<?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-7695087</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:27:37.383Z</updated><category term='RICARDO CLAUDINO'/><category term='Frases interessantes...; Pétalas'/><category term='Diz que é dor de Cotovelo...'/><title type='text'>Black Roses</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>482</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2903512275220841568</id><published>2012-02-17T04:22:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-02-17T05:27:37.391Z</updated><title type='text'>Mensagens...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUNmP8rFQb8/Tz3iVWmCYsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WI4ETWGTre8/s1600/message-in-a-bottle-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709968759045907138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUNmP8rFQb8/Tz3iVWmCYsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WI4ETWGTre8/s400/message-in-a-bottle-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes, não é só dentro de garrafas que nos aparecem mensagens especiais. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes, basta-nos abrir uma agenda, de um ano que não aquele em que estamos, ou uma carteira em que não pegamos há muito tempo, ou arrumar uma gaveta, ou uma caixa de memórias, e ou mesmo ligar um telemóvel que há muito tempo deixámos de utilizar... Para encontrarmos mensagens especiais. Muito mais especiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois ao contrário das mensagens em garrafas, cujo autor não conhecemos, nas mensagens que encontramos por acaso, os autores (na grande maioria) foram pessoas que conhecemos, com quem partilhámos e vivemos (pelo menos) alguns momentos da nossa existência e da nossa vida, e de certo modo essas mensagens são além de uma lembrança e uma prova disso mesmo, são acima de tudo uma celebração aos Momentos que partilhámos com quem nos escreveu essa carta, esse bilhete, essa nota, esse rabisco, e até mesmo (quem sabe) esse sms. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-2903512275220841568?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbXWrmQW-OE&amp;ob=av3e' title='Mensagens...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2903512275220841568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2903512275220841568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2903512275220841568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2903512275220841568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2012/02/mensagens.html' title='Mensagens...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xUNmP8rFQb8/Tz3iVWmCYsI/AAAAAAAAAc4/WI4ETWGTre8/s72-c/message-in-a-bottle-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2816194939463825362</id><published>2011-11-14T01:40:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-11-14T01:53:09.350Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaNEGXMmsXQ/TsBxv0DI5aI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Enx111GVm-0/s1600/rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5674660596726424994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaNEGXMmsXQ/TsBxv0DI5aI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Enx111GVm-0/s400/rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por vezes, a vida obriga-nos ou leva-nos a achar que o mais adequado ou o mais certo para nós, e para os que nos rodeiam, seja escondermos aquilo que verdadeiramente sentimos. E aos poucos vamos construindo muros, barreiras, capas protectoras, e chegamos a colocar algumas máscaras, chegando mesmo a parecer ser feitos de pedra, de uma qualquer liga metálica indeformável, imóldável...&lt;br /&gt;E isso é tão comum, e tão constante, que por vezes acabamos por esquecer de olhar para dentro de nós, e reconhecer, até para nós mesmos, os sentimentos e emoções que encerramos em nós. Mas a verdade é que eles estão lá. E ainda assim, quando nos confrontamos com eles, seja por acaso ou por "apontamento" de alguém externo, a verdade é que nem assim os reconhecemos. E outros há que mesmo quando nós sabemos que eles estão lá, sabemos que eles têm que manter escondidos, e "invisíveis"... fazendo tudo por tudo para que tal aconteça. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quantas vezes escondemos o que realmente sentimos atrás de muros tão grossos quanto a pétala de uma rosa? E quantas vezes perdemos a coragem de arrancar uma pétala negra, por causa do risco de um espinho de orgulho nos ferir...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: Net (modificada por mim)&lt;br /&gt;Frase: minha&lt;br /&gt;Música: Amor, Meu Grande Amor (Barão Vermelho)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-2816194939463825362?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jC1ATUK7ei8&amp;feature=related' title=''/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2816194939463825362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2816194939463825362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2816194939463825362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2816194939463825362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/por-vezes-vida-obriga-nos-ou-leva-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AaNEGXMmsXQ/TsBxv0DI5aI/AAAAAAAAAcg/Enx111GVm-0/s72-c/rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6670726219840040126</id><published>2011-11-09T03:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-09T03:18:12.827Z</updated><title type='text'>LANTERNA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVfo89i_Pyo/Trnu1yBZZmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/1bVQ9ev0eqk/s1600/1140544716_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672827813377959522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVfo89i_Pyo/Trnu1yBZZmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/1bVQ9ev0eqk/s400/1140544716_f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todos nós, em algum momento da nossa vida, sentimo-nos como um náufrago à deriva completamente às escuras, e só ansiamos e pedimos por uma lanterna que nos guie por essa escuridão de volta ao nosso porto de abrigo, a terra firme... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E é nesses momentos que muitas vezes que as lanternas que nos surgem e nos guiam, são na verdade pessoas. São amigos, que nos guiam, que ficam ali simplesmente ali junto de nós, enquanto percorremos os trilhos dos nossos próprios caminhos, muitas vezes percorrendo esses caminhos connosco... E outras vezes com enorme vontade de nos darem com uma pedra na cabeça, quando nos vêem cometer o mesmo erro repetidas vezes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas a verdade é que muitas vezes também nos esquecemos que esses amigos, que são ou foram as nossas lanternas, a única coisa que querem é ajudar-nos a encontrar o nosso caminho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;«Uma noite longa&lt;br /&gt;Para uma vida curta&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não me importa&lt;br /&gt;Basta poder te ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E são tantas marcas&lt;br /&gt;Que já fazem parte&lt;br /&gt;Do que eu sou agora&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda sei me virar»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcc66;"&gt;"Lanterna dos Afogados" - Paralamas do Sucesso (interpretação de Cássia Eller)&lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-6670726219840040126?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OCOMitDA63k' title='LANTERNA'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6670726219840040126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6670726219840040126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6670726219840040126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6670726219840040126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/11/lanterna.html' title='LANTERNA'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uVfo89i_Pyo/Trnu1yBZZmI/AAAAAAAAAcU/1bVQ9ev0eqk/s72-c/1140544716_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7652858074339237559</id><published>2011-09-18T01:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T01:54:28.218+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Batismo Académico 2011/2012</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f3t12QWcb34/TnU_shpZkCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bJTss8S2lKE/s1600/320478_273380829348196_100000288444825_1115368_247726389_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653494941412331554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f3t12QWcb34/TnU_shpZkCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bJTss8S2lKE/s400/320478_273380829348196_100000288444825_1115368_247726389_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E depois de todos os Caloiros Batizados por suas Madrinhas e Padrinhos, os &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/permalink.php?story_fbid=116571658449391&amp;amp;id=100000267184373#!/photo.php?v=274434619241597"&gt;ISPIANOS&lt;/a&gt; foram à Fonte!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F6ipCJyUAbs"&gt;1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7652858074339237559?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AzHg4ozpqEM' title='Batismo Académico 2011/2012'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7652858074339237559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7652858074339237559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7652858074339237559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7652858074339237559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/batismo-academico-20112012.html' title='Batismo Académico 2011/2012'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f3t12QWcb34/TnU_shpZkCI/AAAAAAAAAcM/bJTss8S2lKE/s72-c/320478_273380829348196_100000288444825_1115368_247726389_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6030296620151089136</id><published>2011-09-08T02:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T02:08:52.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E o que foi feito de ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d67jDNhoSng/TmgUelzGWFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NLQrGfHivi0/s1600/166828_194035800622838_100000492579879_715997_8380128_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649788248311355474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d67jDNhoSng/TmgUelzGWFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NLQrGfHivi0/s400/166828_194035800622838_100000492579879_715997_8380128_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTHy1Vrms-U"&gt;E o que foi feito de ti?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTHy1Vrms-U"&gt;E o que foi feito de mim?&lt;br /&gt;E o que foi feito de ti?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nTHy1Vrms-U"&gt;Já me lembrei, já me esqueci.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Chuva Dissolvente"&lt;/em&gt; - Xutos &amp;amp; Pontapés&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/7695087-6030296620151089136?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6030296620151089136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6030296620151089136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6030296620151089136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6030296620151089136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/e-o-que-foi-feito-de.html' title='E o que foi feito de ...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d67jDNhoSng/TmgUelzGWFI/AAAAAAAAAcE/NLQrGfHivi0/s72-c/166828_194035800622838_100000492579879_715997_8380128_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6276193651139044249</id><published>2011-09-06T04:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T04:35:14.867+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kA2Qws8Hp0g/TmWTwVvNkiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/g9PkfBRiH-A/s1600/thing_12653586_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 432px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649083766284325410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kA2Qws8Hp0g/TmWTwVvNkiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/g9PkfBRiH-A/s400/thing_12653586_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Em muitas coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Já não em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Em algumas pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Mas em cada vez menos delas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Gosto de o fazer. Gosto de o sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto quando se desvanece, ou quando mo roubam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Mas se não tivermos, como seria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Eu Acredito.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito, que a pessoa certa lerá isto.&lt;br /&gt;Acredito, que todos os que me fazem falta, o sabem. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Acredito, que todos os que amo, o sentem e disso têm certeza absoluta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Acredito, que um dia poderei começar a ficar feliz às 15h, porque às 16h poderei experienciar a plenitude da Felicidade... Porque acima de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Acredito que nós o iremos saber resolver, e reconstruir, o que está há demasiado tempo parado. &lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-6276193651139044249?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6276193651139044249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6276193651139044249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6276193651139044249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6276193651139044249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/believe.html' title='Believe'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kA2Qws8Hp0g/TmWTwVvNkiI/AAAAAAAAAb8/g9PkfBRiH-A/s72-c/thing_12653586_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5897260959854825070</id><published>2011-09-06T04:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T04:25:31.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo na Palma da Mão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVWvLqhAh5w/TmWR-ZaLORI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3nFF7zvJWkQ/s1600/68719_10150276330720058_784980057_14967193_1200270_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649081808764746002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVWvLqhAh5w/TmWR-ZaLORI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3nFF7zvJWkQ/s400/68719_10150276330720058_784980057_14967193_1200270_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma das minhas paixões... O Globo!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vários, além do tradicional... e cada vez que olho para um deles, penso que embora aquele possa estar na palma da minha mão, tenho a certeza que ele (o verdadeiro) pode ser de todos e na verdade não ser de ninguém, e muito menos caber na palma da mão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se como um "amigo" ensinou, que somos do tamanho daquilo que lemos, e não do tamanho da nossa altura... Eu continuo a adorar a minha pouca altura, e tenho a certeza, que se assim é, o verdadeiro, com certeza que me cabe na palma da mão!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-5897260959854825070?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5897260959854825070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5897260959854825070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5897260959854825070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5897260959854825070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/09/mundo-na-palma-da-mao.html' title='Mundo na Palma da Mão'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CVWvLqhAh5w/TmWR-ZaLORI/AAAAAAAAAb0/3nFF7zvJWkQ/s72-c/68719_10150276330720058_784980057_14967193_1200270_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3313758496270175418</id><published>2011-08-06T02:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-08-06T02:30:21.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Músicas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ezl0LcByUg/TjyVE-XdTcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rdrL2FLbz1E/s1600/sdfrgt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637544746254421442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ezl0LcByUg/TjyVE-XdTcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rdrL2FLbz1E/s400/sdfrgt.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há umas semanas tornei a ouvir algumas músicas, que já não ouvia há imenso tempo, desde vários meses até a alguns anos até.&lt;br /&gt;E existiam músicas para todos os gostos, das mais calmas às mais acelaradas, das mais leves às mais pesadas, de todos os géneros musicais, e de todas as nacionalidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das que tornei a ouvir foi o "Tão Seu" dos Skank , que é maravilhosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E um dos motivos para tornar a ouvir estas músicas, foi a troca e partilha de música. E o outro é que vou ter que libertar espaço no disco de tantas músicas que por aqui andam a vaguear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: a foto tirei-a do blogg da RTTY (Minha RaTaTatY) e o texto é da música óbvio...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3313758496270175418?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3313758496270175418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3313758496270175418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3313758496270175418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3313758496270175418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/08/musicas.html' title='Músicas...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6Ezl0LcByUg/TjyVE-XdTcI/AAAAAAAAAbs/rdrL2FLbz1E/s72-c/sdfrgt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6207540384015481692</id><published>2011-06-29T02:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T02:12:17.654+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hY8hQFa9340/Tgp73QSielI/AAAAAAAAAbc/e0TUUhfS3M8/s1600/03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623443273921231442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hY8hQFa9340/Tgp73QSielI/AAAAAAAAAbc/e0TUUhfS3M8/s400/03.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-6207540384015481692?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6207540384015481692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6207540384015481692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6207540384015481692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6207540384015481692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hY8hQFa9340/Tgp73QSielI/AAAAAAAAAbc/e0TUUhfS3M8/s72-c/03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7617578458522764805</id><published>2011-06-01T03:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T03:49:01.712+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ontem, Hoje, e quero que Amanhã...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhpvSVFKtoA/TeWmxOAzNrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3nXIX2MDZOU/s1600/215787_212336638792754_100000492579879_863120_8128804_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613075875092444850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhpvSVFKtoA/TeWmxOAzNrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3nXIX2MDZOU/s400/215787_212336638792754_100000492579879_863120_8128804_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao longo dos meses e dos anos, sempre fui fazendo várias coisas. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre me pautei por me dedicar a vários projectos, uns pessoais, uns sem explicação ou motivação muito clara no momento em que os fiz e realizei, outros menos pessoais, mais abrangentes, uns para crescimento pessoal, outros para não perder memórias de momentos fantásticos, outros para preencher o tempo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que tudo o que fui fazendo, ao longo do tempo, nem sempre tudo saiu às mil maravilhas, como idealizado antes de ser começado... Mas é mais do que certo de um modo global posso me sentir orgulhosa do que fiz e do que tenho feito ao longo do tempo!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a verdade é que na grande parte do tempo, por mais coisas que faça, e conclua, eu me sinto com a proporção da foto, sempre muito mais para fazer do que já está feito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E é Assim que Quero que Continue a Ser!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7617578458522764805?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7617578458522764805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7617578458522764805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7617578458522764805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7617578458522764805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/06/ontem-hoje-e-quero-que-amanha.html' title='Ontem, Hoje, e quero que Amanhã...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YhpvSVFKtoA/TeWmxOAzNrI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/3nXIX2MDZOU/s72-c/215787_212336638792754_100000492579879_863120_8128804_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-4331694088029140947</id><published>2011-05-30T17:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T17:19:53.428+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Até Quando??</title><content type='html'>Certa Noite, numa sala cheia de pessoas, ele e ela cruzaram os seus olhares. Durante toda a noite ela foi o mundo dele, e ele foi o mundo dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais se tornaram a ver. E ela não raras vezes se lembrava dos grandes olhos castanhos daquele rapaz de quem nem o nome sabia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passaram-se alguns meses, e devido a um acaso de trânsito, tornaram a encontrar-se, e chegaram mesmo a trocar 2 ou 3 palavras, mas nada de nomes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais meses chegaram e assim como vieram também partiram, e o calendário passou a indicar um outro e outro ano... E não mais se tornaram a encontrar... E será que esse re-encontro irá ocorrer? E quando??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZkb6hoT4dY/TePCDRT8JpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/o1x3U35vxmQ/s1600/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 332px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612542922076202642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZkb6hoT4dY/TePCDRT8JpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/o1x3U35vxmQ/s400/question-mark.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-4331694088029140947?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4331694088029140947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=4331694088029140947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4331694088029140947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4331694088029140947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/ate-quando.html' title='Até Quando??'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AZkb6hoT4dY/TePCDRT8JpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/o1x3U35vxmQ/s72-c/question-mark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7431051685075632169</id><published>2011-05-25T02:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T02:15:04.403+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tu continuas à espera..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;"Tu Continuas à Espera..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUGcgehFApg/TdxWhfK2qUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LUXwweK3fII/s1600/7958441_RKcYr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610454369099491650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUGcgehFApg/TdxWhfK2qUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LUXwweK3fII/s400/7958441_RKcYr.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;"Vem que o Amor não é o tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Nem é o tempo que o faz&lt;br /&gt;Vem que o Amor, é o Momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Em Que EU &lt;strong&gt;ME DOU&lt;/strong&gt;, Em Que &lt;strong&gt;TE DÁS&lt;/strong&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Foto: Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Música: "Canção do Engate" de António Variações, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;nas vozes de Miguel Ângelo e Rui Pregal da Cunha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7431051685075632169?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=14r9uWbU8Ik' title='&quot;Tu continuas à espera...&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7431051685075632169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7431051685075632169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7431051685075632169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7431051685075632169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/tu-continuas-espera.html' title='&quot;Tu continuas à espera...&quot;'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LUGcgehFApg/TdxWhfK2qUI/AAAAAAAAAbA/LUXwweK3fII/s72-c/7958441_RKcYr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-632677498089399780</id><published>2011-05-17T05:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T05:41:29.056+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mãe Natureza...?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2umoT4fyQU8/TdH7eB2gdKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bSLvkIZJnA4/s1600/imagesCAN08S9P.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607539504364680354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2umoT4fyQU8/TdH7eB2gdKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bSLvkIZJnA4/s400/imagesCAN08S9P.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;O que hoje sugiro é uma experiência para a vossa audição... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Aquilo que vos sugiro é apenas isto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;1. Liguem os auscultadores;&lt;br /&gt;2. Carreguem no &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlOJr1csOR4&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel"&gt;Link&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlOJr1csOR4&amp;amp;feature=fvwrel"&gt;AQUI&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;3. Durante todo o período do "filme" mantenham os olhos fechados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Dura cerca de 8 minutos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-632677498089399780?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YlOJr1csOR4&amp;feature=fvwrel' title='Mãe Natureza...?'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/632677498089399780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=632677498089399780' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/632677498089399780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/632677498089399780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/mae-natureza.html' title='Mãe Natureza...?'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2umoT4fyQU8/TdH7eB2gdKI/AAAAAAAAAa4/bSLvkIZJnA4/s72-c/imagesCAN08S9P.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3257745296721300188</id><published>2011-05-14T03:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T03:23:50.456+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque há Momentos, que embora apenas durem breves segundos, deixam o seu rasto e a sua marca em nós, por longos períodos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR34PqN7t-w/Tc3lQidIM3I/AAAAAAAAAao/5q0I8FkMsMk/s1600/3072438_Zs8WA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606389183435780978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR34PqN7t-w/Tc3lQidIM3I/AAAAAAAAAao/5q0I8FkMsMk/s400/3072438_Zs8WA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O MOMENTO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...dum primeiro cruzar de olhares&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...do primeiro sorriso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...das primeiras palavras trocadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...do primeiro toque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...da cumplicidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...de segredos partilhados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...de loucuras vividas e partilhadas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Recortes de Vidas, que se entrelaçam e conjugam para construir o mapa da nossa Existência.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Imagem: from net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Ao Som de: "Momentos" de Expensive Soul&lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-3257745296721300188?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lj8gIrSdFsg&amp;feature=related' title='Momentos...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3257745296721300188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3257745296721300188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3257745296721300188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3257745296721300188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/momentos.html' title='Momentos...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rR34PqN7t-w/Tc3lQidIM3I/AAAAAAAAAao/5q0I8FkMsMk/s72-c/3072438_Zs8WA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3996374754911498654</id><published>2011-05-14T02:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-14T02:47:49.204+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7WG-_aJmtk/Tc3fJMZgGbI/AAAAAAAAAag/vLfCzzIKMJE/s1600/73647_10150128350004097_817459096_7743280_6484571_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 204px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606382460186139058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7WG-_aJmtk/Tc3fJMZgGbI/AAAAAAAAAag/vLfCzzIKMJE/s400/73647_10150128350004097_817459096_7743280_6484571_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tornas-te eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas...&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/7695087-3996374754911498654?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3996374754911498654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3996374754911498654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3996374754911498654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3996374754911498654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/tornas-te-eternamente-responsavel-por.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7WG-_aJmtk/Tc3fJMZgGbI/AAAAAAAAAag/vLfCzzIKMJE/s72-c/73647_10150128350004097_817459096_7743280_6484571_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3618025642058406232</id><published>2011-05-08T23:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T00:01:39.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRmcbFjfhP0/Tccf-uhY2jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LOJKJRZiqcw/s1600/thing_26056619_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604483423786293810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRmcbFjfhP0/Tccf-uhY2jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LOJKJRZiqcw/s400/thing_26056619_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Impossível não a ter...&lt;br /&gt;O conhecimento que há do Passado, e as certezas que há &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; que não nos abandona, dê lá por onde der, permite-nos tê-la...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E ter a certeza que por mais voltas que o Mundo dê, que os relógios marquem o passar das horas e dos dias, que tudo ficará do jeito mais certo, mais correcto, e que sem dúvida recolheremos do Mundo, tudo aquilo que plantarmos ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Mesmo quando o Mundo está o caos, só a certeza que tudo sairá bem, não importa bem como será até lá chegar, nos garante que vale a pena continuar... !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Boa Partida!&lt;br /&gt;Bom Re-encontro!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3618025642058406232?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3618025642058406232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3618025642058406232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3618025642058406232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3618025642058406232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/hope.html' title='Hope...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XRmcbFjfhP0/Tccf-uhY2jI/AAAAAAAAAaY/LOJKJRZiqcw/s72-c/thing_26056619_l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5240168692023573032</id><published>2011-05-08T23:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T23:45:45.514+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!! PAIXÃO !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Quase... Quase...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9V6vOXD8YO4/TcccnuLej_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xERPJPHs8ZY/s1600/tatuar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604479730022518770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9V6vOXD8YO4/TcccnuLej_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xERPJPHs8ZY/s400/tatuar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;O desenho já tá decidido... E mais uma vez, será algo único!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;E o sítio... bem é só escolher entre 2, e em qual funcionará melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-5240168692023573032?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5240168692023573032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5240168692023573032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5240168692023573032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5240168692023573032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/paixao.html' title='!! PAIXÃO !!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9V6vOXD8YO4/TcccnuLej_I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/xERPJPHs8ZY/s72-c/tatuar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-504848787041601711</id><published>2011-05-01T22:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T22:34:42.225+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Regresso a Casa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JF6YIQvikGU/Tb3RygfVDwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0GwMtrPfmJU/s1600/26042011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601864177163767554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JF6YIQvikGU/Tb3RygfVDwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0GwMtrPfmJU/s400/26042011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;E sabe bem... voltar!&lt;/span&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/7695087-504848787041601711?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/504848787041601711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=504848787041601711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/504848787041601711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/504848787041601711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/05/regresso-casa.html' title='Regresso a Casa...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JF6YIQvikGU/Tb3RygfVDwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/0GwMtrPfmJU/s72-c/26042011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-1452083332336968713</id><published>2011-04-26T23:26:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T23:32:31.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim de Semana? Bem Agradável!!!</title><content type='html'>Balanço de um fim-de-semana belissímo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpDZeC6vW64/TbdHoB0l5HI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eoIoCUMKklM/s1600/24042011%2528002%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600023414667863154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpDZeC6vW64/TbdHoB0l5HI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eoIoCUMKklM/s400/24042011%2528002%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvnOaf-2hJs/TbdHfsm2JhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YEJDGGgYp2I/s1600/24042011%2528008%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600023271534110226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gvnOaf-2hJs/TbdHfsm2JhI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/YEJDGGgYp2I/s400/24042011%2528008%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3hiFt5NnBQ/TbdHDG0yYuI/AAAAAAAAAZw/siXUrIDBzo0/s1600/25042011%2528004%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600022780355699426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-l3hiFt5NnBQ/TbdHDG0yYuI/AAAAAAAAAZw/siXUrIDBzo0/s400/25042011%2528004%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyEy9lqNPWM/TbdG0jDvM-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/emKNNj_f-9Q/s1600/25042011%2528006%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600022530236560354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XyEy9lqNPWM/TbdG0jDvM-I/AAAAAAAAAZo/emKNNj_f-9Q/s400/25042011%2528006%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há sítios onde o tempo estica, e outros bem perto que o tempo é sempre curto para tudo o que acontece!!!&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/7695087-1452083332336968713?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1452083332336968713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=1452083332336968713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1452083332336968713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1452083332336968713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/fim-de-semana-bem-agradavel.html' title='Fim de Semana? Bem Agradável!!!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KpDZeC6vW64/TbdHoB0l5HI/AAAAAAAAAaA/eoIoCUMKklM/s72-c/24042011%2528002%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-4246492516631962648</id><published>2011-04-22T03:09:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T03:17:09.738+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!! Fim-de-Semana !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Espero que neste fim-de-semana consiga fazer com que o tempo estique... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7r_ghjv36U/TbDjbmo_xYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5NJGuPsCu30/s1600/relogio_dali.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598224400189998466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7r_ghjv36U/TbDjbmo_xYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5NJGuPsCu30/s400/relogio_dali.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tendo em conta a Época, nada melhor que a Figura que melhor ilustra o meu dilema com o tempo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOhOUCavwY4/TbDjYQJOsII/AAAAAAAAAZY/8iX8HQ2R4us/s1600/Coelho_Alice.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598224342611570818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KOhOUCavwY4/TbDjYQJOsII/AAAAAAAAAZY/8iX8HQ2R4us/s400/Coelho_Alice.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-4246492516631962648?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4246492516631962648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=4246492516631962648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4246492516631962648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4246492516631962648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/fim-de-semana.html' title='!! Fim-de-Semana !!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7r_ghjv36U/TbDjbmo_xYI/AAAAAAAAAZg/5NJGuPsCu30/s72-c/relogio_dali.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7317564514217981103</id><published>2011-04-19T22:23:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T22:26:52.241+01:00</updated><title type='text'>GOSTO!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Pode não ser LINDO!&lt;br /&gt;Pode não ser MARAVILHOSO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597408668051159298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NU6-VgBrccU/Ta39hvnhuQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_qqSH_Z2MH4/s400/pug.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;Mas eu GOSTO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 356px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597408608464723458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p7ry6p-fRtk/Ta39eRpA3gI/AAAAAAAAAZA/l_3p7B3TRww/s400/pugs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;E é só estilo!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597408711505177874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VQ2ERiJjs5k/Ta39kRfxbRI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/33AKBUly4VU/s400/06-28-frank-inside.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7317564514217981103?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7317564514217981103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7317564514217981103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7317564514217981103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7317564514217981103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/gosto.html' title='GOSTO!!!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NU6-VgBrccU/Ta39hvnhuQI/AAAAAAAAAZI/_qqSH_Z2MH4/s72-c/pug.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3795715336709187393</id><published>2011-04-18T12:02:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:05:18.648+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há dias em que o melhor a fazer é reunir as tropas e aproveitar o domingo!!!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Nada melhor que começar a tarde com um geladinho...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596877494092649346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2CIToF86l0/TawabWbFU4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/08uytayy7vU/s400/Taca_Simples.jpg" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E terminar o dia com algum trabalhinho, e uma pizza e coca-cola... e acima de tudo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2CIToF86l0/TawabWbFU4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/08uytayy7vU/s1600/Taca_Simples.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596877549869884146" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uIok836mltY/TawaemNaYvI/AAAAAAAAAY4/xzGeczhynxM/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOA CONVERSA com AMIGAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3795715336709187393?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3795715336709187393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3795715336709187393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3795715336709187393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3795715336709187393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/pink-sunday.html' title='Pink Sunday'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f2CIToF86l0/TawabWbFU4I/AAAAAAAAAYw/08uytayy7vU/s72-c/Taca_Simples.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7507447018528113982</id><published>2011-04-16T12:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:49:29.646+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades Que Nunca Serão Aplacadas...</title><content type='html'>Ao fazer a minha ronda blogueira deparei-me com um post da minha &lt;a href="http://leveseausentes.blogspot.com/"&gt;RATATATY&lt;/a&gt;. O seu post, de facto fez-me pensar... E de facto todos nós, em algum momento das nossas vidas, perdemos alguém de forma que dizemos ser estúpida ou algo do género... A verdade é que essas pessoas que partem verdadeiramente, deixam &lt;a href="http://leveseausentes.blogspot.com/2011/04/saudades-tuas-faz-5-anos.html"&gt;saudades que não tornam a ser aplacadas&lt;/a&gt; nem suavizadas. Aos meus que partiram, voltaremos a encontrar-nos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7507447018528113982?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://leveseausentes.blogspot.com/2011/04/saudades-tuas-faz-5-anos.html' title='Saudades Que Nunca Serão Aplacadas...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7507447018528113982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7507447018528113982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7507447018528113982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7507447018528113982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/saudades-que-nunca-serao-aplacadas.html' title='Saudades Que Nunca Serão Aplacadas...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5002453425054761293</id><published>2011-04-16T12:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T12:44:21.835+01:00</updated><title type='text'>BARALHAÇÕES</title><content type='html'>Após o pedido das bebidas, e no momento da entrega da segunda bebida... &lt;em&gt;Ele: (com um sorriso de brincadeira nos lábios) Há bocado trocaste-me todo... Eu: Tu é que me trocaste, quando disseste que não havia Morangos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-5002453425054761293?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5002453425054761293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5002453425054761293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5002453425054761293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5002453425054761293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/baralhacoes.html' title='BARALHAÇÕES'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7685550123153754599</id><published>2011-04-16T01:44:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T01:54:46.255+01:00</updated><title type='text'>There's no place like HOME!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595977194578316898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oH7Tyi_il-U/TajnnBYHDmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ZSMZB0ezJRk/s400/maxbar2%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Porque há sítios em que mesmo depois de anos nos conseguem fazer sentir "em casa"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&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/7695087-7685550123153754599?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dhVi42XPgJk' title='There&apos;s no place like HOME!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7685550123153754599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7685550123153754599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7685550123153754599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7685550123153754599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/theres-no-place-like-home.html' title='There&apos;s no place like HOME!!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oH7Tyi_il-U/TajnnBYHDmI/AAAAAAAAAYo/ZSMZB0ezJRk/s72-c/maxbar2%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2722998765424842223</id><published>2011-04-14T22:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T22:34:54.090+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Acasos... I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5CuvYeOxYM/Tadm-anpIyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TwCJ-ZvT1PI/s1600/IMAGE_00876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 366px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595554284514648866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5CuvYeOxYM/Tadm-anpIyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TwCJ-ZvT1PI/s400/IMAGE_00876.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há coisas assim, que acontecem meramente por acaso e que nos fazem sorrir e rir, de forma verdadeiramente expontânea... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele- Ah! Assim estás-me a motivar! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu- Claro. Se alguém fez em 20 dias, tu tens 45... mais do dobro!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-2722998765424842223?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2722998765424842223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2722998765424842223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2722998765424842223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2722998765424842223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/acasos-i.html' title='Acasos... I'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-z5CuvYeOxYM/Tadm-anpIyI/AAAAAAAAAYg/TwCJ-ZvT1PI/s72-c/IMAGE_00876.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-627022534597034679</id><published>2011-04-14T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:05:24.711+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Férias???</title><content type='html'>Era bom... longe de tudo e de todos... Mas não dá!! Demasiadas coisas para fazer.... Grrrrrrrrr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-627022534597034679?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/627022534597034679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=627022534597034679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/627022534597034679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/627022534597034679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/ferias.html' title='Férias???'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5545039497250397069</id><published>2011-04-14T15:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T15:52:31.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ar da Sua Graça...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0lEZBa4PQE/TacJ_VH2i4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/m18_6QfERkM/s1600/imagesCAIUNA9R.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 208px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595452045637618562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0lEZBa4PQE/TacJ_VH2i4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/m18_6QfERkM/s400/imagesCAIUNA9R.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt; Finalmente parece que o Sr. Sol, se decidiu a dar o ar da sua graça... e nos presentear com alguns raios bem calorosos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-5545039497250397069?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5545039497250397069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5545039497250397069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5545039497250397069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5545039497250397069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/04/ar-da-sua-graca.html' title='Ar da Sua Graça...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-o0lEZBa4PQE/TacJ_VH2i4I/AAAAAAAAAYY/m18_6QfERkM/s72-c/imagesCAIUNA9R.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7771640743933907511</id><published>2011-01-06T23:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:46:35.256Z</updated><title type='text'>YES I CAN!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZUBnHRroI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_WHO4CWLfJc/s1600/estudar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 239px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559223176691560066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZUBnHRroI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_WHO4CWLfJc/s400/estudar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;E o Primeiro Grande Evento marcado em todas as Agendas, é a Fase de Exames!!! Que no final dela se eu não tiver enloquecido, ou necessitar de uma Lupa para ler, vou achar que é ilusão!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Mas o importante agora é focar naquilo que interessa!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-7771640743933907511?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7771640743933907511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7771640743933907511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7771640743933907511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7771640743933907511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/yes-i-can.html' title='YES I CAN!!!!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZUBnHRroI/AAAAAAAAAYM/_WHO4CWLfJc/s72-c/estudar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5526566547131196651</id><published>2011-01-06T23:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:44:43.166Z</updated><title type='text'>E para que nada Falhe...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3 Magníficas Agendas para 2011!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZTi09sHsI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oXHDfa1UNVM/s1600/02012011%2528002%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559222647833501378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZTi09sHsI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oXHDfa1UNVM/s400/02012011%2528002%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cada uma com as suas funções específicas... e caracterísitcas muito próprias, e para utilizações em situações diferentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-5526566547131196651?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5526566547131196651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5526566547131196651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5526566547131196651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5526566547131196651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/e-para-que-nada-falhe.html' title='E para que nada Falhe...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZTi09sHsI/AAAAAAAAAYE/oXHDfa1UNVM/s72-c/02012011%2528002%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3338120681369824896</id><published>2011-01-06T23:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:42:25.676Z</updated><title type='text'>FELIZ 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZTRSy-8JI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xf8R9M2JqTA/s1600/pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559222346604015762" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZTRSy-8JI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xf8R9M2JqTA/s400/pink.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZTHZ_Vo4I/AAAAAAAAAX0/sE0oYGxjuU4/s1600/imagesedrfg.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Que todos os Sonhos se Concretizem e Planos Realizem!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3338120681369824896?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3338120681369824896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3338120681369824896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3338120681369824896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3338120681369824896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2011/01/feliz-2011.html' title='FELIZ 2011'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TSZTRSy-8JI/AAAAAAAAAX8/xf8R9M2JqTA/s72-c/pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7697542390352131771</id><published>2010-12-14T23:17:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:18:29.521Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TQf7BIVFc1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/4M7XulFJ5QE/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550681062591787858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TQf7BIVFc1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/4M7XulFJ5QE/s400/001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Porque às vezes, bastam pequenas e simples coisas que nos deixam praticamente a voar de Alegria!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-7697542390352131771?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7697542390352131771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7697542390352131771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7697542390352131771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7697542390352131771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/porque-as-vezes-bastam-pequenas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TQf7BIVFc1I/AAAAAAAAAXo/4M7XulFJ5QE/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7677901389104175190</id><published>2010-12-14T23:08:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-14T23:15:55.856Z</updated><title type='text'>Aquele Abraço...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TQf5zGePYsI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kaCdPmr0Ka4/s1600/dcb1213a32fa35ba300f2a3e5bcb4a33.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550679722063520450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TQf5zGePYsI/AAAAAAAAAXg/kaCdPmr0Ka4/s400/dcb1213a32fa35ba300f2a3e5bcb4a33.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#000066;"&gt;Mesmo que seja num momento indeterminado, espaçado por tempo incerto... O que me importa é que venha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TQf5Z6eL9XI/AAAAAAAAAXY/x-ZilxrZs40/s1600/tag_47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550679289345340786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TQf5Z6eL9XI/AAAAAAAAAXY/x-ZilxrZs40/s400/tag_47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7677901389104175190?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7677901389104175190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3751109179054404054</id><published>2010-12-10T00:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-10T01:12:49.332Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoje, durante um período de espera, optei por me deixar seduzir por um desafio da &lt;a href="http://leveseausentes.blogspot.com/"&gt;GUIDA&lt;/a&gt;, a minha RaTaTatY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então cá vai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 coisas que tenho de fazer antes de morrer:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Ser Feliz&lt;br /&gt;2- Ser Mãe&lt;br /&gt;3- Dizer a todos os que amo, quanto os amo&lt;br /&gt;4- Ser todos os dias, uma pessoa um bocadinho melhor&lt;br /&gt;5- Escrever um Livro e plantar (pelo andar da carruagem umas 12 árvores)&lt;br /&gt;6- Conseguir realizar todos os meus sonhos e projectos que me vão surgindo ao longo do caminho&lt;br /&gt;7- Sentir-me realizada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Coisas que mais digo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Pânico&lt;br /&gt;2- Meduh&lt;br /&gt;3- Nâ me moias&lt;br /&gt;4- Manda-me um mail ou uma sms para eu não me esquecer s.f.f.&lt;br /&gt;5- Se faz favor&lt;br /&gt;6- Obrigada /Agradecida&lt;br /&gt;7-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Coisas que faço bem:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Ser Feliz&lt;br /&gt;2- Rir&lt;br /&gt;3- Sorrir&lt;br /&gt;4- Escutar&lt;br /&gt;5- Ler&lt;br /&gt;6- Escrever&lt;br /&gt;7- Cozinhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Defeitos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Teimosa&lt;br /&gt;2- Respondona&lt;br /&gt;3- Não gostar de dormir&lt;br /&gt;4- Dizer o que penso, custe o que custar, doa a quem doer&lt;br /&gt;5- Orgulhosa&lt;br /&gt;6- Organizada&lt;br /&gt;7- Barulhenta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 Qualidades:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Amiga do meu Amigo&lt;br /&gt;2- Teimosa&lt;br /&gt;3- Lutadora&lt;br /&gt;4- Insistente&lt;br /&gt;5- Perfeccionista&lt;br /&gt;6- Organizada&lt;br /&gt;7- Extrovertida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. 1: (escrito a meio, do post) isto é mais complicado do que pode parecer ao começo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3751109179054404054?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3751109179054404054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3751109179054404054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3751109179054404054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3751109179054404054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/12/hoje-durante-um-periodo-de-espera-optei.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-8989971531775173574</id><published>2010-11-30T19:05:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T19:08:14.583Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TPVK-l8uekI/AAAAAAAAAXI/owMgusGqxGI/s1600/3_155393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545420955375794754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TPVK-l8uekI/AAAAAAAAAXI/owMgusGqxGI/s400/3_155393.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;Porque há coisas, pessoas, sentimentos, vivências e acontecimentos que não conseguimos traduzir por palavras... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;E muitas vezes temos que largar o que mais amamos, para que se assim for o seu desejo, possa mais tarde regressar. E se não o fizer ao menos teremos a certeza que fizemos tudo ao nosso alcance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-8989971531775173574?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8989971531775173574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=8989971531775173574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8989971531775173574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8989971531775173574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/porque-ha-coisas-pessoas-sentimentos.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TPVK-l8uekI/AAAAAAAAAXI/owMgusGqxGI/s72-c/3_155393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2088817032503645710</id><published>2010-11-20T04:40:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-20T04:47:05.521Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma destas Manhãs...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Há momentos em que temos que aceitar que não vale a pena continuar a lutar... Para mim esses momentos, são os momentos em que a luta terminou, em que a batalha já não tem por onde continuar... E o que resta é apenas limpar e tratar as feridas e golpes... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E com mais ou menos remendos seguir em frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;                                                                      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Por vezes, os nossos passos levam-nos a andar em círculos, e regressamos até quem antes deixámos para trás. Mas até isso, acaba por ser algo novo, porque houve coisas que em nós mudaram, e coisas que sabemos que não iremos repetir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TOdRUuZSoNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ifV9NitJDN0/s1600/237563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541487282996027602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TOdRUuZSoNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ifV9NitJDN0/s400/237563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: tirada da Net, modificada por mim. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Texto: Meu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Música (link no Título) e ao som de qual escrevi: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="" href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D4c3UeHTjxls&amp;amp;h=efc94" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miami Vice Soundtrack: Moby feat. Patti Labelle - One of these Mornings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&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/7695087-2088817032503645710?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4c3UeHTjxls&amp;feature=player_embedded#!' title='Uma destas Manhãs...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2088817032503645710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2088817032503645710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2088817032503645710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2088817032503645710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-destas-manhas.html' title='Uma destas Manhãs...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TOdRUuZSoNI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ifV9NitJDN0/s72-c/237563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2513731653448506158</id><published>2010-11-07T02:22:00.006Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T02:59:33.511Z</updated><title type='text'>Memórias...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Manuel Rivas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, disse de forma muito certa que a Memória é o nosso lugar nómada, e que somos aquilo que recordamos, e que as recordações que guardamos na nossa memória têm uma luz especial. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas é também na nossa Memória que vamos juntando os Capítulos que ao longo da nossa vida vamos escrevendo e concluindo, e fechando. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Muitas vezes esses Cápítulos são recheados de palavras, de imagens, de fotografias mentais que registámos em momentos especiais só para nós, de actos, de músicas, de expressões faciais ou verbais, de cheiros... e tantas coisas mais que nem sempre conseguimos explicar, ou enumerar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quantas vezes não fechámos ou selámos um Capítulo, certos que nada mais viria para sequer o relembrar. E quantas vezes também, não usámos uma música para selar e lacrar um Capítulo??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E quantas vezes não nos aconteceu uma música antes usada para fechar um Capítulo ido, não foi usada para preencher um outro Capítulo mais recente e actual da nossa vida e fica-lhe associado por excelentes razões???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TNYOmM6HaiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/S-VtAg1U8dM/s1600/dsfcgv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536628841361402402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TNYOmM6HaiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/S-VtAg1U8dM/s400/dsfcgv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há já vários anos que fechei um dos Capítulos da minha vida, de que mais gostei, que mais aproveitei, que mais saudades me deixaram, que mais recordações em mim deixou, e esse capítulo ficou selado em mim com uma música linda, que na altura tinha sido recentemente editada, e que fazia todo o sentido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje a música toca novamente nas rádios, com um novo arranjo, com a mesma voz, o mesmo cantor-autor, aquele que a escreveu há tantos anos, e na altura a cantava, canta-a novamente com uma nova "roupa". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E actualmente juntou-se a uma outra tomando assim as tópicas de um novo Capítulo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TNYOFjms_mI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kR6c-z5o4_U/s1600/1167438038_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536628280518311522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TNYOFjms_mI/AAAAAAAAAWo/kR6c-z5o4_U/s400/1167438038_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sempre que oiço essa mesma música, é me impossível não escrever mais umas palavras, sentimentos e emoções no Capítulo onde ainda escrevo... E é me igualmente impossível não recordar o Capítulo há já tanto fechado, e lembrar os sentimentos daquele tempo e os protagonistas que me foram e me são (perto ou longe físicamente, mas sempre no meu coração) tão queridos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O Capítulo já encerrado, guarda Memórias de coisas muito tolas, mas também muito felizes. De 30 pessoas, e algumas já com muito mau feitio, se unirem todas em prol de um único objectivo; da experiência de se sentir perdido entre milhares de pessoas, com alguém que sabemos que não nos vai largar a mão; Da mudança da rotina de vários anos; Da ausência de olhar para o lado e não encontrar o «olhar de sempre»; Da separação geográfica, que aos poucos foi dando lugar à distância das linhas da vida, que de emaranhadas, foram ficando paralelas; entre tantas outras coisas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São destas Memórias de Vida, que todos vivemos. Não delas como sendo presente. Mas delas com as suas lições e de como fomos, e do que vivemos... que nos vão ajudando a sermos um pouco melhor todos os dias, mais não seja, nos momentos em que elas são abertas por culpa de uma qualquer escolha musical da rádio coloca no Ar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fotos: tiradas da net, e alteradas por mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Escrito ao som de: "Ninguém é de Ninguém" de João Pedro Pais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;                                                                                                                                                                         &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Uma imagem vale por mil palavras, mas a única imagem que eu poderia colocar para substituir tudo isto, não a posso recuperar... Dei-a, para que fosse também ela uma Doce Memória!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-2513731653448506158?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=idCJxtNPx6w' title='Memórias...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2513731653448506158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2513731653448506158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2513731653448506158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2513731653448506158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/11/memorias.html' title='Memórias...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TNYOmM6HaiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/S-VtAg1U8dM/s72-c/dsfcgv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3582908953052589266</id><published>2010-10-25T01:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:30:01.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A saudade é a esperança de que 1 dia tudo volte a acontecer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TMTOliSpinI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dPkww9n7uTg/s1600/rosa%2520rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531773386573318770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TMTOliSpinI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dPkww9n7uTg/s400/rosa%2520rosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tirei uma foto tua com os meus olhos: revelei-a em meu pensamento e fiz do meu coraçao uma moldura para nunca me esquecer de ti e da nossa amizade!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: Net (algures)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Música: The Reason (Hoobastank)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3582908953052589266?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3582908953052589266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3582908953052589266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3582908953052589266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3582908953052589266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/saudade-e-esperanca-de-que-1-dia-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TMTOliSpinI/AAAAAAAAAWg/dPkww9n7uTg/s72-c/rosa%2520rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2687681214797379035</id><published>2010-10-25T01:20:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T01:23:02.128+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lua!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TMTNeSp_2-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/gSpU30CYynQ/s1600/00109_lua+cheia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531772162605571042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TMTNeSp_2-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/gSpU30CYynQ/s400/00109_lua+cheia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Às vezes a noite torna-se muito escura e acabamos por nem sempre a ver, mas a verdade é que a Lua está sempre lá... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: net (algures)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Música: "Falar de Ti" (T.T.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dedicated to: XXXX&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-2687681214797379035?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2687681214797379035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2687681214797379035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2687681214797379035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2687681214797379035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/lua.html' title='Lua!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TMTNeSp_2-I/AAAAAAAAAWY/gSpU30CYynQ/s72-c/00109_lua+cheia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-4550767070803063213</id><published>2010-10-19T23:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T23:20:27.423+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven vs. Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TL4Y3-8ZhOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xAU2sw-UYAE/s1600/No_Eyes_022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5529884742525748450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TL4Y3-8ZhOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xAU2sw-UYAE/s400/No_Eyes_022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há ausências que com o tempo só doem mais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-4550767070803063213?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4550767070803063213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=4550767070803063213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4550767070803063213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4550767070803063213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/heaven-vs-hell.html' title='Heaven vs. Hell'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TL4Y3-8ZhOI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/xAU2sw-UYAE/s72-c/No_Eyes_022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2729775344266042590</id><published>2010-10-10T15:06:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:14:32.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be always here... waiting for you (*)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TLHIjncpxxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/d8ls5v6ALLo/s1600/No_Eyes_008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526418731970447122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TLHIjncpxxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/d8ls5v6ALLo/s400/No_Eyes_008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este dia é um dia que me marca profundamente. Por bons e por maus motivos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O mau motivo embora sendo apenas um, é de facto doloroso... Mas os bons acabam sempre por me trazer um sorriso neste dia, mesmo que apenas sejam lembranças desses mesmos motivos. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A imagem (tirada da net), traduz perfeitamente o que sinto... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;«Eu vou fingir que te estou a abraçar até que tu estejas aqui»&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque acima de tudo Eu Acredito que tudo voltará a ser tão bom ou melhor que antes... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beijos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;(*) Eu vou estar sempre aqui, à tua espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Foto: tirada da Net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Escrito ao som de: "Don't Cry" dos Guns N' Roses&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/7695087-2729775344266042590?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2729775344266042590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2729775344266042590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2729775344266042590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2729775344266042590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/ill-be-always-here-waiting-for-you.html' title='I&apos;ll be always here... waiting for you (*)'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TLHIjncpxxI/AAAAAAAAAWI/d8ls5v6ALLo/s72-c/No_Eyes_008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-1036740656894310828</id><published>2010-10-08T15:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T15:06:10.961+01:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Anos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TLHHircIwKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F-NKHuQ7RoY/s1600/LR_004_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526417616350527650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TLHHircIwKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F-NKHuQ7RoY/s400/LR_004_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há 8 anos atrás fiz uma das coisas mais complicadas que se poderia pensar... "Matei" alguém dentro de mim, libertando-me de algo que muito me magoou durante um longo ano... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nesse mesmo dia conheci uma outra pessoa, que me mostrou uma outra forma de ver o mundo. E que mal me conhecendo me deu uma enorme prova de AMIZADE.&lt;/span&gt; &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/7695087-1036740656894310828?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1036740656894310828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=1036740656894310828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1036740656894310828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1036740656894310828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/8-anos.html' title='8 Anos...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TLHHircIwKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/F-NKHuQ7RoY/s72-c/LR_004_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6743336358915460988</id><published>2010-10-04T13:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T13:08:04.580+01:00</updated><title type='text'>2ªFeira, entalada com um feriado...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2ªFeira, entalada com um feriado... com aulas... E com um tempo que não sabe o que fazer... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resultado: post no blogg durante a aula!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-6743336358915460988?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6743336358915460988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6743336358915460988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6743336358915460988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6743336358915460988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/10/2feira-entalada-com-um-feriado.html' title='2ªFeira, entalada com um feriado...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5937925465940367452</id><published>2010-09-30T00:01:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T00:11:38.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Foi o tempo que dedicaste à tua rosa que fez tua rosa tão importante.( ANTOINE DE SAINT-EXUPÉRY )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-5937925465940367452?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5937925465940367452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5937925465940367452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5937925465940367452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5937925465940367452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/foi-o-tempo-que-dedicaste-tua-rosa-que.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3895558944107147066</id><published>2010-09-21T00:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T00:16:29.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TJfrFSi3YOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/O0awrUlWzFo/s1600/book.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519138344475779298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TJfrFSi3YOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/O0awrUlWzFo/s400/book.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Regresso ao trabalho diário...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3895558944107147066?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3895558944107147066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3895558944107147066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3895558944107147066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3895558944107147066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/regresso-ao-trabalho-diario.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TJfrFSi3YOI/AAAAAAAAAV4/O0awrUlWzFo/s72-c/book.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7675933970895405292</id><published>2010-09-15T23:30:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T23:36:01.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrimas de Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TJFJNEiF-YI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8_a1UAImB28/s1600/lagrimas_de_saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517271507409435010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TJFJNEiF-YI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8_a1UAImB28/s400/lagrimas_de_saudade.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Hoje, não as consegui guardar para mim, e saíram por si, e...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;Entre a Distância Geográfica e a Ausência Próxima... dividi as minhas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lágrimas de Saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: Net (e o título era o nome da mesma)...&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/7695087-7675933970895405292?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7675933970895405292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7675933970895405292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7675933970895405292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7675933970895405292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/lagrimas-de-saudade.html' title='Lágrimas de Saudade'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TJFJNEiF-YI/AAAAAAAAAVw/8_a1UAImB28/s72-c/lagrimas_de_saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6993421582689986671</id><published>2010-09-05T01:08:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T02:09:35.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss...</title><content type='html'>Novamente estive algum tempo sem aqui vir. A verdade é que a necessidade e a importância de outros afazeres ditaram um afastamento temporário, e também a sua urgência e maior celeridade.&lt;br /&gt;A última vez que aqui vim, deixei um post sobre, e um link para, uma música da Madonna, que me apresentaram e que eu achei deliciosa, e muito doce. A verdade é que essa música me fez por momentos, acreditar e voar de encontro ao mundo dos sonhos e das histórias de encantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, estou mais perto do final das férias, que se prolongam por 2 meses.&lt;br /&gt;Estou mais perto de um recomeço, que é na verdade em si mesmo um começo, e que me aproxima também de um fim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, já soube de umas notícias, sobre quem começa e recomeça comigo, que não me deixaram aos pulos e pinotes, mas pelo menos me deixam um sorriso no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TILhwVW6JLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jEgX183n15g/s1600/2095623524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513217114338108594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TILhwVW6JLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jEgX183n15g/s400/2095623524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Graças à minha Mana, consegui contabilizar à quanto tempo sinto a falta a alguém, de um alguém especial. Para ser sincera, já me parecia há mais tempo do que é na realidade. Mas não será que essa ausência me parece mais longa, do que na verdade é, pelo menos a nível formal, porque ela já existia e eu a sentia, de forma oficiosa?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TILhICpI66I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OylukMk1QKM/s1600/05092009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513216422119533474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TILhICpI66I/AAAAAAAAAVg/OylukMk1QKM/s400/05092009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Esta foto, tem excatamente 1 ano. Foi tirada da esplanada de 1 café em Sesimbra, ou será melhor dizer do topo de Sesimbra. Neste dia, andava em plena correria, percorrendo o Distrito de Setúbal de ponta a ponta. Foi praticamente um mês de correria incansável, e aqui ainda se estava só no princípio. Mas a verdade é que ao longo desse tempo, e do enorme cansaço, fui tendo algumas oportunidades de disfrutar de belas paisagens, como esta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Associo esta foto a 2 pessoas. Uma pela data, havia muito pouco tempo desde que tínhamos estado perto, e isso não é muito frequente; a outra, nem sei muito bem porquê, &lt;div&gt;talvez pela beleza, ou pela paz, ou pelo mar... ou por tudo isto e mesmo nada disso...&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/7695087-6993421582689986671?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6993421582689986671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6993421582689986671' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6993421582689986671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6993421582689986671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-miss.html' title='I miss...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TILhwVW6JLI/AAAAAAAAAVo/jEgX183n15g/s72-c/2095623524.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5915267089452049997</id><published>2010-08-26T01:41:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T02:31:28.242+01:00</updated><title type='text'>DEAR JESSIE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/THW_Z8ptiqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4WTTrBSk6sI/s1600/USWBV0500453_sc1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509520171656383138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/THW_Z8ptiqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4WTTrBSk6sI/s400/USWBV0500453_sc1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque há sorrisos que valem tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque as amizades a sério valem tudo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Porque sim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7695087-5915267089452049997?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sb8akedcYHA' title='DEAR JESSIE'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5915267089452049997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5915267089452049997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5915267089452049997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5915267089452049997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/dear-jessie.html' title='DEAR JESSIE'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/THW_Z8ptiqI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/4WTTrBSk6sI/s72-c/USWBV0500453_sc1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5505787386803692094</id><published>2010-08-20T19:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T20:13:59.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Actualizações...</title><content type='html'>Tenho andado um pouco desarredada aqui do estaminé.&lt;br /&gt;Entre sonos trocados e um pouco desavindos, alguma desmotivação motivada por coisas que tenho mesmo que fazer, o mais breve possível e não me apetece nada, e falta de vontade de me expressar por palavras, ultimamente tem-me sido mais simples expressar pelo ritmo da música, contagiando o meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste entretanto, embora nenhum acontecimento bombástico tenha ocorrido, a verdade é que aconteceram pequenas coisas, que já daria para uma imensa lista de «Acontecimentos» que a mim me fizeram revirar os olhos, ficar feliz, rir, pensar que de facto o tempo voa... enfim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas das notícias mais importantes é o facto de uma amiga, que eu adoro, e que não vejo há muito tempo, pois a distância que nos separa é enorme, e a vida não proporcionou o re-encontro tá a pontos de casar, muito em breve. E eu estou muito feliz por ela, principalmente porque ela é uma verdadeira lutadora e batalhadora.&lt;br /&gt;Outra coisa importante, pelo menos para mim, é o regresso da minha Mana, que falta me fez... é que isto de levar um dia inteiro a mandar sms (tipo monólogo, sobre o que acontece, ou não) sem obter resposta ou reacção no imediato (como é hábito entre nós) CUSTA PARA CACETE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TG7Q51VliKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cZQoa8qK1f8/s1600/86280588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507569086309435554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TG7Q51VliKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cZQoa8qK1f8/s400/86280588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Hoje o meu dia começou para lá de bem, chegar à praia e ela não ter quase ninguém é uma maravilha. O pior é quando chegam as outras pessoas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não que não goste de pessoas, não me interpretem mal, a questão é o barulho que fazem. Atenção, eu própria também faço a minha quota parte de barulho, e não é só na praia... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas uma coisa é o barulho que se faz, quando se chega, enquanto se escolhe o local onde "assentar arraiais" e se faz o devido assentamento. E isso, eu aceito, e não me incomoda, ou pelo menos na sua grande maioria, não me afecta, e eu quase nem ligo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma outra coisa é o barulho proporcionado por crianças e mesmo alguns adultos a brincar. Também não me incomoda, porque estão a usufruir de um espaço que é de todos, e mais estão a usufruir dele com prazer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, outra coisa completamente diferente é o barulho que algumas pessoas fazem, por plena idiotice. Como por exemplo, pessoas que vão para a praia, e que ao chegar (com imenso espaço disponível) se colam (literalmente) ao chapéu de alguém, e que depois iniciam e mantêm toda uma conversa sobre a família e respectivos familiares, quem fez o quê, quem deu o quê a quem, etc., e que após isto começam a comentar (negativamente) a vida das vizinhas, e que depois ainda acham estranho que alguém reclame.... Por Favor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: e também não gosto dos bebés a fazer birra, só porque é sim, e porque os pais não sabem tratar da questão, de forma eficaz, com conversa, ou mimo, ou mesmo retirar os miudos da praia, porque o calor os incomoda demais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-5505787386803692094?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5505787386803692094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5505787386803692094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5505787386803692094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5505787386803692094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/actualizacoes.html' title='Actualizações...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TG7Q51VliKI/AAAAAAAAAU4/cZQoa8qK1f8/s72-c/86280588.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2830138286454539107</id><published>2010-08-19T05:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T05:43:03.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGy2My7JDtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OHdm9-ZaZoA/s1600/2224237.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506976775311789778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGy2My7JDtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OHdm9-ZaZoA/s400/2224237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gostava de ser assim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto da net...&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/7695087-2830138286454539107?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2830138286454539107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2830138286454539107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2830138286454539107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2830138286454539107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/gostava-de-ser-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGy2My7JDtI/AAAAAAAAAUo/OHdm9-ZaZoA/s72-c/2224237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6117562311475706205</id><published>2010-08-17T03:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T03:49:42.454+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Day Off</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGn2mpvUzoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VMCAKckBNV8/s1600/asdcf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506203163336953474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGn2mpvUzoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VMCAKckBNV8/s400/asdcf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós precisamos de um Day OFF, de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;E a verdade é que às vezes a minha necessidade de Day OFF, muitas vezes passa por torná-lo um dia bem ocupado, para que divagações, reconhecimentos, e antevisões, preencham a minha cabeça, e me atormentem com o facto de não chegarem tão rápido, como desejável...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se há coisa que eu sou, é impulsiva e Deus, como gosto de o ser... não ficar nada por dizer, não ficar nada para fazer (na maioria das vezes), e raramente me arrependo do que faço, apenas do que não faço...  Por isso que se dane!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: tirada da net, moodificada por mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;PS1: Há coisas nas quais não deviam ser mexidas, e a música que está linkada lá em cima, era uma delas... De quem foi a ideia de deixarem os Muse fazerem um cover??? Devia literalmente levar com uma frigideira na cabeça!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-6117562311475706205?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPu7ZDDLB54&amp;feature=related' title='Day Off'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6117562311475706205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6117562311475706205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6117562311475706205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6117562311475706205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/day-off.html' title='Day Off'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGn2mpvUzoI/AAAAAAAAAUg/VMCAKckBNV8/s72-c/asdcf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6507748433329113632</id><published>2010-08-16T05:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:21:22.388+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Beijos Perdidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi8slGlijI/AAAAAAAAAUY/grLHWDcJQN4/s1600/sdsfdv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505858018520435250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi8slGlijI/AAAAAAAAAUY/grLHWDcJQN4/s400/sdsfdv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Ao longo da nossa vida, entram e saem pessoas, outras entram e vão ficando, outras ficam, e há aquelas que entrando sem realmente o fazerem também não sai de forma total e absoluta, são mais como boomerang's que vão e vêem... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;Algumas dessas pessoas, nem sempre são bem vindas, e agradecemos quando partem. Mas outras parecem trazer com elas o Sol, abrilhantando a nossa vida, e fazendo-nos lembrar de quanto é importante aproveitar o momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;Quantas vezes ao longo da nossa vida, passámos por pessoas e elas por nós, sem mal darmos conta que no dia a seguir poderão não estar mais lá? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;Quantas vezes deixámos que alguém viesse e tornasse a partir, sem na realidade darmos por concluída aquela visita, pelo menos para nós??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;E quantas vezes damos por nós à espera, a desejar intimamente que essas pessoas voltem para mais um pouco de tempo conosco, mesmo quando nem temos coragem de o admitir para nós mesmos???...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;E quantas mais vezes pensámos no quanto bom seria que essas pessoas, viessem e não tornassem a ir, e simplesmente ficassem???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quantos Beijos deixámos de dar, por este ou por aquele motivo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Quantas vezes pensámos e repensámos, nos Beijos que deixámos por dar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: tirada da net, e modificada por mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Texto: meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Música: "Sexual Healing" Marvin Gaye&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/7695087-6507748433329113632?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiGfR_9vLLA' title='Beijos Perdidos'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6507748433329113632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6507748433329113632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6507748433329113632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6507748433329113632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/beijos-perdidos.html' title='Beijos Perdidos'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi8slGlijI/AAAAAAAAAUY/grLHWDcJQN4/s72-c/sdsfdv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-8419316527036746990</id><published>2010-08-16T05:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T05:14:33.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>!!!!! Dor de Cabeça !!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi5wiuiN8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4iow8vxH_OU/s1600/prod_img_0754606001180619809_licorBeirao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505854788067276738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi5wiuiN8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4iow8vxH_OU/s400/prod_img_0754606001180619809_licorBeirao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após uma noite, com música muito alta (na qual à minha chegada foi tocada a maravilhosa "Pai da Criança"), a verdade é que a minha cabeça ameaçou começar a sair do sítio e deixar fugir qualquer resto de juízo existente dentro dela, e optei por regressar para casa (não para o interior, mas para a zona circundante aproveitando o facto de poder ver o Céu completamente Estrelado). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durante o trajecto até chegar a casa, cruzei-me com alguém que estranhou a minha marcha tão cedo, e eu comentei o facto de me doer a cabeça, e de os comprimidos não surtirem efeito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E a resposta de uma terceira pessoa, a assitir à conversa, foi simplesmente &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;«Ouvi dizer que o que faz muito bem à dor de cabeça, é &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Licor Beirão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!»&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E posto isto cada um de nós seguiu seu caminho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E alguns passos depois, a verdade é que me sentei por ali, para poder enquanto observava o Céu, lembrar aquele diálogo de doidos, sentindo uma enorme vontade de rir, porque para mim LICOR BEIRÃO é a bebida da minha Mana!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-8419316527036746990?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8419316527036746990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=8419316527036746990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8419316527036746990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8419316527036746990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/dor-de-cabeca.html' title='!!!!! Dor de Cabeça !!!!!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi5wiuiN8I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/4iow8vxH_OU/s72-c/prod_img_0754606001180619809_licorBeirao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-8709142132776335071</id><published>2010-08-14T07:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T07:04:53.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim De Semana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGYx7Tn88TI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DDHP0gFmGnI/s1600/00072_autoestrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505142489456898354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGYx7Tn88TI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DDHP0gFmGnI/s400/00072_autoestrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Volto Domingo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-8709142132776335071?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8709142132776335071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=8709142132776335071' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8709142132776335071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8709142132776335071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/fim-de-semana.html' title='Fim De Semana...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGYx7Tn88TI/AAAAAAAAAUA/DDHP0gFmGnI/s72-c/00072_autoestrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3062284999506232124</id><published>2010-08-14T06:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T07:01:08.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Burro!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Alguém será capaz de me explicar mais esta &lt;a href="http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/detalhe/noticias/nacional/portugal/agricultor-preso-ao-guiar-burro"&gt;maravilhosa notícia&lt;/a&gt; publicada pelo Correio da Manhã, ontem 13 de Agosto 2010???&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Após ler tal notícia eis algumas das questões que me ficam: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Tendo em conta que o senhor ia na carroça, ele não estava propriamente a conduzir o burro, o burro ia sim a puxar a carroça onde o homem estava, certo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- O que é que tem o nível de literacia do senhor a ver para a notícia? Querem ver que os agricultores letrados e até os doutores, não bebem não??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Então os senhores da autoridade que pararam o agricultor e o levaram para o posto, deixaram o burro à beira da estrada. E onde é que andam agora as associações de protecção de animais?? Lembram-se que os burros estão em vias de extinção? Onde é que esses senhores andam, que não foram indagar junto da autoridade a forma como estes trataram o animal...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- Tendo em conta que o senhor ainda teve que ir do posto de Celorico da Beira para o Destacamento da Guarda, para fazer o teste quantitativo, onde deu 2,84 g/l. Penso que seria sim adequado dizerem quanto tempo demorou toda esta brincadeira, para alguém com conhecimentos fazer os cálculos para se saber de facto, qual era a quantidade de álcool que o senhor tinha no sangue, no momento da paragem do burro...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Eu sinceramente, não sei o que é mais parvo, se a atitude de o terem mandado parar, se de o terem prendido, ou se de terem publicado a noticia deste modo. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E viva a SILLY SEASON!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3062284999506232124?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.cmjornal.xl.pt/detalhe/noticias/nacional/portugal/agricultor-preso-ao-guiar-burro' title='O Burro!!!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3062284999506232124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3062284999506232124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3062284999506232124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3062284999506232124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-burro.html' title='O Burro!!!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-4727284443266781676</id><published>2010-08-13T04:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T05:03:03.173+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi29a8_HrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wiQpZ5mlb-c/s1600/%C3%83%C2%A1gua_com_g%C3%83%C2%A1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505851710783823538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi29a8_HrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wiQpZ5mlb-c/s400/%C3%83%C2%A1gua_com_g%C3%83%C2%A1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;ADORO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Adoro quando as pessoas enfiam "barretes" que nem sequer foram disponibilizados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Normalmente quando alguma coisa pesa na consciência de alguém, essa pessoa tem tendência a achar que qualquer coisa que seja dita, feita ou escrita por outros, estão direccionados para si, e por norma acabam por se entregar!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E se há alguma coisa que eu aprendi foi... A verdade vem sempre ao de cima!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-4727284443266781676?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4727284443266781676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=4727284443266781676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4727284443266781676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4727284443266781676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/adoro-adoro-quando-as-pessoas-enfiam.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGi29a8_HrI/AAAAAAAAAUI/wiQpZ5mlb-c/s72-c/%C3%83%C2%A1gua_com_g%C3%83%C2%A1s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3882954248036602069</id><published>2010-08-13T03:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T03:44:18.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Varanda...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Devido à vaga de calor dos últimos dias, redescobri a minha varanda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um bocado parvo de facto. Mas a verdade é que a minha varanda, dá para o interior da minha praceta e que funciona um bocado como uma pequena aldeia... toda a gente se conhece, toda a gente, e claro há sempre algumas pessoas que sabem tudo da vida de algumas outras... Enfim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que a minha varanda, que até era um poiso de brincadeira infantil, é na verdade bastante confortável e ali está-se verdadeiramente bem. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;É um sítio calmo e pacato, onde a altas horas da noite é possível ouvir os meus pensamentos, e até mesmo, o piar de alguns pássaros dos vizinhos (que o meu a estas horas dorme), e ainda algumas movimentações das profissões nocturnas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem agradável mesmo!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504719533623403954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGSxQCXG5bI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_AtfW2aJaiQ/s400/untitled+(2).bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto:&lt;/strong&gt; retirada da net (não da minha varanda)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3882954248036602069?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3882954248036602069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3882954248036602069' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3882954248036602069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3882954248036602069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/varanda.html' title='Varanda...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGSxQCXG5bI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_AtfW2aJaiQ/s72-c/untitled+(2).bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-9138179890248382112</id><published>2010-08-12T20:37:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:39:24.254+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGRNqRXEkdI/AAAAAAAAATw/_3SMJg7WAFs/s1600/0,,11728754-EX,00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504610033163604434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGRNqRXEkdI/AAAAAAAAATw/_3SMJg7WAFs/s400/0,,11728754-EX,00.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acabada de Sair do Cabeleireiro, com cabelo mais curto. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Menos peso e menos volume e sem dúvida, Muito menos calor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em breve novos textos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-9138179890248382112?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9138179890248382112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=9138179890248382112' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/9138179890248382112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/9138179890248382112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/acabada-de-sair-do-cabeleireiro-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGRNqRXEkdI/AAAAAAAAATw/_3SMJg7WAFs/s72-c/0,,11728754-EX,00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-1618604380621234312</id><published>2010-08-10T15:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T15:31:23.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Abrindo a Bolsa</title><content type='html'>A &lt;a href="http://leveseausentes.blogspot.com/"&gt;D. RaTaTatY&lt;/a&gt;, há uns dias, no seu blogg que eu cuidadosamente sigo, escreveu um post sobre as coisas que tinha na mala dela, desafio que lhe fora lançado... Ela entretanto lançou esse mesmo desafio a quem a segue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No entanto eu fiquei espantada pela capacidade de sintese da jovem... E assim, GUIDAAAAAAA vê lá o meu pânico (e estamos a falar de dias bons).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503787839726125362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGFh4UH9gTI/AAAAAAAAATo/VnolaJmUqMk/s400/IMAGE_00171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Assim: Chaves de casa, carteira, elástico, pen, óculos de sol (e às vezes andam lá 2 pares diferentes), gotas para os olhos, comprimidos para o coração, desinfectante para as mãos, creme para as mãos, baton de cieiro, 2 tipos diferentes de pastilhas (normalmente anda só o pote com uma varidade grande), estojo, 2 agendas diárias, e uma agenda de contactos (não se vê bem, é o caderno azul), 1 telemóvel. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A faltar: Os meus óculos de leitura, porque normalmente até ando com livros na mala, e o telemóvel com o qual tirei a foto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-1618604380621234312?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://leveseausentes.blogspot.com/2010/08/abrindo-bolsa-este-foi-o-desafio.html' title='Abrindo a Bolsa'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1618604380621234312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=1618604380621234312' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1618604380621234312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1618604380621234312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/abrindo-bolsa.html' title='Abrindo a Bolsa'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TGFh4UH9gTI/AAAAAAAAATo/VnolaJmUqMk/s72-c/IMAGE_00171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-1051008929081330842</id><published>2010-08-07T23:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T01:11:15.661+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É Mais Fácil Ficar Fora Dela, Do Que Sair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TF3zFElP6lI/AAAAAAAAATg/3NLkN5fjq90/s1600/001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502821588171483730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TF3zFElP6lI/AAAAAAAAATg/3NLkN5fjq90/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Noite Quente de Verão. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Um som quente, ritmo que marca a cadência da batida do coração. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O corpo que começa a ganhar vida própria... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;... O pé que acompanha o ritmo da música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;... As ancas que se começam a soltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;... E os olhos encontram a companhia certa!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A companhia que sabe que encontrou também a quem pertence...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O som da música, embala os corpos, que se encaixam perfeitamente, na sua conversa surda, e nada mais existe, nem eu, nem tu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Só o momento, só a música... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Este é o teu tempo. Este é o meu tempo. Este é o nosso tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nada mais importa, nada para além desta noite, nada para além desta dança. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Somos a Tentação Um do Outro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E não sabemos como resistir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;E nem queremos saber como o fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto: net (modificada por mim)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Texto: meu, escrito ao som de &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdhSXmOcbfY&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;"Tentação"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Gama), e de &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_h79UoXErOQ"&gt;"Nta Amabo"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; (Neuza)&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/7695087-1051008929081330842?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdhSXmOcbfY&amp;feature=related' title='É Mais Fácil Ficar Fora Dela, Do Que Sair...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1051008929081330842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=1051008929081330842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1051008929081330842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1051008929081330842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/e-mais-facil-ficar-fora-dela-do-que.html' title='É Mais Fácil Ficar Fora Dela, Do Que Sair...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TF3zFElP6lI/AAAAAAAAATg/3NLkN5fjq90/s72-c/001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-345388367182517487</id><published>2010-08-04T06:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T06:14:03.916+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFj25NtoFFI/AAAAAAAAATY/xhe1SYDilTs/s1600/defrg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501418407627068498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFj25NtoFFI/AAAAAAAAATY/xhe1SYDilTs/s400/defrg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Infelizmente há pessoas que não aprendem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-345388367182517487?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/345388367182517487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=345388367182517487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/345388367182517487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/345388367182517487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/infelizmente-ha-pessoas-que-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFj25NtoFFI/AAAAAAAAATY/xhe1SYDilTs/s72-c/defrg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5839867619034160675</id><published>2010-08-03T02:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T02:51:20.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFd1_XRKxHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KtSuJF6h4z4/s1600/defrgt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500995201294582898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFd1_XRKxHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KtSuJF6h4z4/s400/defrgt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uma Pedra de cada vez, com calma e com vagar...&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/7695087-5839867619034160675?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5839867619034160675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5839867619034160675' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5839867619034160675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5839867619034160675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-pedra-de-cada-vez-com-calma-e-com.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFd1_XRKxHI/AAAAAAAAATQ/KtSuJF6h4z4/s72-c/defrgt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-4820647637975591347</id><published>2010-08-02T16:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T16:16:28.106+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que tenho para fazer...</title><content type='html'>Tenho algumas coisas para fazer, e não me apetece fazê-las... Tou mole e tenho calor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFbfvG6uedI/AAAAAAAAATI/PReT9Yvfsrs/s1600/jornais.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500829995283413458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFbfvG6uedI/AAAAAAAAATI/PReT9Yvfsrs/s400/jornais.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E diga-se de passagem, que revirar (pelo menos) dezenas de jornais que guardei, ora porque tinham fotos que me apeteciam retirar, ou notícias que me interessavam, mas que ainda não recortei nem tratei, não é propriamente o programa mais apetecível com a moleza com que estou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFbfpSnyUHI/AAAAAAAAATA/VTa5tWef8ug/s1600/a_love_letter_by_EvanWilman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500829895345983602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFbfpSnyUHI/AAAAAAAAATA/VTa5tWef8ug/s400/a_love_letter_by_EvanWilman.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Outra coisa que tenho para fazer, é sentar-me e começar a dar respostas a umas coisas... Umas que já li, outras que li, a contragosto, mas que não sei quem escreveu, e outras ainda que nem sequer li. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Porque tudo na vida merece uma resposta.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;E como eu decidi que este Verão ia ser o Verão da Limpeza de tudo e todos, lá vou eu, tratar de começar a limpar os jornais...&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/7695087-4820647637975591347?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4820647637975591347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=4820647637975591347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4820647637975591347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4820647637975591347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/08/coisas-que-tenho-para-fazer.html' title='Coisas que tenho para fazer...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFbfvG6uedI/AAAAAAAAATI/PReT9Yvfsrs/s72-c/jornais.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-978961868462011455</id><published>2010-07-30T16:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T16:59:49.950+01:00</updated><title type='text'>António Feio (1954-2010)</title><content type='html'>Nos 6 anos em que mantenho este blogg, devo ter mencionado alguém, pelo facto de ter morrido, talvez 3 ou 4 vezes (sem consultar todo o histórico, apenas me recordo à partida de duas pessoas, mas acredito que possam ter sido mais).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não porque não goste da pessoa, ou não considere serem importantes, como pessoas e pelo que fizeram e contributos que deram, mas apenas porque considero mesmo, que todo esse reconhecimento lhes seja merecido em vida, não apenas pelos seus fans e admiradores do seu trabalho mas também por quem "tem o poder".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, hoje deixo um post cujo título é o nome de um Actor recém-falecido, António Feio (na foto abaixo), não porque ele tenha morrido, mas porque descobri uma frase dele (no &lt;a href="http://31daarmada.blogs.sapo.pt/"&gt;31 da Armada&lt;/a&gt;, de onde também tirei a foto). E essa frase, tem para mim todo o sentido. De um certo modo ao longo dos anos sempre a fiz minha, sem sequer a conhecer, e muito menos sem saber que a tinham verbalizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais aproveito cada momento, de felicidade ou infelicidade, do que quer que seja, se ele ocorre é porque tem um qualquer propósito, e como tal deve ser inteiramente aproveitado e dele ser retirado o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me pautei por ajudar o outro, fosse mais ou menos amigo, mais ou menos próximo, nem sempre me saí bem, e nem sempre ouvi e recebi o agradecimento por isso, e nunca me importei com essa parte; e vezes houve em que me prejudiquei para o fazer e por o ter feito, mas nem assim me arrependi. Mas quando sou alvo da ajuda de alguém, não me esqueço de agradecer, mesmo que às vezes não seja de imediato, e às vezes o agradecimento venha na forma de uam retribuição.&lt;br /&gt;Quem me conhece, sabe que se há quem não deixe nada por dizer sou eu. Com o passar do tempo, tenho aprendido que às vezes as respostas para serem dadas, e as coisas para serem ditas, precisam de algum tempo para serem amadurecidas, mas custe o que custar, elas serão sempre por mim ditas, não importa o quanto custe.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixar nada por fazer, é um plano que tenho em curso neste momento, tratar de todas as coisas que por qualquer motivo, durante um ano, deixei pendentes, e tenho o firme propósito de me organizar ainda mais para que nada torne a ficar por fazer, por menos importante que possa parecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada, António Feio, por verbalizar numa única frase, algo com que me identifico totalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFLypf6L05I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lOkRkTVHhvU/s1600/6847365_z7Zmt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499724889726899090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFLypf6L05I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lOkRkTVHhvU/s400/6847365_z7Zmt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;“Aproveitem a vida e ajudem-se uns aos outros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Apreciem cada momento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Agradeçam e não deixem nada por dizer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Nada por fazer.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-978961868462011455?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/978961868462011455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=978961868462011455' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/978961868462011455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/978961868462011455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/antonio-feio-1954-2010.html' title='António Feio (1954-2010)'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFLypf6L05I/AAAAAAAAAS4/lOkRkTVHhvU/s72-c/6847365_z7Zmt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2040113020540499316</id><published>2010-07-30T02:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T02:07:54.622+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bola de Cristal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFIksnIT86I/AAAAAAAAASw/x8jQxwIymAc/s1600/cr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499498443809485730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFIksnIT86I/AAAAAAAAASw/x8jQxwIymAc/s400/cr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje no meio de uma conversa, lembrei-me de uma compra que fiz numa Feira de Velharias e Antiguidades há uns meses, relativamente perto de casa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas embora adore a peça que comprei, porque era algo que eu queria há já algum tempo e não era nada fácil de encontrar, nessa "viagem", cruzei-me com uma Bola de Cristal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa Bola de Cristal, estava numa bancada no meio de diversas outras coisas, papéis soltos, livros, pequenos e maiores objectos, arcas, um sem número de coisas.&lt;br /&gt;Por achar piada a estes objectos, não resisti a tocar e mesmo a pedir para pegar na tal Bola de Cristal, ao que o vendedor de facto acedeu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade acabei por não lhe pegar verdadeiramente, porque mal toquei a bola, ela imediatamente fez de prisma e começou a focalizar um raio de sol que espreitava, num ponto da toalha e começou a queimá-la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escusado será dizer, que fiz a bola rolar para ficar completamente coberta do sol, mas não lhe peguei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFIke5Rf4wI/AAAAAAAAASo/Kgm0Y_kg2aQ/s1600/Bola_Cristal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499498208161686274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFIke5Rf4wI/AAAAAAAAASo/Kgm0Y_kg2aQ/s400/Bola_Cristal.jpg" border="0" /&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/7695087-2040113020540499316?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2040113020540499316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2040113020540499316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2040113020540499316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2040113020540499316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/bola-de-cristal.html' title='Bola de Cristal'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFIksnIT86I/AAAAAAAAASw/x8jQxwIymAc/s72-c/cr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-1473682689947394951</id><published>2010-07-30T01:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T02:00:39.494+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vozes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFIj5qEMrGI/AAAAAAAAASg/SbLW8OZeQIo/s1600/Mark-Salling-Photoshoot-mark-salling-8895092-1080-720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499497568424209506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFIj5qEMrGI/AAAAAAAAASg/SbLW8OZeQIo/s400/Mark-Salling-Photoshoot-mark-salling-8895092-1080-720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gosto da voz deste moço quando ele canta. E gostei ainda mais quando ele cantou o &lt;a href="http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/somewhere-over-rainbow.html"&gt;"Somewhere Over The Rainbow"&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/7695087-1473682689947394951?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1473682689947394951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=1473682689947394951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1473682689947394951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1473682689947394951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/vozes.html' title='Vozes'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFIj5qEMrGI/AAAAAAAAASg/SbLW8OZeQIo/s72-c/Mark-Salling-Photoshoot-mark-salling-8895092-1080-720.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-8555477518709077365</id><published>2010-07-29T02:30:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T02:32:21.811+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFDZ0t_Dg1I/AAAAAAAAASY/oWxruv43_QA/s1600/IMAG0051a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499134644739867474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFDZ0t_Dg1I/AAAAAAAAASY/oWxruv43_QA/s400/IMAG0051a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#000066;"&gt;Tanto me faz desenhar um poema, como escrever um desenho…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Frase retirada de camisolas duma actividade relacionada com Poetas Lusófonos, 2010.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-8555477518709077365?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8555477518709077365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=8555477518709077365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8555477518709077365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8555477518709077365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/tanto-me-faz-desenhar-um-poema-como.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TFDZ0t_Dg1I/AAAAAAAAASY/oWxruv43_QA/s72-c/IMAG0051a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6099232948709729072</id><published>2010-07-25T22:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T22:58:16.808+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheiros que Gosto!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEytAUvpLwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wZLSbd-ZnmE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497959466192678658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEytAUvpLwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wZLSbd-ZnmE/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Gosto do Cheiro do Nascer do Dia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aqueles pequenos momentos do dia, em que o Sol começa a levantar, e a iluminar o dia. Em que olhamos para o céu, e que de uma ponta à outra está pintado de uma graduação de cores, do azul claro do princípio da manhã até ao azul escuro da noite fechada. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Aqueles minutos, em que independentemente do calor que se tenha sentido no dia e noite antes, e que se venha a sentir no dia que vai começar, se sente um friozinho fino, que entra por nós dentro, não nos deixa com frio mas que nos refresca a Alma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nesses momentos, em que quase toda a gente dorme, e em que podemos estar de facto a sós conosco mesmos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Nesses instantes há um cheiro único, inconfundivel, e que eu simplesmente adoro. &lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-6099232948709729072?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6099232948709729072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6099232948709729072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6099232948709729072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6099232948709729072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/cheiros-que-gosto.html' title='Cheiros que Gosto!!!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEytAUvpLwI/AAAAAAAAASQ/wZLSbd-ZnmE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-4687453944414639339</id><published>2010-07-22T22:57:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T23:09:34.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'>"Somewhere over the rainbow"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEi_AMr095I/AAAAAAAAASI/DGqi_EvzkZQ/s1600/rainbow-over-the-muldrow-glacier_1127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496853355331647378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEi_AMr095I/AAAAAAAAASI/DGqi_EvzkZQ/s400/rainbow-over-the-muldrow-glacier_1127.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Somewhere Over the Rainbow"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Way up high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;There's a land that I heard of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Once in a lullaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Skies are blue,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Really do come true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;And wake up where the clouds are far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Behind me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Away above the chimney tops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Somewhere over the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bluebirds fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Birds fly over the rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why then, oh why can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Beyond the rainbow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Why, oh why can't I?&lt;/span&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;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Música de: "O Feiticeiro de Oz", na versão de Glee.&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/7695087-4687453944414639339?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNHTCglQ_Wk&amp;feature=related' title='&quot;Somewhere over the rainbow&quot;'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4687453944414639339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=4687453944414639339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4687453944414639339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4687453944414639339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/somewhere-over-rainbow.html' title='&quot;Somewhere over the rainbow&quot;'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEi_AMr095I/AAAAAAAAASI/DGqi_EvzkZQ/s72-c/rainbow-over-the-muldrow-glacier_1127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6888417714578826801</id><published>2010-07-22T02:18:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T02:26:34.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia do Amigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEecks4ud-I/AAAAAAAAASA/lIlLjyBtUZk/s1600/untitledefdrgth.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496534024567289826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEecks4ud-I/AAAAAAAAASA/lIlLjyBtUZk/s400/untitledefdrgth.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O Dia do Amigo, comemora-se a 20 de Julho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tendo sido adoptado pela primeira vez na Argentina, pela mão de Enrique Ernesto Febbaro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A escolha da data coincidiu com a chegada do Homem à Lua (20 de Julho de 1969), pois segundo Febbaro aquele feito mostrava que a Humanidade devia unir-se, e assim não existirião objectivos impossíveis. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embora em Portugal este dia não seja de facto assinalado, ele é assinalado no Brasil, onde tenho vários amigos, e alguns assinalaram este dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim importando este dia para o meu Portugal, dedico este post aos meus amigos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: Se na verdade "os Homens que mandam" se lembrassem um pouco do lema de Enrique Febbaro e da conclusão dele chegada a 20 Julho 1969, talvez percebessem um pouco mais da vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-6888417714578826801?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6888417714578826801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6888417714578826801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6888417714578826801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6888417714578826801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/dia-do-amigo.html' title='Dia do Amigo'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEecks4ud-I/AAAAAAAAASA/lIlLjyBtUZk/s72-c/untitledefdrgth.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5343729492693839636</id><published>2010-07-22T02:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T02:14:20.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Actividades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEeaYHOAPZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SZvKpZUGfAs/s1600/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496531609274301842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEeaYHOAPZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SZvKpZUGfAs/s400/vento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, dediquei-me a fazer algo que andei a adiar por muito tempo, a tratar da minha agenda. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A verdade é que já há alguns anos as minhas agendas, acabam por ser pequenos diários do que acontece na minha vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nelas registo coisas que não me quero esquecer, compromissos a que não posso faltar, datas que não posso perder, e a pouco a pouco ela vai-se enchendo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mas a verdade é que muitas vezes me acontecem coisas que nem estão programadas, e que na verdade acabam por se tornar importantes, ou apenas lhes acho graça. E acabo por as registar lá, como pedaço de uma memória viva. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje, dediquei-me um pouco a esse actividade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Escrevi a caneta, com algumas cores e às vezes sinalética, o que era para ser escrito. Nalguns casos acrescentei e colei fotos que seleccionei e imprimi, desses momentos, sítios, pessoas, que página a página, dia-a-dia, vão preenchendo a minha vida, e me vão recordando de como é importante ir vivendo sempre ao máximo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-5343729492693839636?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5343729492693839636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5343729492693839636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5343729492693839636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5343729492693839636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/actividades.html' title='Actividades...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEeaYHOAPZI/AAAAAAAAAR4/SZvKpZUGfAs/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6440020604070393800</id><published>2010-07-17T18:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T18:47:40.911+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEHshtEOGsI/AAAAAAAAARw/N0z4Ht42c5Q/s1600/30301_469571459464_759064464_6154810_4484152_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494933084145851074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 345px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEHshtEOGsI/AAAAAAAAARw/N0z4Ht42c5Q/s400/30301_469571459464_759064464_6154810_4484152_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Os golfinhos são tubarões gay."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Foto tirada da net. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Frase recebida via sms, vista primeiro numa t-shirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-6440020604070393800?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6440020604070393800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6440020604070393800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6440020604070393800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6440020604070393800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-golfinhos-sao-tubaroes-gay.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TEHshtEOGsI/AAAAAAAAARw/N0z4Ht42c5Q/s72-c/30301_469571459464_759064464_6154810_4484152_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7864047251160154327</id><published>2010-07-15T18:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:48:35.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TD9Jkqx9ZWI/AAAAAAAAARo/piV_wuroHzc/s1600/erdefgthy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494190964723246434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TD9Jkqx9ZWI/AAAAAAAAARo/piV_wuroHzc/s400/erdefgthy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Não mates antes de ser capaz de ressuscitar."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Yeshe Tsogyel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lenda Monge Tibetana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Há momentos em que tal morte tem mesmo que ser realizada, antes de se ter esta capacidade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7864047251160154327?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7864047251160154327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7864047251160154327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7864047251160154327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7864047251160154327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/nao-mates-antes-de-ser-capaz-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TD9Jkqx9ZWI/AAAAAAAAARo/piV_wuroHzc/s72-c/erdefgthy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5326862158098749889</id><published>2010-07-14T17:04:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T17:07:13.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizades...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TD3gNzqbgFI/AAAAAAAAARg/otJKyObfuNw/s1600/rdfegthyju.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493793648272965714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TD3gNzqbgFI/AAAAAAAAARg/otJKyObfuNw/s400/rdfegthyju.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Um amigo é fruto de uma escolha e uma opção de amor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;É um tesouro sem preço, um gostar sem distância de alguém presente em nosso caminho, as horas de dúvidas, de alegria, de sofrimento. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Grande demais para ser perdido, importante demais para ser esquecido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Um amigo é aquele que te entende, te dá a mão que adoça as tuas lágrimas que te ouve ao telefone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;É quem te «ama» sem qualquer medo de uma má interpretação. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Amigo é para sempre mesmo que o sempre não exista.&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/7695087-5326862158098749889?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5326862158098749889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5326862158098749889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5326862158098749889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5326862158098749889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/amizades.html' title='Amizades...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TD3gNzqbgFI/AAAAAAAAARg/otJKyObfuNw/s72-c/rdfegthyju.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-4501268456916015364</id><published>2010-07-13T19:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T19:42:45.717+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Limpeza de Alma (e de Vida)!!1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDyyl4jAx3I/AAAAAAAAARY/1MnxQreXZ4E/s1600/dias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493462009389303666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 396px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 342px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDyyl4jAx3I/AAAAAAAAARY/1MnxQreXZ4E/s400/dias.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Pontualmente todos nós temos que tirar uns momentos da nossa vida para podermos fazer umas pequenas limpezas, na nossa vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Para enterrarmos momentos que não valem a pena ser lembrados, pessoas que nos magoaram, ou que não nos deram o nosso devido valor, ou que nos traíram de uma ou outra forma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Para enterrarmos em nós emoções pouco positivas que não são nada boas para nós, e que nos vão consumindo por dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Destes momentos surgem novas realidades, novas vidas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Novas formas de nos vermos a nós mesmos, e de vermos as pessoas que nos rodeiam, e a própria vida em si. O que nos levará a viver cada vez melhor a vida. &lt;/span&gt;&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/7695087-4501268456916015364?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4501268456916015364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=4501268456916015364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4501268456916015364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4501268456916015364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/limpeza-de-alma-e-de-vida1.html' title='Limpeza de Alma (e de Vida)!!1'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDyyl4jAx3I/AAAAAAAAARY/1MnxQreXZ4E/s72-c/dias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-961029770689615904</id><published>2010-07-12T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T21:22:35.270+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDt5aG6hYgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uE9pxfIXi-g/s1600/edfrgthy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493117659948081666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDt5aG6hYgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uE9pxfIXi-g/s400/edfrgthy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nós é que determinamos o ritmo do tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-961029770689615904?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/961029770689615904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=961029770689615904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/961029770689615904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/961029770689615904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/nos-e-que-determinamos-o-ritmo-do-tempo.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDt5aG6hYgI/AAAAAAAAARQ/uE9pxfIXi-g/s72-c/edfrgthy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7345347100891331697</id><published>2010-07-09T23:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T23:29:33.358+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDeiHIwev5I/AAAAAAAAARI/8DJv2egiWVU/s1600/5999777_Zoln0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492036514095218578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDeiHIwev5I/AAAAAAAAARI/8DJv2egiWVU/s400/5999777_Zoln0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas quero dobrar a esquina do teu mundo, e deixar a sensação de que nunca fui embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7345347100891331697?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7345347100891331697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7345347100891331697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7345347100891331697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7345347100891331697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/apenas-quero-dobrar-esquina-do-teu.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDeiHIwev5I/AAAAAAAAARI/8DJv2egiWVU/s72-c/5999777_Zoln0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3584668612982537693</id><published>2010-07-05T03:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T04:08:35.566+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDFKf98f9PI/AAAAAAAAARA/M8Wp_fCx_mI/s1600/IMAGE_00027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490251333806060786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDFKf98f9PI/AAAAAAAAARA/M8Wp_fCx_mI/s400/IMAGE_00027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uma Diva é sempre uma diva... Faça Frio ou Calor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3584668612982537693?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3584668612982537693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3584668612982537693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3584668612982537693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3584668612982537693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/uma-diva-e-sempre-uma-diva.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TDFKf98f9PI/AAAAAAAAARA/M8Wp_fCx_mI/s72-c/IMAGE_00027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7082125269736038942</id><published>2010-07-04T03:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T03:43:58.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Equilibrio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TC_1DHDOBDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZE6T6vzYBp0/s1600/aesrgthyuj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489875904568886322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TC_1DHDOBDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZE6T6vzYBp0/s400/aesrgthyuj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Na Vida... e em Tudo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7082125269736038942?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7082125269736038942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7082125269736038942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7082125269736038942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7082125269736038942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/07/equilibrio.html' title='Equilibrio'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TC_1DHDOBDI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/ZE6T6vzYBp0/s72-c/aesrgthyuj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-1674601378915776057</id><published>2010-06-09T04:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T04:50:37.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing in the Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Para actualizar a roseira, aqui fica uma imagem (by: google) e uma letra de uma música, que me deixa assim num alto astral! E que fica desde já &lt;strong&gt;dedicada a uma pessoa!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TA8Mq_Q6QbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/13004NYLU0E/s1600/597973680_398a8678e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480613204209582514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TA8Mq_Q6QbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/13004NYLU0E/s400/597973680_398a8678e3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Perfect &amp;amp; Secret Smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;«We get it on most every night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;when that moon is big and bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its a supernatural delight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybodys dancing in the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybody here is out of sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;they dont bark and they dont bite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;they keep things loose they keep it tight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybodys dancing in the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dancing in the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybodys feeling warm and bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its such a fine and natural sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybodys dancing in the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;we like our fun and we never fight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;you cant dance and stay uptight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its a supernatural delight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybody was dancing in the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;dancing in the moonlight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybodys feeling warm and bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;its such a fine and natural sight &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;everybodys dancing in the moonlight»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Music: "Dancing in the Moonlight" by Toploader&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A cor hoje fica por conta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;... do Fogo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;... do Alto Astral! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;... e da Lua em noites quentes de Verão!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/7695087-1674601378915776057?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1674601378915776057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=1674601378915776057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1674601378915776057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1674601378915776057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/06/dancing-in-moonlight.html' title='Dancing in the Moonlight'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/TA8Mq_Q6QbI/AAAAAAAAAQw/13004NYLU0E/s72-c/597973680_398a8678e3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7583872244426726105</id><published>2010-05-27T14:57:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T15:12:27.334+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelumbo nucifera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S_56oRNMybI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ux1SCt6179U/s1600/180149kfqkp2s3wh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475949029161224626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S_56oRNMybI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ux1SCt6179U/s400/180149kfqkp2s3wh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A simbologia desta planta está associada à &lt;strong&gt;PUREZA&lt;/strong&gt;, ao &lt;strong&gt;RENASCIMENTO&lt;/strong&gt;, e é o símbolo da &lt;strong&gt;EXPANSÃO ESPIRITUAL&lt;/strong&gt;, do &lt;strong&gt;SAGRADO&lt;/strong&gt; e do &lt;strong&gt;PURO&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Das mais belas flores, nasce no meio da lama, inspirando assim um caminho de Purificação e de Transcendência face a tudo o que é considerado impuro no Mundo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;De acordo com o Budismo, BUDA terá nascido embalado por uma folha desta flor, e ao nascer terá caminhado sobre a água, e de cada um dos 7 passoa que deu teria nascido uma flor desta espécie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Da mesma maneira, os centros da consciência no corpo humano (chacras) são representados como flores de lótus, cujas cores correspondem ao seu caráter individual, e o número de suas pétalas corresponde às suas funções. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;O significado original deste simbolismo pode ser visto pela semelhança seguinte: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Tal como a flor do lótus cresce da escuridão do lodo para a superfície da água, abrindo sua flores somente após ter-se erguido além da superfície, ficando imaculada de ambos, terra e água, que a nutriram - do mesmo modo a mente, nascida no corpo humano, expande suas verdadeiras qualidades (pétalas) após ter-se erguido dos fluidos turvos da paixão e da ignorância, e transforma o poder tenebroso da profundidade no puro néctar radiante da consciência Iluminada (bidhicitta), a incomparável jóia (mani) na flor de lótus (padma). Assim, o arahant (santo) cresce além deste mundo e o ultrapassa. Apesar de suas raízes estarem na profundidade sombria deste mundo, sua cabeça está erguida na totalidade da luz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ele é a síntese viva do mais profundo e do mais elevado, da escuridão e da luz, do material e do imaterial, das limitações da individualidade e da universalidade ilimitada, do formado e do sem forma, do Samsara e do Nirvana. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;A semente da Iluminação está sempre presente no mundo, e do mesmo modo como os Budas surgiram nos ciclos passados do mundo, também os Iluminados surgem no presente ciclo e poderão surgir em futuros ciclos, enquanto houver condições adequadas para vida orgânica e consciente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7583872244426726105?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7583872244426726105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7583872244426726105' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7583872244426726105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7583872244426726105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/05/nelumbo-nucifera.html' title='Nelumbo nucifera'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S_56oRNMybI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ux1SCt6179U/s72-c/180149kfqkp2s3wh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-4148235074024949496</id><published>2010-05-24T04:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T05:02:27.568+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assalto de Memórias</title><content type='html'>Há dias assim, em que várias memórias, de vários sítios, momentos, pessoas, vivências e experiências, nos assaltam.&lt;br /&gt;E tal como uma amiga minha, eu associo, e sempre associei músicas a momentos, pessoas, sítios... às vezes uma música, para mim, tem vários significados e recorda mais do que uma «coisa».&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;«What I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Turn the pages, turn the stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Behind the door, should I open it for you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;What I've felt, what I've known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Sick and tired, I stand alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Could you be there?, 'cause I'm the one who waits for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Or are you unforgiven too?»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;"The Unforgiven II", by Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;A primeira vez que esta música foi seguramente há mais de 10 anos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Não me lembro do ano exacto, mas sei que foi no Verão, de madrugada, já deviam ter batido as 3 da manhã, estava com uma amiga sentadas num banco de pedra que hoje já não existe. Nessa noite nenhuma de nós dormiu, nem nós nem o nosso grupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Esta foi sem dúvida uma das músicas daquele Verão, daquela noite, dos segredos que lá ficaram enterrados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E é também uma música que eu adoro, que associei a muito mais momentos, quase todos eles felizes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-4148235074024949496?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/4148235074024949496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=4148235074024949496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4148235074024949496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/4148235074024949496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/05/assalto-de-memorias.html' title='Assalto de Memórias'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-8462904084796471364</id><published>2010-05-24T04:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T04:21:25.396+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Frases interessantes...; Pétalas'/><title type='text'>(1)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S_nu1R8KINI/AAAAAAAAAQg/R85uQGFstvA/s1600/velas2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474669421161750738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 322px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S_nu1R8KINI/AAAAAAAAAQg/R85uQGFstvA/s400/velas2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;«A coisa mais dura da vida é... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;termos palavras dentro do nosso coração e não as conseguirmos exprimir.»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Para tudo há um tempo, e esse Tudo dura o tempo suficiente para se tornar inesquecível. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A vida é como o mar, por vezes traz-nos coisas, pessoas, momentos... outras vezes leva tudo isso para longe de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;E a nós deixa-nos com a tristeza dessa ausência, desse vazio que ficou... Que nada consegue tomar seu lugar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Restando-nos apenas as memórias desses momentos felizes com essas pessoas tão queridas, às vezes sem um motivo claro para tão forte ligação, tão forte presença...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-8462904084796471364?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8462904084796471364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=8462904084796471364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8462904084796471364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8462904084796471364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/05/1.html' title='(1)'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S_nu1R8KINI/AAAAAAAAAQg/R85uQGFstvA/s72-c/velas2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2895530682544814249</id><published>2010-03-31T05:46:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T05:59:21.201+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Idas e Voltas...</title><content type='html'>Voltas e reviravoltas...&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que por mais voltas e reviravoltas que a vida às vezes dê, e nos faça dar com ela, há coisas e pessoas que voltam sempre para junto de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sabemos ao certo se estes regressos serão permanentes e para sempre, mas a verdade é que quando eles acontecem, e se nos revelam reais, palpáveis, nos deixam felizes até ao mais fundo do nosso ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nessas alturas temos que desfrutar ao máximo, com o maior amor, paixão e dedicação, para que caso tenham que tornar a ir, nos possamos recordar de como foi bom, e que foi ao máximo, e que não mudaríamos nada no tempo em que tudo voltou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As coisas que amo, eu deixo livres... Se voltarem é porque de facto as conquistei, se não voltarem, então verdadeiramente nunca as tive!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S7LT_RyMDpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7dRZ2j7c5CM/s1600/5999777_Zoln0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454655182758219410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S7LT_RyMDpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7dRZ2j7c5CM/s400/5999777_Zoln0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AINDA GOSTO DELA&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje acordei sem lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se vivi ou se sonhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você aqui nesse lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que eu ainda não deixei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou ficar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quanto tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu não sei o que vou fazer não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem precisei revelar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sua foto não tirei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Como tirei pra dançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Alguém que avistei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tempo atrás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Esse tempo está&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lá trás&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu não tenho mais o que fazer, não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu ainda gosto dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ela já não gosta tanto assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A porta ainda está aberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas da janela já não entra luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu ainda penso nela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ela já não pensa mais em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Em mim não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ainda vejo o luar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Refletido na areia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aqui na frente desse mar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sua boca eu beijei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Só com ela eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quis ficar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E agora ela me deixou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu ainda gosto dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ela já não gosta tanto assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A porta ainda está aberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas da janela já não entra luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu ainda penso nela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ela já não pensa mais em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu vou deixar a porta aberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra que ela entre e traga a sua luz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hoje acordei sem lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Se vivi ou se sonhei&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você aqui nesse lugar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Que eu ainda não deixei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou ficar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quanto tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vou esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu não sei o que vou fazer, não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu ainda gosto dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ela já não gosta tanto assim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A porta ainda está aberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas da janela já não entra luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;E eu ainda penso nela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas ela já não pensa mais em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu vou deixar a porta aberta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pra que ela entre e traga a sua luz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;By: Skank (Composição: Samuel Rosa e Nando Reis)&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/7695087-2895530682544814249?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2895530682544814249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2895530682544814249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2895530682544814249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2895530682544814249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/idas-e-voltas.html' title='Idas e Voltas...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S7LT_RyMDpI/AAAAAAAAAQU/7dRZ2j7c5CM/s72-c/5999777_Zoln0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7490657617437965972</id><published>2010-03-25T01:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:18:25.522Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S6q5vWrWrdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SYix8YbFXXk/s1600/BlogBel4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452374522077818322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S6q5vWrWrdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SYix8YbFXXk/s400/BlogBel4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;«Quando uma coisa é uma coisa, ela deixa de ser todas as outras e isso é uma pena.&lt;br /&gt;O que é preciso, é ser tudo ao mesmo tempo!!»&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Agostinho da Silva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7490657617437965972?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7490657617437965972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7490657617437965972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7490657617437965972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7490657617437965972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/03/quando-uma-coisa-e-uma-coisa-ela-deixa.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S6q5vWrWrdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/SYix8YbFXXk/s72-c/BlogBel4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-614525255792264031</id><published>2010-03-25T00:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-25T01:03:59.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S6qvo8MnHLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ESF8LL3AFO0/s1600/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452363416774057138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S6qvo8MnHLI/AAAAAAAAAQE/ESF8LL3AFO0/s400/vento.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas devem ser vividas ao máximo, de forma intensa e única.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas, mesmo aquelas que repetimos dias e dias a fio, vezes sem conta, são únicas, porque em cada repetição, há sempre alguma coisa de diferente, uma coisa que a torna única no seu momento, na sua evocação.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os momentos devem ser aproveitados até ao limite, até mais não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada coisa que fazemos, muda-nos, molda-nos, transforma-nos em seres mais completos, mais complexos, mais bonitos ou não, mais profundos, mais irracionais, mais racionais, mais brutais, mais verdadeiros, mais angelicais, mais realistas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os momentos, todas as coisas, todas as partilhas, todas as vivências, todas as experiências, todas as experiências, são únicas e não voltarão para nós se não as encararmos e não as aproveitarmos, por isso, vamos em frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixando sempre um registo do que se passou, nas nossas memórias, para que não nos esqueçamos do que aprendemos com tudo isso!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao som de: «Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want », dos The Smiths&lt;br /&gt;Versão do filme: Ferris Bueller's Day Off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="640"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-614525255792264031?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/614525255792264031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=614525255792264031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-1160717248610080840</id><published>2010-02-28T02:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:56:19.082Z</updated><title type='text'>Faltas... de funcionamento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4na1xn6dFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/etkZQwZI1pk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443122242042623058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4na1xn6dFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/etkZQwZI1pk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo meteorológico está tão doido, que até a minha bonequinha que me informa o tempo, com percentagens de humidade e temperaturas, com a simultaneidade de uma sugestão de look para o dia em causa... Desapareceu... Que será que aconteceu??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-1160717248610080840?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1160717248610080840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=1160717248610080840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1160717248610080840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1160717248610080840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/faltas-de-funcionamento.html' title='Faltas... de funcionamento...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4na1xn6dFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/etkZQwZI1pk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7701757195091669805</id><published>2010-02-28T02:19:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:43:55.903Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4nVovVmOwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bvDsj36AfnM/s1600-h/untitledrt6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443116520532491010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4nVovVmOwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bvDsj36AfnM/s400/untitledrt6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de ter tempo para poder escrever calmamente, saudades de não sentir necessidade de escrever e fazê-lo apenas por gozo pessoal, deixando escorrer as ideias soltas, que aos poucos se conjugavam num global coerente, ou apenas deixar sair o que me passa pela cabeça, a modos que ideias soltas, que mais tarde possam vir a ser úteis, para uma qualquer outra construção ou criação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades do tempo em que viver era bem mais simples do que é agora... Tenho saudades da maneira como eu brincava com o tempo que tinha e que inventava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades das noites que passava acordada meramente porque me apetecia, porque o Mundo era demasiado entusiasmante para perder o meu tempo a dormir, em vez de o descobrir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades da minha banda sonora, com a qual cresci, ao som da qual chorei, ao som da qual amadureci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades da inconsequência que por vezes me acompanhava, das travessuras simpáticas com consequências pelo menos minimamente medidas e avaliadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de olhar para o passado, para o que fiz, para o que não fiz, para quem conheci, para quem se perdeu no mar de pessoas que sempre foi atravessando a minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que o tempo não me tem sido simpático para poder fazer isto tudo, mas a verdade é que de vez em quando ocorre alguma coisa, que me faz recordar o passado, ou alguém desaparecido da minha vida há já algum tempo, e que de algum modo de marcou, me transformou um bocadinho que fosse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos nomes, tantas caras, tantas pessoas, tantos amigos, ainda mais conhecidos com alguma proximidade, e ainda mais conhecidos de circunstância ou de pouca proximidade, e, ainda bem, poucos 'inimigos'...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7701757195091669805?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7701757195091669805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7701757195091669805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7701757195091669805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7701757195091669805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/saudades-de-ter-tempo-para-poder.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4nVovVmOwI/AAAAAAAAAP0/bvDsj36AfnM/s72-c/untitledrt6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-6748377239885023625</id><published>2010-02-28T02:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-02-28T02:18:36.877Z</updated><title type='text'>Estados de Alma...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Tenho andando afastada à brava aqui do tasco... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdade é que tenho tido muito que fazer, entre aulas e o imenso tempo que lá passo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Além de tudo isso, tenho-me sentido um bocadinho farta de certas coisas que para mim não fazem grande sentido. Como diria a minha mana, ando com falta de paciência para o que não tem a mínima importância. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há momentos em que parece que o mundo ficou doido de vez, e os seus habitantes piraram tanto quanto o próprio planeta, ou ainda mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se calhar o meu cansaço acumulado, de algumas semanas está á fazer com que o meu filtro de tolerância se torne mais fino, e como tal, cada vez menos coisas não têm passado, ficando retidas do lado de fora da minha existência. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tenho sentido uma forte vontade de escrever, no papel... com a caneta, deixando a minha imaginação flutuar por espaços escatológicos, completamente surreais, ou mesmo nalguns casos com raízes na realidade que me ajuda a montar todo um cenário, que se transforma depois no meu código único, pessoal e intransmissível, no seu etendimento, permitindo colocar aqui tudo, sem que ninguém o saiba... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enfim, vamos ver no que isto dá... para começo de ano, isto já me cheira a mexeriquice a mais e desassossego para mais do aceitável...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-6748377239885023625?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/6748377239885023625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=6748377239885023625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6748377239885023625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/6748377239885023625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/estados-de-alma.html' title='Estados de Alma...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-9063438135416331544</id><published>2010-02-21T03:36:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T03:40:13.898Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4Cq1Y0kXeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/o31pxfgw6cw/s1600-h/m_q2_final-seducao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440536184036285922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4Cq1Y0kXeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/o31pxfgw6cw/s400/m_q2_final-seducao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes um Beijo concretizado sem ser pensado ou ponderado é muito mais eficaz que longos discursos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-9063438135416331544?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9063438135416331544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=9063438135416331544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/9063438135416331544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/9063438135416331544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-vezes-um-beijo-concretizado-sem-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S4Cq1Y0kXeI/AAAAAAAAAPc/o31pxfgw6cw/s72-c/m_q2_final-seducao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-528752107980160624</id><published>2010-01-26T00:15:00.013Z</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:38:46.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Selecção Contra a Pobreza</title><content type='html'>E a minha selecção do Jogo contra a Pobreza é a seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1430xwJ27I/AAAAAAAAAPU/IvpSu1e7YoM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839580503432114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1430xwJ27I/AAAAAAAAAPU/IvpSu1e7YoM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839226432565874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143gKvFMnI/AAAAAAAAAOs/37GGFGvHf4c/s400/manchete.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;NUNO GOMES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(é mais forte que eu, adoro esta Alminha..., e o clone dele que também adoro, mas quem é, é um segredo meu!!!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143tyxp5iI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PMnTM4dF1lg/s1600-h/rui-costa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839460519077410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 280px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143tyxp5iI/AAAAAAAAAPM/PMnTM4dF1lg/s400/rui-costa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143qiIWM4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wq8t9HmaL4M/s1600-h/Rui_Costa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839404511245186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143qiIWM4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/wq8t9HmaL4M/s400/Rui_Costa.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RUI COSTA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Acima de tudo, sempre UM SENHOR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143nXCcKqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/soQJMvonpks/s1600-h/Poborsky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839349994072738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143nXCcKqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/soQJMvonpks/s400/Poborsky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; POBORSKY (A idade fez-lhe muitissimo bem)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143kvy_82I/AAAAAAAAAO0/b0g7OmfiPr0/s1600-h/pauleta3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839305100587874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143kvy_82I/AAAAAAAAAO0/b0g7OmfiPr0/s400/pauleta3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PAULETA (ai os insulares...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143brIi7oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4WLYqhhfeWk/s1600-h/Luis_Figo_smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839149229960834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143brIi7oI/AAAAAAAAAOk/4WLYqhhfeWk/s400/Luis_Figo_smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LUIS FIGO (palavras para quê?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143XOGsJ-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gtbwr6KQVAc/s1600-h/Katsouranis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839072718071778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143XOGsJ-I/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gtbwr6KQVAc/s400/Katsouranis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KATSOURANIS &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(e eu que pensava que não havia Gregos giros)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143TXTuKvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AZeKyMYK6Vk/s1600-h/Fernando%2520Couto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430839006469171954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143TXTuKvI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AZeKyMYK6Vk/s400/Fernando%2520Couto.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;FERNANDO COUTO &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(a minha desgraça são alguns defesas...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143MoKJHPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LB1CWFLgO-g/s1600-h/kaka-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838890733313266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143MoKJHPI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LB1CWFLgO-g/s400/kaka-3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;KAKÁ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Deus de Facto gosta deste homem, e não é o único)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143FPIVIMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qUyIxnsCfOM/s1600-h/entrevista-com-miguel-vitor_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838763755741378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S143FPIVIMI/AAAAAAAAAN8/qUyIxnsCfOM/s400/entrevista-com-miguel-vitor_2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MIGUEL VICTOR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Este míudo faz-se, ai faz-se sim...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S142_zH1UlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/F0OFqc6tEXg/s1600-h/Davidz_575844.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838670338118226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 298px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S142_zH1UlI/AAAAAAAAAN0/F0OFqc6tEXg/s400/Davidz_575844.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Davidz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Sempre gostei deste gomo da Laranja...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1425ByeJZI/AAAAAAAAANs/-co8y8aeF4o/s1600-h/dani+alves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838554015966610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1425ByeJZI/AAAAAAAAANs/-co8y8aeF4o/s400/dani+alves.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; DANI ALVES&lt;br /&gt;(Olhão diz tudo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1421G-6vgI/AAAAAAAAANk/nVzMrGIbiNw/s1600-h/1093621_baabdo_ricardo_pereira_1gente___fotos_500_333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430838486690872834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1421G-6vgI/AAAAAAAAANk/nVzMrGIbiNw/s400/1093621_baabdo_ricardo_pereira_1gente___fotos_500_333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;RICARDO PEREIRA&lt;br /&gt;(Não é jogador, mas andou lá a correr e a mim pareceu-me muito bem)&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-528752107980160624?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/528752107980160624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=528752107980160624' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/528752107980160624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/528752107980160624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/seleccao-contra-pobreza.html' title='Selecção Contra a Pobreza'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1430xwJ27I/AAAAAAAAAPU/IvpSu1e7YoM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2664555837474146798</id><published>2010-01-25T20:37:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-25T20:38:29.872Z</updated><title type='text'>JOGÃO!!!</title><content type='html'>Um jogo contra a Pobreza cuja receita reverte inteiramente a favor das vítimas do Terramoto do Haiti...&lt;br /&gt;Que mais não é que uma oportunidade única de ver jogadores que já arrumaram as botas a jogar novamente, e que lances ainda fabulosos...&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá arranjar as peças que faltam a estes gajos, para eles tornarem a jogar, sff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai Ai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até o Colina, veio apitar o jogo!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-2664555837474146798?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2664555837474146798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2664555837474146798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2664555837474146798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2664555837474146798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/jogao.html' title='JOGÃO!!!'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-5527523480183211324</id><published>2010-01-18T21:53:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T21:58:20.035Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque há Sorrios e Olhares que mais valem estar cá...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Porque há Sorrisos e Olhares que valem tudo, e nos fazem esquecer os problemas... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Porque há pessoas que entram nas nossas vidas, e eu gosto de pensar que nada é por acaso, principalmente essas entradas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1TYbHGguNI/AAAAAAAAANc/NBFXf4Dprag/s1600-h/anime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428201411162716370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 280px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1TYbHGguNI/AAAAAAAAANc/NBFXf4Dprag/s400/anime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não ver você, não tem explicação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É caminhar pela escuridão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ficar a fim e não poder falar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Querer o sim e não se acostumar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com a solidão, o medo de amar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estranho vazio no seu olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tento achar em algum lugar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O amor que você deixou pra trás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem pra cá&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vem pra cá" dos Papas Da Lingua &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-5527523480183211324?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/5527523480183211324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=5527523480183211324' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5527523480183211324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/5527523480183211324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/porque-ha-sorrios-e-olhares-que-mais.html' title='Porque há Sorrios e Olhares que mais valem estar cá...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1TYbHGguNI/AAAAAAAAANc/NBFXf4Dprag/s72-c/anime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-1508591471735879304</id><published>2010-01-18T01:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T01:49:22.218Z</updated><title type='text'>Como me sinto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O-D5yWVKI/AAAAAAAAANU/gVZ2P37Rs4Y/s1600-h/monica5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427890950172464290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O-D5yWVKI/AAAAAAAAANU/gVZ2P37Rs4Y/s400/monica5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O9_qB6gPI/AAAAAAAAANM/NgoNJIPEs1M/s1600-h/maf_irritada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427890877223305458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O9_qB6gPI/AAAAAAAAANM/NgoNJIPEs1M/s400/maf_irritada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O94LBalBI/AAAAAAAAANE/Oyl2lQvGu4g/s1600-h/Irritada-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427890748640629778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 272px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O94LBalBI/AAAAAAAAANE/Oyl2lQvGu4g/s400/Irritada-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O901xaM3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/sA5xycWhrTg/s1600-h/1256142363726_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427890691396744050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O901xaM3I/AAAAAAAAAM8/sA5xycWhrTg/s400/1256142363726_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nem mais... Tudo junto!&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/7695087-1508591471735879304?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/1508591471735879304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=1508591471735879304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1508591471735879304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/1508591471735879304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/como-me-sinto.html' title='Como me sinto...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1O-D5yWVKI/AAAAAAAAANU/gVZ2P37Rs4Y/s72-c/monica5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7972326164399304176</id><published>2010-01-18T00:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:47:47.003Z</updated><title type='text'>Grande Lata</title><content type='html'>E quando eu procurava algo totalmente diferente, e sem nada, exclusivamente nada a ver, eis que me deparo com isto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1OvfUkZDII/AAAAAAAAAM0/gCIoXne1K2k/s1600-h/ATT00019-799755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427874928543730818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1OvfUkZDII/AAAAAAAAAM0/gCIoXne1K2k/s400/ATT00019-799755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdadeira GRANDE LATA... Em forma de Flor de Lótus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7972326164399304176?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7972326164399304176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7972326164399304176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7972326164399304176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7972326164399304176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/grande-lata.html' title='Grande Lata'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S1OvfUkZDII/AAAAAAAAAM0/gCIoXne1K2k/s72-c/ATT00019-799755.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-2865648687345950729</id><published>2010-01-08T05:56:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:01:16.595Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Parece-me que lembrar-me de ir ver coisas da História da Monarquia Portuguesa de madrugada, tem um efeito nada famoso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A avaliar por:&lt;br /&gt;1. quantidade de casamentos e relações incestuosas, mais as infidelidades existentes;&lt;br /&gt;2. quantidades brutas de filhos legítimos, e mais os ilegítimos;&lt;br /&gt;3. quantidades excessivas nos nomes das pessoas, e quando não próprios, de sítios, zonas, países;&lt;br /&gt;4. quantidades absurdas no que toca aos títulos reais;&lt;br /&gt;5. a quantidade de confusões, e dança para a frente e para trás nas subidas aos tronos, porque aquela gente morria cedo, e todos queriam lá sentar o rabo (na cadeira de Rei);&lt;br /&gt;6. os segundos e terceiros casamentos reconhecidos oficialmente, que permitiam que um único Rei, tivesse duas ou três Rainhas consortes;&lt;br /&gt;7. os que foram exilados; os que vieram para cá aproveitar-se do vazio;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-2865648687345950729?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/2865648687345950729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=2865648687345950729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2865648687345950729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/2865648687345950729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/parece-me-que-lembrar-me-de-ir-ver.html' title=''/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-3465920078166103943</id><published>2010-01-08T05:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-08T05:54:55.490Z</updated><title type='text'>Economia...</title><content type='html'>Ah e tal o tempo é de crise, até nas palavras se poupam, se isso significar poupança económica...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então juntando-me aos Srs. do 31, deixo-vos esta preciosidade dos tempos da Monarquia, em que poupança não era por com eles, pelo menos no que toca a palavras. Se não, atentem bem nas 110 palavras usadas para se referirem ao Rei de Portugual no período entre 1580-1640 (período da Dinastia Filipina, Portugal e Espanha eram regidos pelo mesmo Rei - os 3 Filipes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Titulatura Régia: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;«Pela Graça de Deus, Rei de Castela, de Leão, de Aragão, das Duas Sicílias, de Jerusalém, de Portugal, de Navarra, de Granada, de Toledo, de Valência, da Galiza, de Maiorca, de Sevilha, da Sardenha, de Córdova, da Córsega, de Múrcia, de Jáen, dos Algarves, de Algeciras, de Gibraltar, das Ilhas de Canária, das Índias Orientais e Ocidentais, Ilhas e Terra Firme do Mar-Oceano, Conde de Barcelona, Senhor da Biscaia e de Molina, Duque de Atenas e de Neopátria, Conde de Rossilhão e da Cerdanha, Marquês de Oristano e de Gociano, Arquiduque de Áustria, Duque da Borgonha, do Brabante e de Milão, Conde de Habsburgo, da Flandres e do Tirol, etc.»&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: a 110ª palavra é o «etc.» que nos refere que a coisa ainda seria mais longa, mas para que o pessoal não se cansasse muito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nos nomes... então... 11 eram os que constavam na última Rainha de Portugal (no exílio)...&lt;br /&gt;«Augusta Vitória Guilhermina Antónia Matilde Luísa Josefina Maria Isabel de Hohenzollern-Sigmaringen»&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-3465920078166103943?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/3465920078166103943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=3465920078166103943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3465920078166103943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/3465920078166103943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/economia.html' title='Economia...'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-9012096539461536144</id><published>2010-01-07T02:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-07T03:15:06.228Z</updated><title type='text'>No title... 1</title><content type='html'>(...)&lt;br /&gt;Noite de Verão. O bar-discoteca da sua praia favorita.&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite fabulosa, de música, dança, diversão e muita alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Um grupo de amigos, nada pequeno, alguns de sempre, alguns de alguns dias, de ir tanto aquela praia e aquele bar...&lt;br /&gt;O som, a puxar para a dança, às vezes mais batida do que lhe apetecia ouvir, mas na verdade era mais do que altura para esquecer e exorcisar tudo o que tinha passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Verão estava no meio. E era a primeira vez que se sentia verdadeiramente bem, sem problemas, feliz até.&lt;br /&gt;Com aquelas pessoas, com aquele grupo, com aquela companhia.&lt;br /&gt;A noite durou até tarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os primeiros raios de sol bateram-lhe na cara e fizeram com que abrisse os olhos, e aos poucos enquanto voltava à realidade foi-se recordando da noite anterior.&lt;br /&gt;Havia uma parte substancial, da qual não se recordava muito bem...&lt;br /&gt;E de repente, a realidade do momento, o sítio onde estava, como estava, com quem estava, tomou conta da sua cabeça... do seu pensamento...&lt;br /&gt;"Como é que isto chegou a este ponto? Como é que isto aconteceu?..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas duas perguntas não saiam da sua cabeça, e faziam-na rodopiar a toda a velocidade.&lt;br /&gt;Tentou calcular que horas seriam, muito cedo por certo, ainda não havia ninguém na praia.&lt;br /&gt;Olhou para o mar, e viu-o calmo. Tão calmo, como há muito não lhe parecia... Parecia uma verdadeira manta azul, de onde aparentemente vinha uma onda de calma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem se aperceber suspirou, e o movimento desse seu suspiro, trouxe um outro movimento de suspiro em seguida, mas este não era seu. De todo.&lt;br /&gt;Este outro suspiro era mais forte, mais compassado, ainda descansado, ainda afundado num sono quase que profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao observar tudo à sua volta, a calma da praia vazia, a calma do mar que se estendia à sua frente unindo-se ao azul do céu, completamente sem nuvens, e a calma da respiração que estava junto à sua, deixou e sentiu toda essa calma tomar conta de si. E pensou para si que há muito tempo que não sentia o que estava a sentir, e que saudades de tudo aquilo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sol subiu um pouco mais, e a respiração que ouvia, começou a ficar diferente, e um novo suspiro fez-se ouvir, mais profundo, típico de «acordar»... a confusão, e a dúvida rapidamente voltaram... E esforçando-se para se mexer o menos possível até encontrar uma solução, tornou a suspirar.&lt;br /&gt;Este suspiro causou uma nova resposta, um movimento suave, e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... um olhar brincalhão estava a olhar para si, divertido com a confusão que observavam ao acordar.&lt;br /&gt;A sua resposta, foi exactamente essa, um olhar confuso, sem saber o que dizer mais, o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Mas um sorriso rasgou-se à sua frente, e um doce beijo foi-lhe depositado na face, com todo o carinho, seguido de um... «Vamos ao banho?» E foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ali ficou... A olhar. A vê-la a entrar naquele mar calmo e pacífico, com o seu biquini favorito, pela manhã, voltando-se para trás como que a chamá-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pensou... que se dane, não importa como aconteceu. Mas ainda bem que aconteceu, tenho o direito de ser feliz outra vez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-9012096539461536144?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/9012096539461536144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=9012096539461536144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/9012096539461536144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/9012096539461536144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/no-title-1.html' title='No title... 1'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-8061341673433859628</id><published>2010-01-05T21:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T21:39:29.534Z</updated><title type='text'>Wonderwall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Nada na vida é simples.&lt;br /&gt;Nada é assim tão complicado, que não possamos de facto resolver, se assim o quisermos.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes basta um abraço, para resolver tudo, toda a aflição que vai dentro de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Basta um sorriso, para nos acalmar o turbilhão de emoções que nos assaltam e nos invadem a mente.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes um simples gesto, como pedir um sorriso, despentear, pode mudar todo um sentimento de tristeza e melancolia, em algo menos doloroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo do nosso percurso, por vezes escolhemos caminhos sinuosos, e que de tão cheios de espinhos e entraves quase não nos deixa ver a luz, e pensamos ficar totalmente sem luz, sem orientação, perdidos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas a luz está lá, e nós só temos que parar de pensar no que nos angustia, no que nos causa mal estar, e olharmos com atenção, porque mal consigamos centrar no nosso verdadeiro objectivo, ultrapassar aquele mau caminho, vamos conseguir ver a luz e seguindo directos a ela, vamos alcançar o sucesso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S0OujNReNAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ze8irqxkszo/s1600-h/237563.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423370296165807106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S0OujNReNAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ze8irqxkszo/s400/237563.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;«And all the roads we have to walk are winding &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And all the lights that lead us there are blinding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are many things that I'd &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Like to say to you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I don't know how &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Because maybe &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're gonna be the one that saves me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And after all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're my wonderwall »&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;By Oasis - "Wonderwall"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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;- Onde vais?&lt;br /&gt;- A lado nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;- O que tens? Estás aqui, mas a tua cabeça não está...&lt;br /&gt;- Sinto-me sem saber para onde ir... Falta de objectivos, falta de rumo, falta de vontade de continuar...&lt;br /&gt;- Anda cá.&lt;br /&gt;- Que estás a fazer? Para que queres tu o relógio?&lt;br /&gt;- Pronto. Acabou-se o relógio, acabou-se as horas, acabou-se a pressa.&lt;br /&gt;- Han?&lt;br /&gt;- Agora só estamos nós os dois. Eu e Tu. Não importa o tempo que leve, não importa o tempo que necessites. Agora, como antes, e como depois, estou aqui só para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Para te escutar, para de apoiar, para te dar forças, para estar ao teu lado. Para te apoiar e para ser o teu escudo face à tristeza e à melancolia.&lt;br /&gt;- Eu não sei se consigo. Dói demais...&lt;br /&gt;- Vais conseguir. Eu sei que vais conseguir. E eu vou estar aqui contigo, e disso não abro mão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-8061341673433859628?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/8061341673433859628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=8061341673433859628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8061341673433859628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/8061341673433859628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/wonderwall.html' title='Wonderwall'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S0OujNReNAI/AAAAAAAAAMs/ze8irqxkszo/s72-c/237563.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695087.post-7115299864033976797</id><published>2010-01-04T00:30:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:32:43.730Z</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ffff;"&gt;To: You... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S0E2zyomtyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8EaT5XpMc2E/s1600-h/pegadas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422675689724098338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 310px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S0E2zyomtyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8EaT5XpMc2E/s400/pegadas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um amigo é fruto de uma escolha e uma opção de amor. É um tesouro sem preço, um gostar sem distância de alguém presente em nosso caminho, as horas de dúvidas, de alegria, de sofrimento. Grande demais para ser perdido, importante demais para ser esquecido. Um amigo é aquele que te entende, te dá a mão que adoça as tuas lágrimas que te ouve ao telefone. É quem te «ama» sem qualquer medo de uma má interpretação. Amigo é para sempre mesmo que o sempre não exista.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff0000;"&gt;As pessoas entram na nossa vida por acaso, mas não é por acaso que elas permanecem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695087-7115299864033976797?l=rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/feeds/7115299864033976797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7695087&amp;postID=7115299864033976797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7115299864033976797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7695087/posts/default/7115299864033976797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rosasdadra-d.blogspot.com/2010/01/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>Joana (Dra-D)</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00698688012744963939</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/SMRttKBylDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/l2Hi-UXqyEc/S220/zzzz.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ccoEczUi1WQ/S0E2zyomtyI/AAAAAAAAAMk/8EaT5XpMc2E/s72-c/pegadas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
