAARw/mJ0pTxi-xg4/s1600/pressentimento1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sw2byLC0YZI/AAAAAAAAARw/mJ0pTxi-xg4/s200/pressentimento1.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;E é&amp;nbsp;o cair de&amp;nbsp;uma gota, que faz transbordar fora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;... e esse era o presentimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;A chuva!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5518114749436408480?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5518114749436408480/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5518114749436408480&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5518114749436408480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5518114749436408480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/11/pressentimentos.html' title='Pressentimentos!!!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sw2ZE0dT9kI/AAAAAAAAARg/GZrSNeEXuUs/s72-c/pressentimento4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-6240785403396984736</id><published>2009-11-08T14:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-11-11T14:33:03.714Z</updated><title type='text'>Ideias? Onde?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvbLKm2OJXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZVi2AWYXPbk/s1600-h/problogger_ideias%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvbLKm2OJXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZVi2AWYXPbk/s200/problogger_ideias%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Idéias.....&lt;br /&gt;Idéias.....&lt;br /&gt;Idéias......&lt;br /&gt;hummmmmmmmmmmm.......&lt;br /&gt;Que chatice!&lt;br /&gt;Nem umazinha....&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixai-me pôr os neurónios a trabalhar...&lt;br /&gt;Estão a trabalhar a carvão, mas eu hei-de lá chegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvbLvrVYwcI/AAAAAAAAARA/QwLDF1veNhw/s1600-h/mundus-intellectualis-ideias.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvbLvrVYwcI/AAAAAAAAARA/QwLDF1veNhw/s200/mundus-intellectualis-ideias.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvbMIpWwFvI/AAAAAAAAARI/4p95ryXujks/s1600-h/ideias+THINKER%5B1%5D.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvbMIpWwFvI/AAAAAAAAARI/4p95ryXujks/s200/ideias+THINKER%5B1%5D.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já sei!&lt;br /&gt;vou tomar um cafézito com a minha amiga Joana e depois vou fazer uns trabalhitos em barro....&lt;br /&gt;Como assim, hoje é domingo, está de chuva, frio, fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt;O natal está a chegar e há que fazer as prendinhas, porque para comprar o "dinheiro está caro"!&lt;br /&gt;depois eu logo vos mostro o que fiz...&lt;br /&gt;Isto se eles chegarem a ter um fim, claro!&lt;br /&gt;Até logo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-6240785403396984736?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/6240785403396984736/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=6240785403396984736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/6240785403396984736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/6240785403396984736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/11/ideias-onde.html' title='Ideias? Onde?'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvbLKm2OJXI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZVi2AWYXPbk/s72-c/problogger_ideias%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-2433017818312060904</id><published>2009-11-05T23:34:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T14:38:11.150Z</updated><title type='text'>Estado de espírito.... tristeza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvNlA1Z_AcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Jqt2PixVOz4/s1600-h/tristeza2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: right; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvNlA1Z_AcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Jqt2PixVOz4/s200/tristeza2.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É ter que rir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando &amp;nbsp;se quer chorar;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É ter que ir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando se quer ficar; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É receber um não &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando se&amp;nbsp;espera&amp;nbsp;um sim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É antes de tudo, ter que se odiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quando se quer amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvNksoqsJzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OD3b8iLxm4I/s1600-h/tristeza%5B2%5D.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvNksoqsJzI/AAAAAAAAAQo/OD3b8iLxm4I/s200/tristeza%5B2%5D.png" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-2433017818312060904?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/2433017818312060904/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=2433017818312060904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2433017818312060904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2433017818312060904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/11/estado-de-espirito-tristeza.html' title='Estado de espírito.... tristeza!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SvNlA1Z_AcI/AAAAAAAAAQw/Jqt2PixVOz4/s72-c/tristeza2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-2502131414472333189</id><published>2009-11-01T15:41:00.008Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:27:51.805Z</updated><title type='text'>Ontem e hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2nr-eufnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FTsQlwjd-HQ/s1600-h/7537bruxa%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2nr-eufnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FTsQlwjd-HQ/s200/7537bruxa%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vamos nos divertir companheiros, venham daí, saiam das trevas..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Mas cuidado... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Não vá eu usar uns pózinhos de prelimpimpim e fazer uma poção&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;mágica&amp;nbsp;a caminho do Universo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hummm....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2tkIGD19I/AAAAAAAAAPA/cbDkGkYlgbE/s1600-h/bruxa1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2tkIGD19I/AAAAAAAAAPA/cbDkGkYlgbE/s320/bruxa1%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Já está! &lt;br /&gt;Até pró ano,&amp;nbsp; amanhã é o dia de todos os Santos, e eu de santa não tenho nada....&lt;br /&gt;Só de nome...&lt;br /&gt;he!he!he!he!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2oFoxCdUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sI1l_fwRqXc/s1600-h/Michelangelo%2520Buonarroti%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2oFoxCdUI/AAAAAAAAAO4/sI1l_fwRqXc/s320/Michelangelo%2520Buonarroti%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hoje é um dia religioso, há que respeitar, e nada como exibir uma pintura de Miguel Angelo,(Michelangelo) porque hoje, também é o seu dia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-2502131414472333189?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/2502131414472333189/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=2502131414472333189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2502131414472333189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2502131414472333189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/11/ontem-e-hoje.html' title='Ontem e hoje!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2nr-eufnI/AAAAAAAAAOo/FTsQlwjd-HQ/s72-c/7537bruxa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7972770466505694950</id><published>2009-11-01T14:49:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-01T16:31:59.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Monólogos da vagina!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2RSX5cGeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XUTP3n7B2IA/s1600-h/foto_monologos_da_vagina%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2RSX5cGeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XUTP3n7B2IA/s200/foto_monologos_da_vagina%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;FANTÁSTICO!&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, dia 31 de Outubro fui ao Teatro cá na aldeia.&amp;nbsp;É&amp;nbsp;uma aldeia pequena mas onde se podem ver grandes representações pelos nossos fantásticos actores e actrizes portugueses. As primeiras representações podem ser nos grandes casinos, nas grandes salas de espectáculo, nos famosos teatros, mas o Centro&amp;nbsp;Cultural Prof. Èlio Martins&amp;nbsp;no Silveiro&amp;nbsp;faz questão de&amp;nbsp;receber e trazer ao povo do concelho de Oliveira do Bairro a arte do teatro entre outros.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, até os Oliveirenses podem dizer para um habitante de uma grande cidade...&lt;br /&gt;" Eu também vi!".&lt;br /&gt;O que me leva a escrever este post é o seguinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monólogos da Vagina,&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena sair de casa!&lt;br /&gt;Não se arrependam dos euritos que vão gastar, porque a disposição, a alegria, as gargalhadas que damos e a própria mensagem, não dá para arrependimento.&lt;br /&gt;Vão ver!&lt;br /&gt;As três actrizes estão de&lt;br /&gt;parabéns&amp;nbsp;pelos momentos que nos proporcionaram!&lt;br /&gt;Vão ao teatro para que este não esvaeça&amp;nbsp;com o&amp;nbsp;tempo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7972770466505694950?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7972770466505694950/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7972770466505694950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7972770466505694950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7972770466505694950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/11/monologos-da-vagina.html' title='Monólogos da vagina!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Su2RSX5cGeI/AAAAAAAAAOY/XUTP3n7B2IA/s72-c/foto_monologos_da_vagina%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-4626157965121852586</id><published>2009-10-27T23:31:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-29T09:39:30.125Z</updated><title type='text'>Coisas da vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sud7sGz4_hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QlWeemL3hQQ/s1600-h/DSCF7694+Coisas+d+vida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sud7sGz4_hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QlWeemL3hQQ/s400/DSCF7694+Coisas+d+vida.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Depois de um almoço com tudo a que tinhamos direito ou não fosse um restaurnte self-service onde se come uma bela "Picanha" entre outras delícias, no restaurante "Papatudo", maior restaurante do país em Águeda, chegou a hora do café na sala Vip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Café, cigarritos e conversa daqui, conversa dali, apercebemo-nos de que a vida tem coisas, sentimentos e experiências infinitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Neste dia, ouvi a história de um dos donos do dito "Papatudo",&amp;nbsp; história mirabolante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Retratou-nos&amp;nbsp; sua vida em meia-hora. A minha amiga, o meu marido e eu, ouvimos, e concluimos que não vale a pena deixar de ser feliz, viver o dia a dia como ele se apresenta, &amp;nbsp;porque, num escasso segundo ela termina!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E hoje, vendo fotos, vi esta que foi tirada pelo meu marido em Setembro, onde esboçamos um sorriso para um dia recordar de que ouvimos&amp;nbsp;"Coisas da Vida" de um lutador, mas que sempre que lhe é possível, arregaça um sorriso e ninguém, jamais, se aperceberá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-4626157965121852586?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/4626157965121852586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=4626157965121852586&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/4626157965121852586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/4626157965121852586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/10/coisas-da-vida.html' title='Coisas da vida!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sud7sGz4_hI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/QlWeemL3hQQ/s72-c/DSCF7694+Coisas+d+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-9149706368553041134</id><published>2009-10-24T20:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T00:35:18.260+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Magia harmoniosa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuNRJ9iD2oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aj9XG9av7N4/s1600-h/20bruxas%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuNRJ9iD2oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aj9XG9av7N4/s640/20bruxas%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Preparem-se...&lt;br /&gt;Seremos, tipo...&lt;br /&gt;As Bruxas de Eastwick!&lt;br /&gt;Faremos o bem, nada de poções mágicas nem pózinhos de perlimpimpim!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas, torcemos o narizinho como a "Samantha", apontamos o dedo (coisa feia), estala-se... e...&lt;br /&gt;Plim!&lt;br /&gt;Já está!&lt;br /&gt;Magia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-9149706368553041134?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/9149706368553041134/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=9149706368553041134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/9149706368553041134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/9149706368553041134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/10/magia-harmoniosa.html' title='Magia harmoniosa!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuNRJ9iD2oI/AAAAAAAAAOI/aj9XG9av7N4/s72-c/20bruxas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1743054478822470623</id><published>2009-10-24T15:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T15:03:06.119+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A tomada de posse da Milú</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuMEXX4OToI/AAAAAAAAANU/jLQBWZGZygQ/s1600-h/1210175699_f%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuMEXX4OToI/AAAAAAAAANU/jLQBWZGZygQ/s320/1210175699_f%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chovia, portanto havia que correr para não chegar atrasada à minha primeira tomada de posse!&lt;br /&gt;Ficava mal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuMFDuZIDgI/AAAAAAAAANc/NQajqv9yJHE/s1600-h/tintin2%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuMFDuZIDgI/AAAAAAAAANc/NQajqv9yJHE/s320/tintin2%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Correu tudo bem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Fantástico!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Direito a uns rissóis de camarão muito bons, e&amp;nbsp; um espumante servido num copinho de plástico. Era o que havia... Melhor que nada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuMGAqptB-I/AAAAAAAAANk/MxRk_EHaH4U/s1600-h/!bd-cores%5B2%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuMGAqptB-I/AAAAAAAAANk/MxRk_EHaH4U/s320/!bd-cores%5B2%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai ser um Assembleia colorida, dinâmica e com muita vontade de trabalhar!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que todas as cores reunidas, formem um "arco-iris" diferente e inesquecível, porque a difusão das cores predominantes, ficarão fundidas na mais escassa cor, e, misturadas sairá um "Picasso sec.XXI".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-1743054478822470623?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/1743054478822470623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=1743054478822470623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1743054478822470623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1743054478822470623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/10/tomada-de-posse-da-milu.html' title='A tomada de posse da Milú'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SuMEXX4OToI/AAAAAAAAANU/jLQBWZGZygQ/s72-c/1210175699_f%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-2938745318052185565</id><published>2009-10-18T22:37:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T23:51:49.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Insegurança!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StuEjCKJCVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7aIq_MwC7BI/s1600-h/AMOR+PERFEITO%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="cssfloat: right; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StuEjCKJCVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7aIq_MwC7BI/s400/AMOR+PERFEITO%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Pensar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imaginar! &lt;br /&gt;Sonhar! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Todas fazem parte do meu dia a dia. Do meu mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Por vezes, &amp;nbsp;muito confusas, fico sem saber as que são verdade, as que são mentira e as que são imaginação!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me num vazio constante, completamente oca, depois, refugiu-me numa missão impossível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StuI54s8PmI/AAAAAAAAANE/MDio_HfAJK8/s1600-h/04_terra1%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StuI54s8PmI/AAAAAAAAANE/MDio_HfAJK8/s200/04_terra1%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas num mundo assim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Agradeço o que tenho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StuJ0cnfsdI/AAAAAAAAANM/DWWT_M8tRN4/s1600/Budd-Big%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StuJ0cnfsdI/AAAAAAAAANM/DWWT_M8tRN4/s320/Budd-Big%5B1%5D.jpg" vr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-2938745318052185565?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/2938745318052185565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=2938745318052185565&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2938745318052185565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2938745318052185565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/10/inseguranca.html' title='Insegurança!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StuEjCKJCVI/AAAAAAAAAM8/7aIq_MwC7BI/s72-c/AMOR+PERFEITO%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-4420197654143159006</id><published>2009-10-12T23:29:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:43:43.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escavadoras Hitachi!</title><content type='html'>Back in action!&lt;br /&gt;Este vai ser o meu último post semi-político!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, "Prometo" não vos maçar com tal leitura, só de vez enquando.&lt;br /&gt;Este foi o resultado.&lt;br /&gt;Grande jogada!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;Escavadoras Hitachi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Nem de propósito. Vestiram a camisola e foram ao despique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;Quem ganha , quem ganha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;Hitachi laranja, avança, remaaaata e....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StOfy2yl4CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SF-pT7cdgUg/s1600-h/Digitalizar0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StOfy2yl4CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SF-pT7cdgUg/s400/Digitalizar0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;GOOOOLLOO!!&lt;br /&gt;Até as escavadoras, fabricadas em série vêm ensinadas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border: medium none;"&gt;O que é que isto tem a haver? Explico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Assistia-se da bancada VIP.&lt;br /&gt;Eram&amp;nbsp;duas&amp;nbsp;eras de escavadoras.&amp;nbsp;A escavadora laranja, fabricada numa era posterior à da azul, resolveu mostrar que hoje em dia há que acreditar nas "novas" e mais avançadas tecnologias, porque as máquinas podem ter o mesmo aspecto, o conteúdo de cada uma é que é diferente, nem que leve só mais um parafuso e uma porca e menos um elo nos amortecedores, já fica diferente e custa mais uns €.&lt;br /&gt;O jogo aqui foi idêntico.&lt;br /&gt;O candidato do CDS esteve quatro mandatos&amp;nbsp;no poder&amp;nbsp; na Câmara Municipal,&amp;nbsp; mais uns aninhos na capital, voltou com os seus quase 80 anos,&amp;nbsp;e quiz entrar no desafio contra o candidato do PSD com quase metade da idade, este, que até nem estava para se chatear, aceitou o desafio sabendo que ia ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo:&lt;br /&gt;Daí, eu ter baptizado o desafio por "Escavadoras Hitachi", porque a partir de agora, é que vai ser cavar!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Fiquem bem!&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo isto, ia esquecendo de vos dizer de que ainda não sou presidente de junta, mas entrei para a Assembleia de Freguesia, e daqui por quatro anos venho de "Bulldozer", e vou arbitrar o jogo. &lt;br /&gt;Preparem-se para os cartões vermelhos, faltas, fora de jogo e expulsões!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StOxCVs8t3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/NTKmUVX6ym0/s1600-h/bulldozer2bf924bb07%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StOxCVs8t3I/AAAAAAAAAMs/NTKmUVX6ym0/s200/bulldozer2bf924bb07%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Bye! Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-4420197654143159006?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/4420197654143159006/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=4420197654143159006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/4420197654143159006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/4420197654143159006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/10/escavadoras-hitachi.html' title='Escavadoras Hitachi!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StOfy2yl4CI/AAAAAAAAAMk/SF-pT7cdgUg/s72-c/Digitalizar0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-600332532165031376</id><published>2009-10-10T22:29:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:40:10.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A candidata!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StD32VHz8EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mCkeBodT-bQ/s1600-h/Milu_programa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StD32VHz8EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mCkeBodT-bQ/s200/Milu_programa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Olá a todos!&lt;br /&gt;Esta sou eu, a candidata&amp;nbsp;pelo PS para a Assembleia de Freguesia de Bustos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu hoje nem vou dormir!&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem um golfinho num mar de tubarões!&lt;br /&gt;Têm razão, onde andam golfinhos, os tubarões nem se aproximam!&lt;br /&gt;Vêm camufulados.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã vai ser lindo!&lt;br /&gt;Esta experiência foi muito gira. Aprendi&amp;nbsp;coisas, vi coisas, que realmente deixam que pensar! &lt;br /&gt;Mas é muito interessante!&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã eu volto com notícias, nem que seja para vos dizer.&lt;br /&gt;" Meus Amigos"!&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei....&lt;br /&gt;Experiência, claro!&lt;br /&gt;Vá lá, não se esqueçam de ir cumprir com o dever cívico!&lt;br /&gt;Não custa nada!&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitam para dar a tal caminhada que os doutores recomendam.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar faz bem!&lt;br /&gt;Se quiserem saber mais alguma sobre este grupo de jovens, visitem-nos em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bustos-em-primeiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://www.bustos-em-primeiro.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-600332532165031376?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/600332532165031376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=600332532165031376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/600332532165031376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/600332532165031376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/10/ola-todos-esta-sou-eu-candidata-ps-para.html' title='A candidata!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/StD32VHz8EI/AAAAAAAAAMc/mCkeBodT-bQ/s72-c/Milu_programa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1747839965191882366</id><published>2009-09-13T23:04:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T00:18:06.123+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Piadinha Só!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sq1pJPHfwrI/AAAAAAAAAME/zdQmtCcnYPk/s1600-h/cavaco-ferreira-leite-socrates-dia-namorados%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sq1pJPHfwrI/AAAAAAAAAME/zdQmtCcnYPk/s320/cavaco-ferreira-leite-socrates-dia-namorados%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter deixado o "Espinho da Rosa"...&lt;br /&gt;.... partiu como se nada fosse...&lt;br /&gt;Será que&amp;nbsp;"elas" têm a&amp;nbsp;vacina contra o "Tétano"?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Vejamos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sq1qQ2vkR4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4FYa7jPQcgk/s1600-h/socrates-ferreira-leite-aranhas%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sq1qQ2vkR4I/AAAAAAAAAMM/4FYa7jPQcgk/s320/socrates-ferreira-leite-aranhas%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;..... contra o Tétano ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Contra a parede sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Viram o reflexo.... Assustaram-se!...Pois um, era o espelho do outro! Nem disfarçados de perigosos e mortíforos os abrandou... nenhum caíu...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Até ao próximo capítulo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-1747839965191882366?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/1747839965191882366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=1747839965191882366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1747839965191882366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1747839965191882366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/09/depois-de-ter-deixado-o-espinho-da-rosa.html' title='Uma Piadinha Só!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sq1pJPHfwrI/AAAAAAAAAME/zdQmtCcnYPk/s72-c/cavaco-ferreira-leite-socrates-dia-namorados%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7573568664538300640</id><published>2009-09-11T23:33:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T23:54:57.582+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Política!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;or&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;pção...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nteriorizei,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;emi.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;nconscientemente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;onsegui&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;madurecer&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;a ideia da &lt;strong&gt;POLÍTICA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SqrUpHguUZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QhXcSJWshG4/s1600-h/politica%5B1%5D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mq="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SqrUpHguUZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QhXcSJWshG4/s400/politica%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7573568664538300640?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7573568664538300640/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7573568664538300640&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7573568664538300640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7573568664538300640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/09/politica.html' title='Política!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SqrUpHguUZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/QhXcSJWshG4/s72-c/politica%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7642549788866745735</id><published>2009-08-31T23:36:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T00:34:56.257+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo Blogue</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SpxUc_ivYzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JVFT_NRRyZM/s1600-h/Braz%C3%A3o+de+Bustos_blogue+picasaweb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 139px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SpxUc_ivYzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JVFT_NRRyZM/s400/Braz%C3%A3o+de+Bustos_blogue+picasaweb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376264912243745586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;É por este brasão que representa a Freguesia de Bustos que eu e a minha lista de jovens vamos lutar.&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser uma luta difícil, muito difícil, mas como somos realistas, com ideias novas,  persistentes e o sangue que nos corre nas veias é um sangue vivo e sem mazelas, vamos em frente como  Joana d'Arc!&lt;br /&gt;O site do nosso blogue para quem queira visitar e conhecer-nos é:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);" href="http://bustos-em-primeiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://bustos-em-primeiro.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7642549788866745735?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7642549788866745735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7642549788866745735&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7642549788866745735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7642549788866745735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/08/novo-blogue.html' title='Novo Blogue'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SpxUc_ivYzI/AAAAAAAAAK4/JVFT_NRRyZM/s72-c/Braz%C3%A3o+de+Bustos_blogue+picasaweb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5649855290303270933</id><published>2009-08-29T10:52:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T12:50:17.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleições à porta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SpkUr-6llyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BST5WMZ1bQc/s1600-h/para+blogue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 35px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375350376099059490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SpkUr-6llyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BST5WMZ1bQc/s400/para+blogue.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Olá, olá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;(não estou vendendo gelados, não)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que acham deste vermelhinho neste fundo negro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não digam que fica mal, porque até fica bem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho uma novidade para vos contar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não vieram de punho levantado, não!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trouxeram-me um "rosa" e um convite. Qual é a mulher que não gosta?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é, amigos leitores: convidaram-me para encabeçar a lista do PS para a Assembleia de Freguesia de onde eu vivo, e eu aceitei. Com uma condição, com a qual concordaram:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Só aceito se eu puder fazer uma lista jovem".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saiu uma lista jovem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dos 9 efectivos, a mais velha sou eu, com 47 anos. Depois, têm todos vinte e poucos (a média é de 28 anos).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perguntam-se vocês como é que é possível?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É fácil!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;São os jovens, incluindo estes, que querem uma mudança. Eles sim, sabem o que é melhor para hoje e para amanhã, para o seu futuro, porque nós.... vamos parando no tempo e acomodando-nos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O PS (local) deu-nos essa oportunidade e nós vamos tentar mostrar que um punho e uma flor, com força e delicadeza, muito podem fazer, desde que os projectos apresentados sejam cumpridos e não se prometa o que não é possivel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem pensar ou julgar que os jovens nada sabem sobre política ou o que querem, estão muito enganados!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem sempre idade é experiência! (por vezes a experiência é a mãe dos piores vícios).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há que acreditar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu acredito!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até ao meu próximo Post Scriptum.... (PS)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5649855290303270933?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5649855290303270933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5649855290303270933&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5649855290303270933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5649855290303270933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/08/ola-ola-nao-estou-vendendo-gelados-nao.html' title='Eleições à porta!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SpkUr-6llyI/AAAAAAAAAKo/BST5WMZ1bQc/s72-c/para+blogue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7244803340064827401</id><published>2009-07-22T08:42:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T08:55:38.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Truz! Truz!....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SmbDE-4bEqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JGKr7CYNudM/s1600-h/image226%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361186896797700770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SmbDE-4bEqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JGKr7CYNudM/s400/image226%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Truz! Truz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguèm aí desse lado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Férias.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas eu estou a ver-vos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até parece que eu estive de férias não é?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não foi nada disso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A preguiça. Danadinha essa coisa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bateu-me á porta, abancou e eu estava a ver que nunca mais ia embora!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas foi... e deixou-me um aviso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu vou voltar!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já viram a minha sorte?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Estou a precisar de férias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou aproveitar pra começar a fazer as malas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mulheres é assim mesmo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vão uma semana e levam tralha para um mês!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu não fujo á regra!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até ao próximo Post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;..... Vou voltar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7244803340064827401?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7244803340064827401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7244803340064827401&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7244803340064827401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7244803340064827401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/07/truz-truz.html' title='Truz! Truz!....'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SmbDE-4bEqI/AAAAAAAAAKY/JGKr7CYNudM/s72-c/image226%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-3231588910582862298</id><published>2009-04-29T13:36:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T14:56:26.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Natureza!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SfhJ3IKFF_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/r7XrSP_5B0U/s1600-h/arvore+1...cabe%C3%A7a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330091370424375282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SfhJ3IKFF_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/r7XrSP_5B0U/s400/arvore+1...cabe%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A natureza é incrível!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como nós! Também somos natureza!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A natureza a que me refiro, é aquela que observamos, a que nos alimenta a vida, que nos cede o seu espaço para reflectir, pensar e decidir!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No fundo somos como uma ávore. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sim uma árvore!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Somos um tronco com galhos, e o nosso interior composto de veias, músculos, sangue e outros, é como se fossem os ramos, as folhas e a seiva dela!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Isto é, pura e simplesmente...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nada mais do que...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Divagar!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-3231588910582862298?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/3231588910582862298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=3231588910582862298&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3231588910582862298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3231588910582862298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/04/natureza.html' title='Natureza!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SfhJ3IKFF_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/r7XrSP_5B0U/s72-c/arvore+1...cabe%C3%A7a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-3657347559805478629</id><published>2009-04-22T15:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:27:34.991+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Se8oaDFjs_I/AAAAAAAAAII/DfSbX_XYR3c/s1600-h/thumbnailCANI0OFL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327521312172913650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Se8oaDFjs_I/AAAAAAAAAII/DfSbX_XYR3c/s400/thumbnailCANI0OFL.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Best, by Tina Turner!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simply the Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem dúvida que esta mulher pros seus sessenta e...È a melhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquelas pernas, a genica, a voz e a sensualidade. (não digam que não!)She is the Best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tem muitas mais com todos esses predicados, mas tambem têm muito menos idade!Perguntam-se vocês porquê que me lembrei deste tema?Estou a ouvir rádio, e faltava-me a inspiração, ela apareceu a cantar aos meus ouvidos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E pronto!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tema:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Tina Turner"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simples! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-3657347559805478629?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/3657347559805478629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=3657347559805478629&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3657347559805478629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3657347559805478629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/04/best-by-tina-turner-simply-best-sem.html' title='The Best!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Se8oaDFjs_I/AAAAAAAAAII/DfSbX_XYR3c/s72-c/thumbnailCANI0OFL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-99162924533061822</id><published>2009-04-16T13:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T13:18:12.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Dias!</title><content type='html'>5 Dias que não vinha cá, é verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Mas também vinha fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Novidades não tenho!&lt;br /&gt;Tempo? &lt;br /&gt;Esse até tenho! Disposição é que não!&lt;br /&gt;Mas como estão a insistir muito...(hihihi, mentirosa!)&lt;br /&gt;Publico este post, e depois escrevo outro.&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me inspirar!&lt;br /&gt;Até já!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-99162924533061822?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/99162924533061822/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=99162924533061822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/99162924533061822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/99162924533061822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/04/5-dias.html' title='5 Dias!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-8228688036797835676</id><published>2009-04-11T00:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T00:41:49.614+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fertilidade no curral!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sd_YrsG_2vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zFCCEZSGNqo/s1600-h/A+pascoa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323211529661700850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sd_YrsG_2vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zFCCEZSGNqo/s400/A+pascoa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por alguma razão o coelho e a galinha são os símbolos da Páscoa!&lt;br /&gt;Entendem porquê?&lt;br /&gt;Aí está a explicação!&lt;br /&gt;Quanto aos ovinhos coloridos...&lt;br /&gt;Bem!...&lt;br /&gt;Foi da imaginação!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;obs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Para quem não sabe, os ovos são símbolo da vida e da fertilização! Provado por "C+G"! &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/8841276288603888844-8228688036797835676?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/8228688036797835676/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=8228688036797835676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8228688036797835676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8228688036797835676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/04/fertilidade-no-curral_11.html' title='Fertilidade no curral!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sd_YrsG_2vI/AAAAAAAAAIA/zFCCEZSGNqo/s72-c/A+pascoa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7273884635093337955</id><published>2009-04-06T15:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T15:19:55.462+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is the air</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321579481446152546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdoMV-ua-WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l0WmVeggW24/s320/nuvem+5..+love+is+the+air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Estava a ver imagens de nuvens e a ouvir música na rádio e &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;ao andar com o cursor para baixo, aparece esta nuvem, ao mesmo tempo que passa a musica intitulada, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;"Love is in the air".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Pensei!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Nem mais! é um post mesmo assim pequenino e vai-se chamar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                             "Love is in the air"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7273884635093337955?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7273884635093337955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7273884635093337955&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7273884635093337955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7273884635093337955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-is-air.html' title='Love is the air'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdoMV-ua-WI/AAAAAAAAAHo/l0WmVeggW24/s72-c/nuvem+5..+love+is+the+air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-788334955652740040</id><published>2009-04-01T21:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T22:18:04.830+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Primeiro de Abril!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdPTa7ip4uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZRx5QnEqQVs/s1600-h/thumbnailCALLFEBB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319828044467790562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 115px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdPTa7ip4uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZRx5QnEqQVs/s320/thumbnailCALLFEBB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juro que é mentira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juro! Jamais diria ou faria uma coisa dessas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juro, que isto não é que estás a pensar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juro por tudo o que é de mais sagrado. Isso? Nunca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E as promessas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem.... Melhor nem falar delas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porquê então um dia dedicado á mentira?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos os dias nos mentem e nós por uma razão ou outra, brincadeira ou não ou por conveniência mentimos. Se não mentimos, distorcemos a verdade, Correcto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então porquê um dia especial para a "mentira"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teria muito mais lógica haver o dia da Verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;uiiiiiiiiiiiii... coitados dos mentirosos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E os nossos políticos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah!ah!ah! Tomara eles que ninguém se lembre de apresentar essa ideia em assembleia e muito menos um referendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bom, isto seria polítiquices e hoje é apenas o dia da mentirinha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois bem, para que ninguém fique com ar de "Pinóquio", é favor de amanhã passarem os desmentidos a papel químico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sim, papel químico para que não haja dúvidas sobre a verdade, assim fica em duplicado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Heheheheh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até ao meu próximo Post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-788334955652740040?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/788334955652740040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=788334955652740040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/788334955652740040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/788334955652740040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-primeiro-de-abril.html' title='O Primeiro de Abril!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdPTa7ip4uI/AAAAAAAAAHI/ZRx5QnEqQVs/s72-c/thumbnailCALLFEBB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-3405078687440110901</id><published>2009-03-30T18:27:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:04:39.796+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resumo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdEBTwEAqzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gzKtngrt44s/s1600-h/g_2meses%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319034073732131634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdEBTwEAqzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gzKtngrt44s/s320/g_2meses%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre Fevereiro e Março não escrevi muito, não, mas o que escrevi resume-se assim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Num "Papel" comecei "Erro" atrás de erro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numa "Noite" em que "Há coisas" ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Acho" eu, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;poderia ser um "Universo" com um simples "Olá a todos" e uma mensagem para qualquer um. "Leiam-me", não importa se são "Santos e Pecadores", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;se existe ou não uma "Fantasia", sim, mas "Qual?", &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;imaginar uma viagem a "Roma" com várias ou só uma "Amiga"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não importa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Apenas "Diferente"! Aquela "Lua", "Era o quê"? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se senti "Medo"? "Sim" senti, não passava de um "Castelo de fumo",&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sentindo uma "Solidão" enorme, e receando a "Vida animal" o "Perigo", as "Sedutoras", "Vistosas","Venenosas" e "Sobreviventes","Perigosas" e "Intocávéis" mas ao mesmo tempo"Lindas" e "Surpreendentes"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tudo era uma nuvem de pensamentos enquanto aguardava o autocarro atrás do último da fila!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Na bicha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"O que é uma Bicha?".... "Bestia em Latim!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.....Até á próxima! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;obs: Tudo o que se encontra entre aspas "" é um mote de tudo o que já fiz neste blogue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-3405078687440110901?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/3405078687440110901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=3405078687440110901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3405078687440110901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3405078687440110901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/entre-fevereiro-e-marco-nao-escrevi.html' title='Resumo!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdEBTwEAqzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/gzKtngrt44s/s72-c/g_2meses%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-513898867192047402</id><published>2009-03-30T02:09:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:23:58.559+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que é uma Bicha?...Bestia em latim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdAdNR4gJvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NdOZU6YV2Eo/s1600-h/portug1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318783273900451570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 190px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdAdNR4gJvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NdOZU6YV2Eo/s320/portug1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bicha para o autocarro!&lt;br /&gt;Bicha na caixa do supermercado!&lt;br /&gt;Bicha a fêmea do bicho!&lt;br /&gt;Bicha do conta-quilómetros!&lt;br /&gt;Bicha-solitária!&lt;br /&gt;Bicha de “bicha”!&lt;br /&gt;Bicha, na zoologia, definição para todos os vermes, répteis e sanguessugas!&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo:&lt;br /&gt;È tudo uma fila!&lt;br /&gt;Mas “Fila”?&lt;br /&gt;Fila é uma raça de cães! Ou de roupa desportiva?&lt;br /&gt;Como é que vamos chamar a um amontoado de gente?&lt;br /&gt;Se chamamos “bicha”, ofendem-se, ou então é porque não sabemos falar português!&lt;br /&gt;Se perguntamos:&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe, é o último da “fila”?&lt;br /&gt;Já houve quem me respondesse:&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nenhum cão, o “fila” está em casa!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho umas “Fila” nos pés sim!&lt;br /&gt;Mas fila vem de fileira, coisas, gente ou animais em fila, em espera….&lt;br /&gt;Enfim!&lt;br /&gt;Vá-se lá entender a língua portuguesa!&lt;br /&gt;Bicha ou fila?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos todos na “bestia”em latim, que o final é bestial!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-513898867192047402?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/513898867192047402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=513898867192047402&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/513898867192047402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/513898867192047402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-que-e-uma-bichabestia-em-latim.html' title='O que é uma Bicha?...Bestia em latim!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SdAdNR4gJvI/AAAAAAAAAG4/NdOZU6YV2Eo/s72-c/portug1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5337499284911681453</id><published>2009-03-25T01:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:09:42.214Z</updated><title type='text'>Vida animal! Perigo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmCT9D3F-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MZzij0c7KAk/s1600-h/4370025%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316924114407462882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmCT9D3F-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MZzij0c7KAk/s200/4370025%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sedutoras! Vistosas!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5337499284911681453?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5337499284911681453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5337499284911681453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5337499284911681453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5337499284911681453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida-animal-perigo_25.html' title='Vida animal! Perigo!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmCT9D3F-I/AAAAAAAAAGw/MZzij0c7KAk/s72-c/4370025%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-5800820810178712521</id><published>2009-03-25T00:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:10:22.187Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmB7zT4XPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pdrZGE_wJAw/s1600-h/aranha4%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316923699473439986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmB7zT4XPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pdrZGE_wJAw/s200/aranha4%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Venenosas! Sobreviventes!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-5800820810178712521?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/5800820810178712521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=5800820810178712521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5800820810178712521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/5800820810178712521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/venenosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmB7zT4XPI/AAAAAAAAAGo/pdrZGE_wJAw/s72-c/aranha4%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7651115023692154766</id><published>2009-03-25T00:57:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:11:11.368Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmBsli4tsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pPXekj5JSyM/s1600-h/3%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316923438080243394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmBsli4tsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pPXekj5JSyM/s200/3%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Perigosas! Intocáveis!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7651115023692154766?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7651115023692154766/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7651115023692154766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7651115023692154766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7651115023692154766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/perigosas.html' title=''/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmBsli4tsI/AAAAAAAAAGg/pPXekj5JSyM/s72-c/3%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1987701911984700650</id><published>2009-03-25T00:48:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-25T01:12:51.171Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmAdlyVvmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NpvN4aRtNYs/s1600-h/cobra05%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316922080935394914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmAdlyVvmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NpvN4aRtNYs/s200/cobra05%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindas! Surpreendentes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-1987701911984700650?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/1987701911984700650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=1987701911984700650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1987701911984700650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1987701911984700650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/vida-animal-perigo.html' title=''/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScmAdlyVvmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/NpvN4aRtNYs/s72-c/cobra05%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-346137271473565910</id><published>2009-03-22T20:57:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:04:09.940Z</updated><title type='text'>Solidão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScamWj-h9HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WRf7WZAp8JM/s1600-h/gabbiano2_small%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316119316702295154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScamWj-h9HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WRf7WZAp8JM/s200/gabbiano2_small%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;olidão é um&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;bstáculo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;argo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;rradiando &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;esejo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;mor e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;dio!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-346137271473565910?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/346137271473565910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=346137271473565910&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/346137271473565910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/346137271473565910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/solidao.html' title='Solidão!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScamWj-h9HI/AAAAAAAAAGI/WRf7WZAp8JM/s72-c/gabbiano2_small%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1371065524044074531</id><published>2009-03-22T19:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-22T19:48:03.721Z</updated><title type='text'>Castelo de fumo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScaVVlR08-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a3cOtKxayDw/s1600-h/thumbnailCA4OEQO2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316100608174126050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScaVVlR08-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a3cOtKxayDw/s320/thumbnailCA4OEQO2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há momentos na vida de cada um,&lt;br /&gt;Que queríamos tanto que fossem realidade,&lt;br /&gt;A maneira mais realista é passar para o papel,&lt;br /&gt;Tal e qual como a imaginamos ou queríamos que fosse ou tivesse sido.&lt;br /&gt;A isso eu chamo de “Realidade Imaginativa”, ou de “Castelo de Fumo”.&lt;br /&gt;Castelo de fumo, porque quando vem uma rajada de vento, passa e leva tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos percebem que sentimentos, sensações, enigmas… Sei lá!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Põe-se no papel para alguém um dia ler e pensar que são verdade.&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que conclui é:&lt;br /&gt;Ou está louca, ou tem uma imaginação muito perversa, ou fértil, ou então que vive num mundo irreal!&lt;br /&gt;Já escrevi coisas, que quando cheguei ao fim e reli-as pensei:&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus! Parece tão real.&lt;br /&gt;Até era!&lt;br /&gt;Mas abri a janela da cozinha e o fumo que saia da lareira desapareceu…&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-1371065524044074531?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/1371065524044074531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=1371065524044074531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1371065524044074531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1371065524044074531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/castelo-de-fumo.html' title='Castelo de fumo!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScaVVlR08-I/AAAAAAAAAFw/a3cOtKxayDw/s72-c/thumbnailCA4OEQO2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-4681857252086821074</id><published>2009-03-21T00:24:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:03:06.602Z</updated><title type='text'>Medo? Sim!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScQ40-M3JJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xNjYxqjpMdQ/s1600-h/foto70%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315435942905324690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScQ40-M3JJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xNjYxqjpMdQ/s400/foto70%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScQ0JjFx-YI/AAAAAAAAAFg/rP-SxhD6aE4/s1600-h/felinos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;É só uma festa! Não há que temer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Depois de confiar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Grrrrr!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Já está ! Acontece!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Nos irracionais e nos racionais!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Basta estar indefeso!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Sentir medo!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-4681857252086821074?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/4681857252086821074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=4681857252086821074&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/4681857252086821074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/4681857252086821074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-so-uma-festa-nao-ha-que-temer-depois.html' title='Medo? Sim!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/ScQ40-M3JJI/AAAAAAAAAFo/xNjYxqjpMdQ/s72-c/foto70%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1845817529636852650</id><published>2009-03-15T18:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T21:54:17.493Z</updated><title type='text'>Era o quê????</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sb1Orxbbm5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q6uylsiV0ew/s1600-h/thumbnailCAUH4SEN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313489649276787602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sb1Orxbbm5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q6uylsiV0ew/s320/thumbnailCAUH4SEN.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Este lobo nada tem a haver com pesca, mas foi com um cão (só podia mesmo ser) igual a este lobo que me fez apanhar um dos meus maiores sustos estando num local supostamente "relaxante". Uma praia deserta, onde era eu, o marido a uns duzentos metros de mim, o mar e as dunas de areia por trás das minhas costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Deviam de ser umas 7.30 da manhã, pouco mais ou menos.Como gosto muito de pesca nada como aceitar o convite, embora sair da cama....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hummm... Que sacrifício, e o mau humor matinal esse então nem se fala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tinha acabado de por a cana no espeto e vim para ao pé das minhas coisas buscar um iogurte, estava a dar-me a fomeca. Baixei-me, tirei o iogurte, abri e comecei a beber. Como é costumo meu, volta e meia gosto de olhar as dunas e ver o efeito em que o vento as transforma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bem....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;De repente, a uns cem metros, vejo aquele animal ali parado, sentado e a olhar pra mim. Pensei:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Uauuuuuuu! Que cão tão lindo! Mesmo lindo, parece mesmo, mesmo um lobo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Olhei para um lado, para outro, pelas dunas fora, ao correr da extensão da praia, na expectativa de ver o dono do cão. Mas não havia viva alma naquele lugar, apenas nós! Continuei a apreciar aquele "bicho".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Resumo da história:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;O dito animal branco, cão ou lobo ou fantasma, ou sei lá o que era, só sei que se levanta e vem a correr em direção a mim com uma velocidade... Só visto! O medo foi tanto, mas tanto, que não consegui sair do sítio que estava:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sabem o que ele fez?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Estava mesmo, mesmo a chegar ao pé de mim, fez como que uma curva com derrapagem (sentido figurado), correu em direção ao molho e desapereceu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Até ás 2horas da tarde nunca mais o vi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas o sacaninha deixou-me um susto e pêras!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mas não me consegiu retirar o vício nem a ideia de ir à pesca sózinha para aqueles areais e nesse dia não apanhei peixe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Só um susto!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-1845817529636852650?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/1845817529636852650/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=1845817529636852650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1845817529636852650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1845817529636852650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/este-lobo-nada-tem-haver-com-pesca-mas.html' title='Era o quê????'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sb1Orxbbm5I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Q6uylsiV0ew/s72-c/thumbnailCAUH4SEN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-8565410635830516479</id><published>2009-03-12T23:53:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-03-31T15:37:42.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lua</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sb1_eaG9THI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4xszqrD1KqU/s1600-h/thumbnailCALWTZH4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313543295748361330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sb1_eaG9THI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4xszqrD1KqU/s320/thumbnailCALWTZH4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Boa noite a quem lê de noite, bom dia para quem lê de dia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fazia tempo que eu não vos dava notícias, mas hoje, decidi-me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porquê hoje?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ora bem... Talvez por ser noite de Lua cheia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esse astro, maravilhoso, tem uma influência em mim que é qualquer coisa fora de série.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Que tipo de influência?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alterações de humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Misteriosa, afável, agressiva, doce, insenssível, vulnerável....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Não sei mesmo o porquê, mas adorava sabê-lo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Quando olho para o céu e vejo aquela bola branca com tonalidades acinzentadas, é um arrepio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Podem perguntar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Gostavas de ir á lua?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A resposta imediata seria um não redondo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tenho medo das alturas, e a ideia de andar camuflada tão pouco me agrada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Talvez um dia eu descubra em sonho o porquê!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;De a Lua e eu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-8565410635830516479?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/8565410635830516479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=8565410635830516479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8565410635830516479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8565410635830516479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/lua.html' title='A Lua'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/Sb1_eaG9THI/AAAAAAAAAFY/4xszqrD1KqU/s72-c/thumbnailCALWTZH4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-7676834237774248141</id><published>2009-03-01T14:14:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T19:04:56.345Z</updated><title type='text'>Diferente!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SaqdhIAkfqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C1GGgM5OYdg/s1600-h/01porto%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308228303220670114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SaqdhIAkfqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C1GGgM5OYdg/s320/01porto%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oito da noite, num belo audi lá fui eu com destino à cidade Invicta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão giro andar semi perdida naquela enorme cidade. Mas sem problemas, pergunta aqui pergunta ali, e no fim chega-se onde se quer.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente cheguei depois de tantas voltas à volta das rotundas. (Porto redondinho)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não podia deixar de ser e a crise não está para melhor, chegou a hora de dar corda ao relógio...&lt;br /&gt;Fominha era mato, portanto nada melhor do que uma francesinha à moda do "Puerto" acompanhada com o "Carls e o Berg"....&lt;br /&gt;Delicia!&lt;br /&gt;Conversa daqui, conversa dali veio à baila a noite no Porto, as coisas diferentes que se podem ver, ouvir e fazer...&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo:&lt;br /&gt;Onde vamos?&lt;br /&gt;Sugestão daqui, outra dali, opinião assim outra assado....&lt;br /&gt;Onde vamos, onde vamos?&lt;br /&gt;A um sitio completamente "diferente" do que eu frequento ou gosto.&lt;br /&gt;"Pride"... É o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Um bar gay...&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse reporter.... Uiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, tinha tema para uma página central de jornal.&lt;br /&gt;Mas valeu a pena!&lt;br /&gt;Diferente!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas isso!&lt;br /&gt;Divertido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-7676834237774248141?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/7676834237774248141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=7676834237774248141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7676834237774248141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/7676834237774248141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/03/diferente.html' title='Diferente!!!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SaqdhIAkfqI/AAAAAAAAAE4/C1GGgM5OYdg/s72-c/01porto%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-6389163869289244047</id><published>2009-02-22T00:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-02-22T00:41:29.538Z</updated><title type='text'>Amiga!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SaCZKjUe0MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JpsfvFB8AHk/s1600-h/Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305408767601332418" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SaCZKjUe0MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JpsfvFB8AHk/s200/Tree.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amiga!&lt;br /&gt;Levanta-te!&lt;br /&gt;Reage.&lt;br /&gt;Anda, vai, faz qualquer coisa, não desanimes.&lt;br /&gt;Desânimo é aquilo que se faz sentir&lt;br /&gt;Que se apodera, te prende e não te deixa andar.&lt;br /&gt;Não fiques assim.&lt;br /&gt;Se queres chorar chora, desabafa, grita, esbraceja.&lt;br /&gt;Mas reage.&lt;br /&gt;Reage de alguma forma&lt;br /&gt;Sê meiga, faz um carinho&lt;br /&gt;Faz aquilo de que tens vontade&lt;br /&gt;De que te apetece&lt;br /&gt;Mas reage!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te quer mal&lt;br /&gt;Somente te invejam.&lt;br /&gt;Invejam-te porque tu és boa.&lt;br /&gt;És íntegra&lt;br /&gt;És sensível, sensata e hábil.&lt;br /&gt;Porquê que não reages?&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes que te magoem, que te humilhem.&lt;br /&gt;Mostra o que és, do que és capaz.&lt;br /&gt;És capaz de tanto; e nada fazes!&lt;br /&gt;Reage minha amiga.&lt;br /&gt;Abre esses olhos amendoados, apura os teus sentidos, ergue a cabeça!&lt;br /&gt;Reage!&lt;br /&gt;Não adormeças. Olha para ti, ouve-te, valoriza-te!&lt;br /&gt;Segue em frente com os teus ideais !&lt;br /&gt;No final da linha vai lá estar alguém para te dar a mão !&lt;br /&gt;Esse alguém sou Eu! A tua amiga.&lt;br /&gt;O teu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;EU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-6389163869289244047?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/6389163869289244047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=6389163869289244047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/6389163869289244047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/6389163869289244047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/amiga.html' title='Amiga!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SaCZKjUe0MI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JpsfvFB8AHk/s72-c/Tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-475175578378200273</id><published>2009-02-21T01:41:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-21T02:56:47.661Z</updated><title type='text'>Roma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZ9ekgOMz0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/96bRVMRD69A/s1600-h/roma%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305062867283529538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZ9ekgOMz0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/96bRVMRD69A/s400/roma%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hummm, que bela cidade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não conheço, mas em breve espero ficar a saber como ela é!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porquê?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque os tempos de agora são outros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os filhos vão onde os pais também vão... Em sonho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sonho ir a Itália, Roma!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não é que ele me passou a perna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão novo e de mochila ás costas junto  com os colegas numa visita de estudo pela discilplina de história.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;História é isso mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para estudar, aprender, contar e recordar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abençoadas viagens de estudo. Aprendem e são oportunidades únicas de viajar por tão pouco!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As saudades?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mato-as quando ele chegar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-475175578378200273?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/475175578378200273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=475175578378200273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/475175578378200273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/475175578378200273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/roma_21.html' title='Roma'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZ9ekgOMz0I/AAAAAAAAAEY/96bRVMRD69A/s72-c/roma%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-4189883672566551765</id><published>2009-02-15T23:04:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T17:01:55.068Z</updated><title type='text'>Fantasia! Qual (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZif5zsezGI/AAAAAAAAADg/czjNkVjvXCM/s1600-h/carnaval%5B1%5D.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303164376706894946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZif5zsezGI/AAAAAAAAADg/czjNkVjvXCM/s320/carnaval%5B1%5D.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Finalmente consegui carregar uma imagem! Estava a ver que não! É por estarmos perto da minha festa preferida. Só pode ter sido por isso. Estas novas tecnologias.... Como sou muito teimosa, nao gosto de dar o braço a torcer... Não peço ajuda a quem sabe! (o maridinho)... Voltando ao tema CARNAVAL! Quem não gosta? Quem disser que não gosta ou que não acha piada... mente! Explico porquê. Carnaval? Que horror, não gosto! " Mas lá está á varanda, ou vira a cabeça para trás pra ver como vai, ou fica na cusquice com a vizinha a falar da fantasia, ou á noite fica a ver todas as reportagens ou programas de televisão sobre o carnaval. Fantasia? Que fantasia? A dela(e) ou a de quem passou? Pois é, de uma maneira ou de outra o carnaval mora sempre lá! Eu adoro o carnaval, o poder me fantasiar, brincar, ser quem não sou. É fantástico!por isso amigos... toca a pôr uma mascarilha, uma pintura arrojada, um fato que dê nas vistas e vão brincar! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-4189883672566551765?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/4189883672566551765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=4189883672566551765&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/4189883672566551765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/4189883672566551765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/finalmente-consegui-carregar-uma-imagem.html' title='Fantasia! Qual (?)'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZif5zsezGI/AAAAAAAAADg/czjNkVjvXCM/s72-c/carnaval%5B1%5D.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-8882116475271295185</id><published>2009-02-15T16:18:00.010Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T22:15:29.900Z</updated><title type='text'>Santos e pecadores!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Não é o grupo musical não, continuem e já vão ver!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É S. Valentim, muito resumidamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Durante o governo do Imperador Cláudio II, este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;proibiu&lt;/span&gt; a realização dos casamentos em seu império para que pudesse formar um grande exército. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cláudinho&lt;/span&gt; achava que se os jovens não casassem se alistariam no exército.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas no meio disto tudo, lá estava o Bispo Valentim (um valente) que arriscou a própria vida contrariando &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cláudio&lt;/span&gt; realizando as cerimónias matrimoniais em segredo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Foi descoberto e preso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Preso lá nas masmorras, o nosso Valentim recebia bilhetes e flores dos jovens que diziam acreditar no amor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O amor é cego!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tão cego, que o nosso Valentim se apaixonou pela filha do carcereiro que era cega. Tal não foi o amor que milagrosamente ela recuperou a visão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Bispo gostava tanto de Assíria, o nome da dita cega amada, que lhe escreveu uma carta de amor assinando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"de seu Valentim".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Valentim foi decapitado no dia 14 de Fevereiro de 270 d.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje todos aproveitamos este dia para dar uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;saídinha&lt;/span&gt;, receber e dar uma flor, uma prenda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Resumindo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Já naquela época, a igreja também pecava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Coitados dos padres e das freiras...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fartam-se de pecar, e não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;há&lt;/span&gt; Valentim que os proteja!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-8882116475271295185?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/8882116475271295185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=8882116475271295185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8882116475271295185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8882116475271295185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/vou-falar-um-bocadinho-do-s.html' title='Santos e pecadores!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-6340100737757209148</id><published>2009-02-11T21:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:29:32.364Z</updated><title type='text'>Olá a todos! Leiam-me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olá a todos....&lt;br /&gt;Sim, todos aqueles que por uma razão ou outra aqui vêm espreitar!&lt;br /&gt;É tão interessante poder abrir um Blogue, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;dar uma vista de olhos áquilo que o outro do outro lado do monitor nos quer transmitir.&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes são desabafos, piadas, notícias, publicidade, situações, lembranças,.....&lt;br /&gt;Uma infinidade de temas. É só fazer uma busca e perder umas horitas!&lt;br /&gt;Acreditem, eu passo muito tempo em frente deste "dezassete polegadas"!&lt;br /&gt;Uiiii, uiii!&lt;br /&gt;Quando dou por mim....&lt;br /&gt;Upsss! Nada feito!&lt;br /&gt;Depois claro... tenho o marido á perna com perguntas do género.&lt;br /&gt;-Milú a minha camisa...(a tal)?&lt;br /&gt;(Milú feixa-se em copas... ou então responde:)&lt;br /&gt;- Está na corda!... Sabes como é... a chuva não ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;E como estas, outras... Ele tem razão! Mas fazer o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Não posso ralhar com o dezassete polegadas e muito menos com o PC.&lt;br /&gt;Mas querem saber uma coisa?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não vier aqui e dar dois dedos de teclado, nem parece que é dia!&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo este blá blá todo.&lt;br /&gt;Queridos "cibernautas", volta e meia vou escrevendo temas diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;desde o dialogar convosco, rasurando os meus estados, comunicando coisas!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo dependerá de como está o meu, "Estado de Espirito".&lt;br /&gt;(mas não vai ser um diário... não, não!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pois bem, por hoje chega, podem continuar a ler!&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã há mais! Boa noite &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Voltem sempre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-6340100737757209148?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/6340100737757209148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=6340100737757209148&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/6340100737757209148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/6340100737757209148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/ola-todos.html' title='Olá a todos! Leiam-me!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-8008123950387280752</id><published>2009-02-08T15:38:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-15T23:35:04.073Z</updated><title type='text'>Universo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZimCsHTeYI/AAAAAAAAADo/Sbvf6o-Z8EQ/s1600-h/exemplos+de+imagens.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303171126360504706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZimCsHTeYI/AAAAAAAAADo/Sbvf6o-Z8EQ/s320/exemplos+de+imagens.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                    Dez horas da noite!&lt;br /&gt;                                               Ouvi o sino da igreja bater as dez badaladas .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Engraçado!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Olhei para o céu e vi uma estrela exactamente na altura em que o sino badalava.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pensei:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tem estrelas... Também tem lua, mas onde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Háaaa... Encontrei-a!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lá estava ela rodeada de estrelinhas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Estava em quarto crescente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quem diria que depois daquela queda torrencial de granizo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;estaria um quarto de lua no céu.&lt;br /&gt;Era só um quarto, é verdade, mas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;está crescendo feliz e rodeada de pequenos corpos celestes luminosos formados de plasma. Linda!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Lua para mim é relaxante, estimulante e dá-me energia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Por isso eu gosto da noite!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não sou vampira, nem fêmea de morcego ou de mocho!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas gosto de noites de Lua, da luz que ilumina aquele imenso universo bréu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É como o Sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hummmm.... Tão bom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quentinho e alegre!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.... Mas esse não posso olhar para ele e admirá-lo, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;fere -me os olhos, só o posso sentir, e imaginar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sentir o seu calor ardente que me dá alegria, calor interior e me bronzeia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Imaginando duas feitorias da natureza, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;eu sou apenas um grãozinho minúsculo do deserto do Sara!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-8008123950387280752?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/8008123950387280752/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=8008123950387280752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8008123950387280752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/8008123950387280752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/universo.html' title='Universo!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZimCsHTeYI/AAAAAAAAADo/Sbvf6o-Z8EQ/s72-c/exemplos+de+imagens.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1399401824553120075</id><published>2009-02-08T15:25:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-02-09T11:47:53.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Acho!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A chuva cai e bate nos vidros do carro, cai forte! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Virou granizo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ouço música, escrevo o que penso, o que sinto, o que acho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Não acho, porque nada perdi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um filho lindo e que me adora.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Um marido que gosta muito de mim e tudo faz para que nada me falte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tenho tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma vida que tomara  muitas a terem!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas tenho uma falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Acho, que nao sou feliz!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A minha felicidade é como a chuva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A morrinha, a forte, a torrencial e a granizo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Qual a melhor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nenhuma! E todas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todas nos fazem falta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tal e qual as emoções...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Todas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-1399401824553120075?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/1399401824553120075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=1399401824553120075&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1399401824553120075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/1399401824553120075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/acho.html' title='Acho!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-2432906982635390709</id><published>2009-02-05T15:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:48:00.022Z</updated><title type='text'>Há coisas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZitUxwR3uI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z1nvZmVXegI/s1600-h/dialogo_20con_20el_20universo_zzepda%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303179133693583074" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZitUxwR3uI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z1nvZmVXegI/s320/dialogo_20con_20el_20universo_zzepda%5B1%5D.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 277px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem coisas na vida, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por mais que queiramos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não as podemos evitar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tristeza! A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;solidão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A angustia! A&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; desilusão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A paixão! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A alegria!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Umas, talvez as possamos contornar, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas outras não!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Tristeza quando se aloja, vem pra ficar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É uma chata que demora a partir!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Solidão, mesmo que não queiramos... Ela puxa-nos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como somos fracos, vamos atrás!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Angustia? Essa não há volta a dar, tem um jeitinho para nos abordar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Desilusão é fácil adquirir. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Basta acreditar no que não está certo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;passado um tempo, meses ou mesmo anos... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Truz, truz.... Lá está ela! A desilusão.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Paixão não tem comando... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem e vai como quem está a ver um programa na TV. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não gosta, muda de canal. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paixão é isso! Sem control!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;_ Alegria!..... Uiiiiii! ......Indefenido!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;_ Amor? Hummm! Isso é?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Histórias lindas que se ouvem, lêem e se vêem,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas é só para os outros, porque para nós....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;è sempre muito vago, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ou então, não o descobrimos ainda e julgamos sempre que sim!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque é que estou a escrever isto?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.... Nem eu sei!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Provavelmente sinto-me triste, sózinha, angustiada, desíludida, não apaixonada e sem "Love" para dar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É muito triste chegar aos quarenta e sete anos e pensar assim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se a vida que vivi nao tivesse tido significado ou sentido algum!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parece tudo mentira! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Provavelmente até foi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um engano! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Uma desilusão!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;É só mais uma vida ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-2432906982635390709?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/2432906982635390709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=2432906982635390709&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2432906982635390709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/2432906982635390709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/ha-coisas.html' title='Há coisas!'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JRYtkjCqxs4/SZitUxwR3uI/AAAAAAAAADw/Z1nvZmVXegI/s72-c/dialogo_20con_20el_20universo_zzepda%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-4037728501119946494</id><published>2009-02-04T16:34:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T21:24:46.024Z</updated><title type='text'>Noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imensa é a noite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grande, negra, alta, magestosa, linda e perigosa.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro a noite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O seu silêncio faz-me navegar no espaço, no seu infinito bréu, na sua louca vontade de se encontrar com a aurora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A noite faz-me pensar, faz-me chorar, sorrir e rir, mas como é noite, fecha-se e não se abre até a madrugada chegar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tem noites que parecem dias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;São as noites de luar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noites de luar, são lindas essas noites á beira-mar, olhar o reflexo da lua nas águas mexidas do mar durante o dia e calmas na noite.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperando o pescador atirar a linha com um anzol isccado, depois sentar-se numa rocha ou na areia e, ....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperar, pensar, meditar, olhar o infinito e apreciar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquela noite, uma noite de luar!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noite é noite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com ou sem lua!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre será noite, num caminho, numa rua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje, ontem e sempre.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca se vê nua.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É noite!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-4037728501119946494?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-1245281586376129176</id><published>2009-02-04T15:12:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-11T22:52:42.154Z</updated><title type='text'>Erro!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O Erro!&lt;br /&gt;O Erro comete-se!&lt;br /&gt;O Erro corrige-se!&lt;br /&gt;O Erro é errar!&lt;br /&gt;Sem errar não se aprende.&lt;br /&gt;Ao Erro junta-se uma pitada de mentira,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;de adrenalina e de fuga.&lt;br /&gt;Mistura-se tudo!&lt;br /&gt;E o resultado final é?&lt;br /&gt;Errar para se puder corrigir e reaprender!&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; O nascer já é um Erro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8841276288603888844.post-3716625932257103568</id><published>2009-02-04T14:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-05T23:40:29.014Z</updated><title type='text'>Papel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quanto tempo nao desabafava contigo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gosto de acender um cigarro, pegar numa esferográfica, ouvir uma música a tocar e deslizar sobre o teu corpo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sim, deve fazer-te cócegas, por vezes deves sentir vontade de rir, outras, de chorar, mas como és papel.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não reages!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A tua reacção é limitares-te a sentir-me e fazeres-me companhia!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Adoro-te por me suportares.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somos fiéis um ao outro, sentes-me e não dizes nada!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabes qual a tua vantagem em relação a mim?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sabes? Eu digo-te.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simplesmente podes ser destruído com água, fogo ou simplesmente rasgado, depois...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já eras! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acabou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emoções, recordações, redações, levas tudo contigo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apagou, destruiu-se e nada ficou!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Comigo não!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em mim fica cada palavra, cada vírgula, cada exclamação ou afirmação ou até mesmo uma interrogação. Fica a frase, a emoção, o momento e a lembrança!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que diferença não é?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas enquanto não desapareceres, és o meu fiel amigo e eterno companheiro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E esse, és tu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Papel!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8841276288603888844-3716625932257103568?l=milueca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/feeds/3716625932257103568/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8841276288603888844&amp;postID=3716625932257103568&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3716625932257103568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8841276288603888844/posts/default/3716625932257103568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://milueca.blogspot.com/2009/02/papel.html' title='Papel'/><author><name>Estados de Espírito</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08828713730950473715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eyKdUm6Fn9Q/TzLsFVc96MI/AAAAAAAAAhs/_oYz-TunNJw/s220/milu%252B005%252B-%252BC%25C3%25B3pia%255B1%255D.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
