<?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-4440814602212363839</id><updated>2012-01-09T09:50:49.675-08:00</updated><category term='Ambição'/><category term='Conversas'/><category term='Leituras'/><category term='Filho'/><category term='Carnaval'/><category term='Diversão'/><category term='Desafio'/><category term='Dona de Casa'/><category term='Mãe'/><category term='Cães'/><category term='coisas minhas'/><category term='livros'/><category term='livro'/><category term='Férias'/><category term='Situação embaraçosa'/><category term='filme'/><title type='text'>Diz que diz...</title><subtitle type='html'>com sabor a chocolate...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-6868430312722969386</id><published>2009-04-22T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T16:00:59.147-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Se-hnmSenvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8mKSNoLLSDE/s1600-h/bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327654585867607794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 123px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Se-hnmSenvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8mKSNoLLSDE/s200/bye.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como não consigo dissociar a vida de mulher da de mãe, esposa e profissional.&lt;br /&gt;Como não tenho tempo, nem espaço psicológico para manter dois blogues, deixo este.&lt;br /&gt;Mas continuo aqui: &lt;a href="http://maepietra.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://maepietra.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Beijos para todas as que me seguiam…&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/4440814602212363839-6868430312722969386?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/6868430312722969386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/6868430312722969386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/6868430312722969386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Se-hnmSenvI/AAAAAAAAAN8/8mKSNoLLSDE/s72-c/bye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-3399056299925766728</id><published>2009-04-15T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T03:50:41.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Férias'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coisas minhas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livros'/><title type='text'>Férias da Páscoa</title><content type='html'>Férias mesmo? É não fazer coisa nenhuma… mas como não fazer coisa nenhuma?! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324868220078739570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SeW7bw2PUHI/AAAAAAAAANc/CBu9kumH_OM/s200/Imagem+065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto contemplava este mar imenso que se avistava à minha frente, reflecti sobre mim e sobre os meus, relembrei os sabores e dissabores que a vida já me trouxe, senti-me criança, um espírito jovem e muitas vezes infantil que se vai encurralando num corpo que cresceu e não tarda a envelhecer e eu nem me dou conta disso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Descansei, senti-me bem. Soltei intensas gargalhadas, enquanto fazia a festa (com as minhas parvoíces), deitava os foguetes e apanhava as canas, como nos velhos tempos e dei por mim a pensar que já não ria assim há muito tempo… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentei-me na areia, fiz um buraco fundo, bolinhos que o meu filho fingia comer e desfazia, brinquei com baldes e pá. Comi uma bola com muito creme; saí propositadamente para comprar um gelado, que não largava o meu pensamento; não chorei a ler um livro que me emocionou… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de viver perto do mar… mas não era ir para perto dele, teria de ser ele a vir para perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Só peço o impossível!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4440814602212363839-3399056299925766728?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/3399056299925766728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/04/ferias-da-pascoa.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/3399056299925766728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/3399056299925766728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/04/ferias-da-pascoa.html' title='Férias da Páscoa'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SeW7bw2PUHI/AAAAAAAAANc/CBu9kumH_OM/s72-c/Imagem+065.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-2468485057911292312</id><published>2009-03-31T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:21:01.396-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leituras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafio'/><title type='text'>Desafio: Leituras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SdIIK4vjchI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5K85iKai-OE/s1600-h/Livro+Agatha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319323093001531922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 69px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SdIIK4vjchI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5K85iKai-OE/s200/Livro+Agatha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Respondendo ao desafio da &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/09601589679190913543" rel="nofollow"&gt;Rainha Mãe&lt;/a&gt; aqui fica a 5ª frase da página 161 do livro mais próximo: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mr. Cust sat there a long time".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O livro “ The A. B. C. Murders” de Agatha Christie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Várias pessoas são assassinadas, a letra inicial dos nomes das mesmas coincide com a letra inicial da terra onde moram, as mortes que parecem aleatórias,não o serão…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprometi-me a ler, todos os dias, um pouquinho em Inglês, para não esquecer o pouco que sei. Leio com recurso ao dicionário, LOL, mas hei-de melhorar. Comecei por este livro. Pareceu-me não ser de leitura muito, muito difícil, dentro do difícil que tudo é para mim. Se conhecerem mais literatura inglesa de nível easy, digam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas são as regras do desafio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1º - Pegar no livro mais próximo;&lt;br /&gt;2º - Abrir na página 161;&lt;br /&gt;3º - Procurar a quinta frase completa;&lt;br /&gt;4º - Colocar a frase do blog;&lt;br /&gt;5º - Indicar 5 pessoas para continuarem a tarefa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digam-me o que andam a ler:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Su: &lt;a href="http://glamourinstilettos.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://glamourinstilettos.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joana: &lt;a href="http://rodrigoemais.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://rodrigoemais.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carla: &lt;a href="http://thousandrosesandtwochildren.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://thousandrosesandtwochildren.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nany: &lt;a href="http://o-meu-cantinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://o-meu-cantinho.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://eraumavez-barbara.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Carla:&lt;a href="http://tresemdezembro.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://tresemdezembro.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&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/4440814602212363839-2468485057911292312?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/2468485057911292312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/desafio-leituras.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/2468485057911292312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/2468485057911292312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/desafio-leituras.html' title='Desafio: Leituras'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SdIIK4vjchI/AAAAAAAAAM0/5K85iKai-OE/s72-c/Livro+Agatha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-933478170453495280</id><published>2009-03-28T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T17:41:18.596-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='livro'/><title type='text'>De letra em letra…</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De palavra em palavra, de frase em frase, de parágrafo em parágrafo, de linha em linha… um dia destes, um mês destes, um ano destes, tenho um livro escrito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Sc7Cjg8129I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zqIJ6MjQX2I/s1600-h/angola.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318402125367466962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Sc7Cjg8129I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zqIJ6MjQX2I/s200/angola.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gostava que fosse um Romance Histórico, mas para já não tenho tais pretensões, romance apenas, pois mais seria almejar demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Talvez, digo eu…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Sc7Cjg8129I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zqIJ6MjQX2I/s1600-h/angola.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sim, gosto de História, gosto muito de História… às vezes tenho vontade de transformar as minhas aulas em aulas de História, que não o são. Por isso não posso, nem devo. Mas confesso que sinto um pouquinho de ciúmes daquelas aulas de História &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;meãs&lt;/span&gt; a paredes-meias e que eu sei que saberia transformar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abril de 1943, parece-me bem! É assim que começa…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/4440814602212363839-933478170453495280?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/933478170453495280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-letra-em-letra.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/933478170453495280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/933478170453495280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/de-letra-em-letra.html' title='De letra em letra…'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Sc7Cjg8129I/AAAAAAAAAMM/zqIJ6MjQX2I/s72-c/angola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-1575556678363731112</id><published>2009-03-26T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:17:24.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diversão'/><title type='text'>CIRQUE DU SOLEIL</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SctkJG2476I/AAAAAAAAAME/zuD7d9D1x4s/s1600-h/varekai.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317453892663439266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SctkJG2476I/AAAAAAAAAME/zuD7d9D1x4s/s200/varekai.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Em Maio, estarão em Lisboa – VAREKAI - não queria mesmo perder este espectáculo, onde existe um mundo invulgar, algures numa floresta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sempre com a sensação de privação, por não ter assistido ao espectáculo Quidam.&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/4440814602212363839-1575556678363731112?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/1575556678363731112/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/cirque-du-soleil.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/1575556678363731112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/1575556678363731112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/cirque-du-soleil.html' title='CIRQUE DU SOLEIL'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SctkJG2476I/AAAAAAAAAME/zuD7d9D1x4s/s72-c/varekai.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-6577807653997853179</id><published>2009-03-24T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T09:53:55.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãe'/><title type='text'>Da minha mãe,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SckPyY9AF9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ObC0KsPmX7o/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316798193453766610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SckPyY9AF9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ObC0KsPmX7o/s200/caminho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, está melhor, tem ainda um caminho (possivelmente longo) para percorrer, do qual não poderá desviar-se seguindo por at&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SckPK0LwAhI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3phpnFR_eSg/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;alhos, mas tudo ficará bem, estou certa que sim… pois ela tem força suficiente para seguir pela estrada até bom termo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440814602212363839-6577807653997853179?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/6577807653997853179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-minha-mae.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/6577807653997853179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/6577807653997853179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/da-minha-mae.html' title='Da minha mãe,'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SckPyY9AF9I/AAAAAAAAAL8/ObC0KsPmX7o/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-5943067797723552296</id><published>2009-03-13T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T08:14:54.842-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mãe'/><title type='text'>Ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha mãe foi hospitalizada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Sbp4LfkR6RI/AAAAAAAAALc/avmC3KMh-jQ/s1600-h/lÃ¡grima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312690849284483346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 96px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Sbp4LfkR6RI/AAAAAAAAALc/avmC3KMh-jQ/s200/l%C3%A1grima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chorei, chorei, chorei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e chorei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje sinto-me muito melhor...&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/4440814602212363839-5943067797723552296?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/5943067797723552296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/ontem.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/5943067797723552296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/5943067797723552296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/ontem.html' title='Ontem'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/Sbp4LfkR6RI/AAAAAAAAALc/avmC3KMh-jQ/s72-c/l%C3%A1grima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-5001465060532952861</id><published>2009-03-05T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T03:29:07.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafio'/><title type='text'>Mais um desafio...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A Sara desafiou-me…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tenho de referir 7 coisas e 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogues&lt;/span&gt; que me fazem sorrir…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As 7 coisas que me fazem sorrir:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Saber que dentro de “pouco tempo” estarei de férias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;2. Receber o telefonema de uma amiga com quem já não falava há imenso tempo e colocar toda a conversa em dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3. A rádio que ouço de manhã quando me dirijo à escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;4. Quando os meus alunos correm atrás de mim pela escola fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;5. Quando o meu filho diz “minha mamã” e repete isso muitas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;6. Quando o meu filho me agarra de manhãzinha, na cama, e me beija muito …muito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;7. Um dia de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os 7 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogues&lt;/span&gt; que me fazem sorrir… são todos os que gosto de ler. Por isso os leio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sara: Ao desafio de leitura, responderei mais tarde… não está esquecido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440814602212363839-5001465060532952861?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/5001465060532952861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-um-desafio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/5001465060532952861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/5001465060532952861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/03/mais-um-desafio.html' title='Mais um desafio...'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-591430929917814574</id><published>2009-02-26T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T03:55:38.997-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desafio'/><title type='text'>Desafio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nany&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://omeucoelhinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://o-meu-cantinho.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;) desafiou-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse desafio consiste em:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Linkar&lt;/span&gt; a pessoa que a indicou.&lt;br /&gt;2. Escrever as regras no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;blogue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;3. Contar 6 coisas aleatórias sobre si.&lt;br /&gt;4. Indicar mais 6 pessoas e colocar os &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;links&lt;/span&gt; respectivos no final do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;5. Deixar a pessoa saber que a indicou, deixando um comentário para ela.&lt;br /&gt;6. Deixe os indicados saberem quando vai publicar o seu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;post&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seis coisas sobre mim:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Adoro praia, passei este Inverno a desejá-la…espero ir nas férias da Páscoa.&lt;br /&gt;2. 2007 foi o ano mais feliz e 2008 o pior da minha vida. Até me sinto mais feliz por saber que estamos em 2009.&lt;br /&gt;3. As pessoas atraem-me pelo cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;4. Gosto de fazer compras acompanhada, mas não pelo meu marido.&lt;br /&gt;5. S&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;into&lt;/span&gt;-me muito mais confiante quando me arranjo de forma sofisticada para sair.&lt;br /&gt;6. Gosto muito mais de saias e vestidos do que de calças (sinto-me mais elegante e muito mais feminina), mas incontornavelmente ando mais vezes de calças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As seis pessoas que desafio são:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainha mãe: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://nomeucastelo.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://nomeucastelo.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joana: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://rodrigoemais.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://rodrigoemais.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carla: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://thousandrosesandtwochildren.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://thousandrosesandtwochildren.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Piolha&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://omeupiolhinho.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://omeupiolhinho.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Carla: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tresemdezembro.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://tresemdezembro.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lisa: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gravidezdogil.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://gravidezdogil.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/4440814602212363839-591430929917814574?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/591430929917814574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/desafio.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/591430929917814574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/591430929917814574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/desafio.html' title='Desafio!'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-7304738979812523295</id><published>2009-02-20T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T07:09:46.287-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carnaval'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Filho'/><title type='text'>Melhor que o Carnaval...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o fim-de-semana prolongado, que esperei pacientemente toda a semana, que bom!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Carnaval sempre me passou um bocadinho ao lado, não morro de amores por ele, mas também não desgosto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu filhote, começa a ter um cheirinho especial e mais divertido. O Ano Passado foi o Spider Men, este ano…. Ainda não sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto especialmente do sol que acompanha os dias de Carnaval…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440814602212363839-7304738979812523295?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/7304738979812523295/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/melhor-que-o-carnaval.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/7304738979812523295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/7304738979812523295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/melhor-que-o-carnaval.html' title='Melhor que o Carnaval...'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-5282195666397573837</id><published>2009-02-17T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T08:44:08.321-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leituras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='filme'/><title type='text'>O Estranho Caso de Benjamin Button</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na sexta-feira à noite li, num abrir e fechar de olhos, “O Estranho Caso de Benjamin Button” de Scott Fitzgerald. Um livrinho minúsculo com uma história interessante, mas claro que pouco explorada naquelas escassas páginas.&lt;br /&gt;No sábado à noite, vi o filme, estava acompanhada pelo maridinho, pelos meus lenços de papel e preocupada com a minha aparência à saída do Cinema, olhos inchados e manchas vermelhas na cara, um horror! &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SZroU4lSb1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/hDHnm72PzCE/s1600-h/Benjamin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303806956665990994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 89px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SZroU4lSb1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/hDHnm72PzCE/s200/Benjamin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O filme foi excelente! Em comum com o livro tinha apenas a história de um homem que nasce com 80 anos e vai regredindo na idade. A história é interessantíssima, os actores espectaculares, as imagens excelentes. Um filme que nos faz reflectir sobre a vida e a morte. Digo a todos, vejam! Vale a pena!&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez, fui ver um filme que conseguiu superar o livro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440814602212363839-5282195666397573837?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/5282195666397573837/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-estranho-caso-de-benjamin-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/5282195666397573837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/5282195666397573837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-estranho-caso-de-benjamin-button.html' title='O Estranho Caso de Benjamin Button'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SZroU4lSb1I/AAAAAAAAAK0/hDHnm72PzCE/s72-c/Benjamin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-3213280263685015725</id><published>2009-02-13T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:26:48.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Situação embaraçosa'/><title type='text'>Collants rasgadas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SZWQqOrxB7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6iw8Lixjl5A/s1600-h/collant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302303191469197234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 111px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SZWQqOrxB7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6iw8Lixjl5A/s200/collant.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta semana vi-me envolvida numa situação embaraçosa. Saí do carro e caminhava em direcção à escola quando olhei para as minhas pernas e … collants rasgados. Estava de mini-saia. Entro na sala de professores, deixo a mala e dirijo-me rapidamente a uma loja lá perto (mesmo sem ter a certeza se vendiam collants). Entrava na loja e o toque de entrada a dar, tinha mesmo de ser rápida, tinha 10 minutos para entrar na sala. A sr. da loja demorou uma eternidade para encontrar as collants, quando abriu a caixa verificou que não eram pretas, como eu pedira, mas sim cinzentas. “Pode ser” disse eu, pois não poderia esperar mais uma eternidade até que ela encontrasse as pretas e como a saia até era cinzenta, tudo bem!&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma correria…mas, cheguei a tempo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&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/4440814602212363839-3213280263685015725?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/3213280263685015725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/collants-rasgadas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/3213280263685015725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/3213280263685015725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/collants-rasgadas.html' title='Collants rasgadas...'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SZWQqOrxB7I/AAAAAAAAAKs/6iw8Lixjl5A/s72-c/collant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-8352973550473094145</id><published>2009-02-12T03:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T03:54:07.830-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dona de Casa'/><title type='text'>Vida de Dona de Casa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E quando acordamos com um dia de sol, uma pilha de roupa suja e pensamos:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;" Que bom, ontem à noite deixei a máquina a lavar, vou estender já aquela &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;roupita&lt;/span&gt; e logo estará seca" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Com este Inverno tão chuvoso, não tem sido fácil secar roupa, lá em casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi com uma pilha de nervos que fiquei, após ter aberto a máquina e verificado que a roupa estava seca e... SUJA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh não, esqueci-me de carregar no botão de ordem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas afinal, as máquinas não deviam ler os nossos pensamentos?!&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/4440814602212363839-8352973550473094145?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/8352973550473094145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-de-dona-de-casa.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/8352973550473094145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/8352973550473094145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/vida-de-dona-de-casa.html' title='Vida de Dona de Casa!'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-3129205108099794569</id><published>2009-02-09T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T04:28:50.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leituras'/><title type='text'>Queimada Viva</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300773520496883266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 54px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 85px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SZAhbqQDdkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GEGgwiL6-F4/s200/queimada+viva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em apenas dois tragos de fim-de-semana li este livro, que já frequentava a estante lá de casa à bastante tempo…&lt;br /&gt;Uma mulher que é queimada viva para que a honra da família fique limpa, crimes de honra que são considerados normais naquela aldeia da Cisjordânia, assim como em muitas outras sociedades…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souad teve a oportunidade de falar ao mundo da sua história de humilhação e escravatura, muitas outras compactuam com tudo aquilo e outras não sobreviveram para contar… &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realmente somos o produto de uma sociedade… naquela, amar antes do casamento é sinónimo de morte. Amar depois do casamento, não sei se será possível…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440814602212363839-3129205108099794569?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/3129205108099794569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/queimada-viva.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/3129205108099794569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/3129205108099794569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/queimada-viva.html' title='Queimada Viva'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SZAhbqQDdkI/AAAAAAAAAKc/GEGgwiL6-F4/s72-c/queimada+viva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-2412906673576346079</id><published>2009-02-07T11:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T11:15:55.726-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversas'/><title type='text'>Enquanto esperava no posto médico….</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E, na mesma cadeira, onde há uns meses atrás assisti à conversa rotineira de duas empregadas de limpeza, que falavam das &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;patroas&lt;/span&gt;, escutava, desta vez, o diálogo entre dois idosos, que se sentaram ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Um médico, ainda jovem, dirigiu-se à sala de espera e chamou uma paciente. Dentro deste contexto, ouvi o seguinte do casal de idosos (que talvez nem fossem tão velhos quanto aparentavam).&lt;br /&gt;Idosa: Este rapaz é médico.&lt;br /&gt;Idoso: Não, não pode ser, ainda é muito novo.&lt;br /&gt;Idosa: Olha que é.&lt;br /&gt;Idoso: Não, deve ser Enfermeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Idosa: É médico, já me disseram que é médico.&lt;br /&gt;Idoso: Então só pode ser médico das crianças.&lt;br /&gt;Idosa: Não, parece que também consulta os grandes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;, o que eu me ri silenciosamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440814602212363839-2412906673576346079?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/2412906673576346079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/enquanto-esperava-no-posto-medico.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/2412906673576346079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/2412906673576346079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/enquanto-esperava-no-posto-medico.html' title='Enquanto esperava no posto médico….'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-6615447605864744171</id><published>2009-02-05T03:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T03:12:21.030-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ambição'/><title type='text'>Ambição</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa reunião, em que se falava de dois alunos que só não andavam literalmente a passear os livros, porque nem sequer os traziam …referi-me à falta de ambição dos ditos. Um colega, que pareceu sentir-se chocado com o palavrão, disse que (para ele) “ambição” tinha uma conotação extremamente negativa. Eu deixei claro que não, para mim, ambição era sinónimo de ter objectivos de vida, que teriam que ser alcançados e que até era um vocábulo que se traduzia em positividade. Uma colega apoiou-me dizendo ao colega que ambição não tinha que ser obrigatoriamente sinónimo de ganância.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo: ambição é aspirar a…pretender algo… ter avidez de… Claro que também pode ser cobiça, ganância (mas não no “meu dicionário pessoal”).&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, como poderiam ter evoluído a sociedades, se o homem não fosse ambicioso?&lt;br /&gt;Precisamos é saber dosear essa ambição que, na dosagem certa, poderá ser extremamente positiva… o que dizem?&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/4440814602212363839-6615447605864744171?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/6615447605864744171/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/ambicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/6615447605864744171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/6615447605864744171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/ambicao.html' title='Ambição'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-162760447775044038</id><published>2009-02-02T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T06:06:50.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cães'/><title type='text'>Odeio cães!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esta mensagem serve, sei bem, para criar muitos inimigos e poucos apoiantes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De qualquer forma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se quero passear, pela minha rua a pé, não vou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se quero passear num Jardim Público, sozinha, não vou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo pelo medo, ou melhor, pânico, que o "melhor amigo do homem", provoca no meu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Detesto cães soltos pela rua, mas ainda mais aqueles que vão com os donos ( e que, por sinal são sempre grandes, monstruosos e assustadores), que trazem a coleira na mão e os cães soltos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quantas vezes estacionei o carro e não sai logo até que um cão passasse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quantas vezes passei para o passeio do lado de lá da rua, porque um cão vinha na minha direcção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que vergonha... já me agarrei a uma senhora num parque para me esconder dum cão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia destes à &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;saída&lt;/span&gt; de um Banco, lá me senti perseguida por mais um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Até parece que eles gostam de mim... Ó vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440814602212363839-162760447775044038?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/162760447775044038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/odeio-caes.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/162760447775044038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/162760447775044038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/odeio-caes.html' title='Odeio cães!'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4440814602212363839.post-4005731744829889201</id><published>2009-02-02T05:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T08:59:36.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro Post...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sempre que leio um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;blogue&lt;/span&gt; e me interesso por ele, dou por mim a vasculhar o primeiro post do dito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Este &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blogue&lt;/span&gt; servirá para, essencialmente, me reportar a assuntos polémicos ou não polémicos... da actualidade ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;desactualizados&lt;/span&gt;, para reflectir ou me imergir contra ou a favor de diversas situações... do dia-dia de uma sociedade em mudança, ou não?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4440814602212363839-4005731744829889201?l=dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/feeds/4005731744829889201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/primeira-mensagem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/4005731744829889201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4440814602212363839/posts/default/4005731744829889201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dizquediz-pietra.blogspot.com/2009/02/primeira-mensagem.html' title='O primeiro Post...'/><author><name>Pietra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13181558373885047717</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DqMSz1R0jSo/SSno5xQpbvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/cApyOjHcZok/S220/images1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
