<?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-8219069784383518686</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:44:59.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Ser pequeno ou GRANDE? O que ser na Vida?</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8598538015926408795</id><published>2011-04-30T16:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T16:31:38.814+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem vale a pena acrescentar mais nada...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WBSAVK2xLgU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Descobri este vídeo numa rede social e viu e pensei logo&lt;i&gt; tenho de partilhar isto&lt;/i&gt;! E assim o estou a fazer. Não consigo acrescentar mais nada a isto, simplesmente a senhora invisível já diz tudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-8598538015926408795?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8598538015926408795/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=8598538015926408795' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8598538015926408795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8598538015926408795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/04/nem-vale-pena-acrescentar-mais-nada.html' title='Nem vale a pena acrescentar mais nada...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WBSAVK2xLgU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5398947563693224912</id><published>2011-04-23T14:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T14:21:17.915+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma frase neste dia!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E neste Sábado Santo apenas me apetece dizer o seguinte:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;"Cristo morreu de braços abertos, para que nós não vivamos de braços cruzados!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-5398947563693224912?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5398947563693224912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5398947563693224912' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5398947563693224912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5398947563693224912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/04/uma-frase-neste-dia.html' title='Uma frase neste dia!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-4052759529230608273</id><published>2011-04-01T00:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:12:23.357+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos Nós!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LAIQKn3VKKk" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Bem este anúncio anda na baila pelos intervalos dos programas televisivos!! Gostei dele logo assim que vi! è por ser o anúncio à cerveja nem o incentivo à mesma pois não grande consumidora assídua mas sim pela sua música e letra! Por que mesmo não bebendo cerveja podemos ser tudo aquilo que o anúncio nos diz! Aqui fica a letra!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;LETRA do HINO "SAGRES SOMOS NÓS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nós somos bons amigos, somos anfitriões. Somos desenrascados, somos brincalhões. Nós somos grandes praias, também somos fadistas. Somos os MAIORES, nós somos recordistas. Nós somos frescura, somos muito prazer. Nós somos a cerveja, nós somos bem viver. Somos nós! Somos festivaleiros, somos todos doutores. Também somos bairristas e descobridores. Somos loucos por bola, nós somos a paixão! Somos futebol, nós somos selecção. Nós somos a mini, somos original, nós somos a frescura, nós somos&lt;b&gt; PORTUGAL! SOMOS NÓS!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Campanha Produzida por: BAR&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Participações: Luís Figo, Soraia Chaves, João Manzarra e Rita Andrade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;Hino: Expensive Soul, Tim (Xutos e Pontapés) e Diogo Dias (Klepht)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-4052759529230608273?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4052759529230608273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=4052759529230608273' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4052759529230608273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4052759529230608273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/04/somos-nos.html' title='Somos Nós!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/LAIQKn3VKKk/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1681348576577149607</id><published>2011-03-24T19:22:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-03-24T19:34:00.946Z</updated><title type='text'>A aniversariante!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RkxPLaXj7I/TYucMbB4n0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/dmAZlOHs_3I/s1600/rossio%2B030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RkxPLaXj7I/TYucMbB4n0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/dmAZlOHs_3I/s200/rossio%2B030.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587731499911257922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois é o dia de hoje sempre teve um grande significado para mim.. e mesmo estando longe não posso deixar de falar com ela! Sim essa mesmo, a &lt;a href="http://paineisdeaveiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;menina rosadinha&lt;/a&gt; que agora está para os lados da capital! É verdade faz hoje anos e por isso aqui vai um enorme beijinho para ela aqui da mana! =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-1681348576577149607?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1681348576577149607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1681348576577149607' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1681348576577149607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1681348576577149607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/03/aniversariante.html' title='A aniversariante!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1RkxPLaXj7I/TYucMbB4n0I/AAAAAAAAAXY/dmAZlOHs_3I/s72-c/rossio%2B030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2804637336868361755</id><published>2011-03-22T13:32:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-03-22T14:14:07.499Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma lembrança!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="490" height="240" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/m0PbUQA_L5E" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E aqui fica uma lembrança deste comunicador de excepção! Até sempre! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-2804637336868361755?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2804637336868361755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2804637336868361755' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2804637336868361755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2804637336868361755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/03/uma-lembranca_22.html' title='Uma lembrança!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/m0PbUQA_L5E/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-968745167113592122</id><published>2011-03-09T16:46:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-03-09T16:52:39.329Z</updated><title type='text'>O início da quarentena!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; "&gt;Hoje dia 9 de Março inicia a Quaresma, os quarenta dias até à Páscoa! Por isso aqui fica o Evangelho do dia de hoje!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; " &gt;&lt;i&gt;Naquele tempo, disse Jesus aos seus discípulos: «Tende cuidado em não praticar as vossas boas obras diante dos homens, para serdes vistos por eles. Aliás, não tereis nenhuma recompensa do vosso Pai que está nos Céus. Assim, quando deres esmola, não toques a trombeta diante de ti, como fazem os hipócritas, nas sinagogas e nas ruas, para serem louvados pelos homens. Em verdade vos digo: já receberam a sua recompensa. Quando deres esmola, não saiba a tua mão esquerda o que faz a direita, para que a tua esmola fique em segredo; e teu Pai, que vê o que está oculto, te dará a recompensa. Quando rezardes, não sejais como os hipócritas, porque eles gostam de orar de pé, nas sinagogas e nas esquinas das ruas, para serem vistos pelos homens. Em verdade vos digo: já receberam a sua recompensa. Tu, porém, quando rezares, entra no teu quarto, fecha a porta e ora a teu Pai em segredo; e teu Pai, que vê o que está oculto, te dará a recompensa. Quando jejuardes, não tomeis um ar sombrio, como os hipócritas, que desfiguram o rosto, para mostrarem aos homens que jejuam. Em verdade vos digo: já receberam a sua recompensa. Tu, porém, quando jejuares, perfuma a cabeça e lava o rosto, para que os homens não percebam que jejuas, mas apenas o teu Pai, que está presente em segredo; e teu Pai, que vê o que está oculto, te dará a recompensa».&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Palavra da salvação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-968745167113592122?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/968745167113592122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=968745167113592122' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/968745167113592122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/968745167113592122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-inicio-da-quarentena.html' title='O início da quarentena!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1401979102287252073</id><published>2011-02-25T18:21:00.004Z</published><updated>2011-04-01T00:11:31.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vamos ter ideias?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/kIzhLQpzLro?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;É verdade por muito estranho que vos parece este vídeo foi me mostrado numa aula, imaginem de Sistemas Operativos, tudo bem que estamos numa primeira semana d aulas e que ainda não se está no duro do semestre, mas por favor é uma cadeira em que supostamente estaríamos a falar de Linux, Windows, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas afinal tudo teve uma razão pois o professor quer um trabalho, além de ser de pesquisa e não prático, seja apresentado o mais criativo possível, enfim... vamos ver o que isto vai dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Agora relativamente o vídeo, primeiro o homem parece que não respira, diz apenas o essencial e dispensa qualquer tipo de informação formal.Em segundo com certeza que é licenciado, mas pela sua maneira de falar leva isto tudo com muita criatividade à mistura, E por fim o seu trabalho é apenas criar e vender ideias!!! Qualquer coisa de fantástico por acaso!&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/8219069784383518686-1401979102287252073?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1401979102287252073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1401979102287252073' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1401979102287252073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1401979102287252073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/02/vamos-ter-ideias.html' title='Vamos ter ideias?'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/kIzhLQpzLro/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8412434801468694062</id><published>2011-02-21T13:54:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:02:42.626Z</updated><title type='text'>Sim é viciante..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei porque mas ontem ao adormecer estava com ela na cabeça, hoje acordei com ela no pensamento e acho que a culpada é a minha irmã que me a mostrou... Pois uma música toda alegre e muito bonita... tenho pena de o You&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tube não suportar uma versão em perfeita qualidade desta música, nem de ser possível colocar a música aqui mas ainda vou ver se consigo... mas ficarei a aguardar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Aqui fica a letra:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Conta as estrelas do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Conta as estrelas do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Soma tudo o que Eu já fiz por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Antes do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Antes que houvesse luar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Antes do tempo Eu já esperava por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Ai se soubesses do Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Uma só noite, uma paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;Tu correrias p'ra Mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;E dançarias com a cruz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Coisas da vida ao som da Minha canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Tu, Senhor, sabes bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;O que penso e conheces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Cada palavra antes de eu a dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Tu conheces minh'alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Como a palma dessa Tua mão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Eu não entendo, Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Como sou tanto para Ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Por que Te páras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Quando olhas p'ra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Vês-me quando caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Vês-me quando descanso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Segues atento cada passo que eu der;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Vês-me quando tropeço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;E nem aí me queres condenar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Eu não entendo, Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Como sou tanto para Ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Por que Te páras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Quando olhas p'ra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Se eu fugisse a voar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Sobre as asas da aurora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;E me escondesse lá nos confins do mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Mesmo aí, eu sei bem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Haverias de me encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Eu não entendo, Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Como sou tanto para Ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Por que Te páras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Quando olhas p'ra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Incontáveis, ó Deus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Os mistérios da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Mais numerosos que as areias do mar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;O mistério maior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;É mesmo Tu acreditares em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Eu não entendo, Senhor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Como sou tanto para Ti;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Por que Te páras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;Quando olhas p'ra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="right" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/8219069784383518686-8412434801468694062?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8412434801468694062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=8412434801468694062' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8412434801468694062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8412434801468694062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/02/sim-e-viciante.html' title='Sim é viciante..'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1526547456085694456</id><published>2011-01-22T11:13:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:20:53.369Z</updated><title type='text'>Tens um minuto?</title><content type='html'>Bem isto nem parece normal.. tanto tempo sem vir até cá publicar nada e logo hoje são duas.. É assim não há fome que dê em fartura...&lt;br /&gt;Pois este não podeiria de faltar cá!&lt;br /&gt;Publiquei um vídeo no facebook e ele foi tão apreciado por amigos meus que decidi também partilhá-lo aqui... Disfrutem apenas um minutinho!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-49d4b10b427e0b6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D049d4b10b427e0b6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331547247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A63916F9DE00B105283DAE2BE08C4578C190995.689FF1350990B2E90CFD34C59A2DEA08A039B0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49d4b10b427e0b6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNT2T1gtzXngeeT9NT5lqVWFRmPg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D049d4b10b427e0b6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331547247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A63916F9DE00B105283DAE2BE08C4578C190995.689FF1350990B2E90CFD34C59A2DEA08A039B0C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D49d4b10b427e0b6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DNT2T1gtzXngeeT9NT5lqVWFRmPg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-1526547456085694456?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1526547456085694456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1526547456085694456' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1526547456085694456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1526547456085694456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/01/tens-um-minuto.html' title='Tens um minuto?'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2614664594649959156</id><published>2011-01-22T10:59:00.005Z</published><updated>2011-01-22T11:12:52.079Z</updated><title type='text'>Dedicada ao estudo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é ca estou eu de volta, em plena epoca de exames deu me hoje vontade de vir pra aqui escrever umas coisas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Além de esta época ser de muita ansiedade (porque nunca se sabe quando sai uma nota, pois não há fumo branco para dar o sinal como o papa), também foi de novidades, de encontro de amigos e de questões que se levantaram. Eu quase que me atevia a dizer que este período foi quase vivido como um&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/TTq6uphEaRI/AAAAAAAAAWU/g0ZvvXEnEW4/s1600/keycs.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; mero candidato a assembleia da república entre tanta campanha e tanta viagem, mas já como alguém dizia &lt;em&gt;eles falam falam , mas não dizem nada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/TTq7CFXYPpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LigRkI56sbQ/s1600/keycs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 104px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564965934044036754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/TTq7CFXYPpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LigRkI56sbQ/s200/keycs.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Portanto, desde o inicio do mês de janeiro que a minha vida ainda não parou entre Aveiro e Viseu as viagens, já que não dão pra dormir, têm dado para pensar em muita coisa. Tanto no presente, como projectos a concretizar bem como desejos para o futuro! Mas até lá há Programação para estudar... por isso qualquer coisa perguntem à Programação estarei a apaijoáa-la durante os próximos tempos... &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enfim coisas da vida de um estudante.&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/8219069784383518686-2614664594649959156?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2614664594649959156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2614664594649959156' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2614664594649959156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2614664594649959156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2011/01/dedicada-ao-estudo.html' title='Dedicada ao estudo!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/TTq7CFXYPpI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LigRkI56sbQ/s72-c/keycs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5443507652789379197</id><published>2010-12-26T12:13:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:23:07.986Z</updated><title type='text'>Um brinde a Nós!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bQlSr9YjLc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2bQlSr9YjLc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E porque nesta época melhor do que desejar um bom natal e um bom ano é mostrar a tudo e todos e a nós mesmos que todo ano tivemos uma boa relação com os outros, mesmo com os que não nos damos tão bem e isso é que é um brinde à honra, ao companheirismo, isso é que é seguir os caminhos certo e dizer um basta!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se não nos virmos até 2011, aqui fica a minha mensagem de um excelente ano pra todos e já agora, UM BRINDE A NÓS!&lt;/em&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/8219069784383518686-5443507652789379197?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5443507652789379197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5443507652789379197' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5443507652789379197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5443507652789379197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2010/12/um-brinde-nos.html' title='Um brinde a Nós!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1880338202492727271</id><published>2010-12-09T14:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-12-09T14:46:19.604Z</updated><title type='text'>Eu tb quero esta sorte!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fwWRe6zrLUc?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;Porque hoje acordei a cantá-la, e mesmo de propósito acabou de dar no Natal de Esperança na Sic, há coisas fantásticas não há?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-1880338202492727271?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1880338202492727271/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1880338202492727271' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1880338202492727271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1880338202492727271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-tb-quero-esta-sorte.html' title='Eu tb quero esta sorte!...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-3047611186812615843</id><published>2010-11-30T18:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-11-30T18:25:16.679Z</updated><title type='text'>E mais não digo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Porque uma estrofe pode dizer tanto e tão pouco, o essencial...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A vida passa sempre&lt;br /&gt;Tão apressada&lt;br /&gt;Que pouco podes conter&lt;br /&gt;Os dias são ausentes&lt;br /&gt;Sabem a nada&lt;br /&gt;Se te esqueceres de viver&lt;br /&gt;Agarra o teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Acende os lugares&lt;br /&gt;Onde se escondem os teus sentidos&lt;br /&gt;E não tenhas medo&lt;br /&gt;Se às vezes falhares&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que fica&lt;br /&gt;Entre achados e perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;In Entre Achados e Perdidos, Mafalda Veiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-3047611186812615843?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3047611186812615843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=3047611186812615843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3047611186812615843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3047611186812615843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-mais-nao-digo.html' title='E mais não digo...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8795781699009071892</id><published>2010-11-26T17:55:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-26T17:58:48.214Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma pequena e grande frase, será verdade?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Hoje aqui vos deixo uma frase que li:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Se queres fazer Deus rir, conta-lhe os teus planos"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2 style="font-size: 15px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;in Onde crescem limas não nascem laranjas, Amanda Smyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&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/8219069784383518686-8795781699009071892?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-564538729353500865</id><published>2010-11-24T23:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-24T23:16:56.449Z</updated><title type='text'>E esta, hein?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-17da7c90675de4a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D017da7c90675de4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331547247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D774B5F2B890C3643769EFECC1D8B85FFA8DEBA40.4F610CB7D47A459B668872770C565E70A3DF75AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17da7c90675de4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE7ot02l3J5EQ3wASveQSzS8rvBg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D017da7c90675de4a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331547247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D774B5F2B890C3643769EFECC1D8B85FFA8DEBA40.4F610CB7D47A459B668872770C565E70A3DF75AD%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D17da7c90675de4a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE7ot02l3J5EQ3wASveQSzS8rvBg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Porque mesmo as grandes publicidades podem trazer mensagens mesmo com Ele no pensamento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-564538729353500865?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8859655595255199188</id><published>2010-11-21T19:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-21T19:39:21.691Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma ideia a seguir em Portugal, não?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Drive-in Christian Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header" style="line-height: 1.6; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post-header-line-1"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 546px; position: relative; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Uma igreja no Drive-in , essa igreja existe, é a  &lt;span&gt;Daytona Beach Drive-In Christian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 546px; position: relative; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.De dentro do carro, os membros assistem ao sermão, participam da comunhão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 546px; position: relative; line-height: 1.4; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;No final o celebrante vai a cada carro dar a benção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="post-body entry-content" style="width: 546px; position: relative; line-height: 1.4; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/TOlz07udZ4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/-UtW0BRISW8/s320/church1.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542088169679054722" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/TOl0XVxUTMI/AAAAAAAAAWI/Yjnns7iQ_DE/s320/church004.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542088760785915074" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;Para mais informações sobre esta inovação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.driveinchurch.net/" style="text-decoration: underline; "&gt;http://www.driveinchurch.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-8859655595255199188?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8859655595255199188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=8859655595255199188' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8859655595255199188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8859655595255199188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-ideia-seguir-em-portugal-nao.html' title='Uma ideia a seguir em Portugal, não?'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/TOlz07udZ4I/AAAAAAAAAWA/-UtW0BRISW8/s72-c/church1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2459494824770406700</id><published>2010-11-18T10:06:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-11-18T14:23:51.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma boa iniciativa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Deputados escrevem sobre a Bíblia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A Sociedade Bíblica Portuguesa, que se dedica à edição da Bíblia, pediu e deputados dos vários grupos parlamentares anuiram em escrever sobre o que significam as sagradas escrituras para eles. São os textos que aqui reproduzimos que acompanharam o exemplar de edição especial da Bíblia para Todos entregue ao presidente da Assembleia da República Jaime Gama. Todos os deputados tiveram também direito a um destes exemplares de edição limitada. A Bíblia Para Todos, publicada no ano passado, foi preparada por um conjunto de biblistas católicos e protestantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O resto da notícia &lt;a href="http://www.publico.pt/Sociedade/deputados-escrevem-sobre-a-biblia_1466744"&gt;aqui&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: small; line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;(in publico.pt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-2459494824770406700?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2459494824770406700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2459494824770406700' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2459494824770406700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2459494824770406700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2010/11/uma-boa-iniciativa.html' title='Uma boa iniciativa!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2499283691490793359</id><published>2010-11-17T22:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-17T22:08:09.819Z</updated><title type='text'>Um ano de silêncio...</title><content type='html'>É verdade! É verdade que este blog este praticamente inactivo durante 1 ano. Um ano de silêncio para com os leitores deste blog... &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hoje decidi reabri-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Não me perguntem porquê, ou, qual foi o motivo, só sei dizer que foi &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;hoje&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;b&gt;agora&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. A partir deste momento a fita está cortada, a abertura está feita. Agora aceitam-se sugestões! =) &lt;div&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/8219069784383518686-2499283691490793359?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2499283691490793359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2499283691490793359' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2499283691490793359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2499283691490793359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2010/11/um-ano-de-silencio.html' title='Um ano de 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1568225677182133973</id><published>2009-10-23T19:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T19:36:15.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma vida de gotas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SuH3fZ3tOlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WAE0OQ2XX9U/s1600-h/1202873881M3FC58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 350px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SuH3fZ3tOlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WAE0OQ2XX9U/s400/1202873881M3FC58.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395865947459107410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Harrington;"&gt;O dia de quarta-feira foi de aulas! Levantar mais cedo do que numa simples 4ª feira às 10h45m. Havia uma disciplina para estudar pois o teste intermédio era às 14h. Na primeira aula para começar “bem” o dia o aviso de uma frequência para dia 4 de Novembro foi feito e toca a pôr mãos ao trabalho. A hora de almoço foi de grande agitação, comer em meia hora e ira para a aula e nos últimos 20 minutos de aula lá se teve que fazer o mini-teste para depois uma coisita destas interferir na nota 15%, enfim, um incentivo para continuar, mas também não me posso queixar pois até correu bem! Chega-se a casa e estuda-se marketing e análise de sistemas, disciplinas novas este ano, mas não menos importantes. Depois do tempo de estudo e com o tempo de chuva que estava apeteceu me ir à janela do meu quarto e ver a chuva, observar como cada gota cai no chão é deliciante e pensar a forma como cada um de nós pode também cair assim um dia, mas claro com um sol reluzente logo de seguida. Hoje sinto me assim como uma gota de água que cai no chão e espincha, uma gota pequenina que se junta a outras e formam poças… Afinal a nossa vida é feita de momentos é feita de poças e mais poças que formam um rio que nasce, percorre km e no fim tem sempre uma foz tal como cada um de nós também tem uma foz!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/8219069784383518686-1568225677182133973?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1568225677182133973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1568225677182133973' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1568225677182133973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1568225677182133973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/10/uma-vida-de-gotas.html' title='Uma vida de gotas...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SuH3fZ3tOlI/AAAAAAAAAVo/WAE0OQ2XX9U/s72-c/1202873881M3FC58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-4649390619455070047</id><published>2009-10-19T10:19:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T10:33:54.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há 10 por cento de portugueses que já leram a Bíblia completa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A maior parte dos portugueses já leu a Bíblia - toda ou em partes - mas os católicos não-praticantes e os ateus e agnósticos são os que menos lêem o texto sagrado de judeus e cristãos. As conclusões constam de um estudo encomendado pela Sociedade Bíblica Portuguesa (SBP), editora que se dedica ao estudo e difusão da Bíblia, à Novadir, empresa do grupo Marktest.&lt;br /&gt;Se aquelas três categorias sócio-religiosas estão juntas neste índice de leitura, há mesmo assim uma diferença substancial: são 37 por cento os católicos não-praticantes e 36 por cento os agnósticos que não lêem a Bíblia, enquanto no caso dos que se definem como ateus (10 por cento dos inquiridos) esse número sobe para os 65 por cento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa outra resposta, entre os que nunca leram, apenas 17 por cento dizem que não o irão fazer em nenhuma circunstância. O que pode indiciar algum preconceito contra o texto, nota Alfredo Abreu, responsável da Sociedade Bíblica e da apresentação do estudo, feita ontem em Lisboa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre quem diz que lê a Bíblia (71 por cento dos inquiridos), há 9,7 por cento de pessoas que dizem já ter lido todo o texto. As mulheres (74 por cento) fazem-no mais que os homens (67). E em termos religiosos, os protestantes/evangélicos e as testemunhas de Jeová são os que mais lêem o texto: todos dizem que o fazem. Na categoria dos católicos praticantes, 83 por cento dizem que lêem a Bíblia.&lt;br /&gt;Protestantes/evangélicos e testemunhas de Jeová representam apenas 2,3 por cento da população. Mas são também eles que lideram quando se pergunta quem tem uma Bíblia em casa: 93 por cento dos protestantes e evangélicos, 100 por cento entre as testemunhas de Jeová.&lt;br /&gt;A sondagem identificou 86 por cento da população como católica, metade da qual não-praticante, número que coincide com outros estudos recentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In Público, por António Marujo&lt;br /&gt;Edição do dia 16/10/2009&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/8219069784383518686-4649390619455070047?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4649390619455070047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=4649390619455070047' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4649390619455070047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4649390619455070047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/10/ha-10-por-cento-de-portugueses-que-ja.html' title='Há 10 por cento de portugueses que já leram a Bíblia completa!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8195312913564941070</id><published>2009-10-10T15:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:34:08.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/StCbAaJ0R5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/2Im6i7ffdjo/s1600-h/sonho2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/StCbAaJ0R5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/2Im6i7ffdjo/s400/sonho2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390979185285285778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Se sonhares um pouco é perigoso, a solução não é sonhares menos mas sim sonhares mais".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Marcel Proust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-8195312913564941070?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8195312913564941070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=8195312913564941070' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8195312913564941070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8195312913564941070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/10/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/StCbAaJ0R5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/2Im6i7ffdjo/s72-c/sonho2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-27138186760538194</id><published>2009-10-05T10:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T11:00:19.077+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ir e o voltar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de uma semana agitada e diferente, depois de jantares, de convívios e de se ter matado as saudades das pessoas que não via desde o fim do ano lectivo, estes 3 dias foram diferentes! O fim de semana em família soube bem! Muitas novidades que vêm outras que vão! Enfim... desafios que a vida nos prega e que nós temos que ir à luta! E quando se chega ao final deste fim de semana prolongado é tempo de voltar a fazer as malas para partir para mais uma semana de aulas, além de ser mais curta, mas não menos importante. A todos desejo uma excelente semana com as rotinas habituais e com um sorriso nos lábios, porque esse apesar de tudo não pode falta à festa! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-27138186760538194?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/27138186760538194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=27138186760538194' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/27138186760538194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/27138186760538194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-ir-e-o-voltar.html' title='O ir e o voltar!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-585095022085979527</id><published>2009-09-25T13:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T14:00:49.856+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No outro lado da praxe!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sry-wpsR7VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ync0G_mePF8/s1600-h/DSC02285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sry-wpsR7VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ync0G_mePF8/s400/DSC02285.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385388997462846802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E porque a vida académica se faz destas coisas!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-585095022085979527?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/585095022085979527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=585095022085979527' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/585095022085979527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/585095022085979527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-outro-lado-da-praxe.html' title='No outro lado da praxe!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sry-wpsR7VI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/Ync0G_mePF8/s72-c/DSC02285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-4622499113822048</id><published>2009-09-20T18:50:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:19:37.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O ritmo já começou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E retomando o tempo... Tenho d pôr as castiças novidades em dia... Pois é verdade a semana que passou foi passada na cidade que me acolhe a maior parte do ano! Sim... isso mesmo foi a semana de integração aos novos alunos (ou melhor aos novos caloiros!!!!). Uma semana em que vivi do outro lado! Pois é um ano atrás era eu que estava no lugar deles, com imenso receio do que me iriam fazer e curiosa com o novo mundo que de mim se aproximava. Este ano sou eu que vejo as caras de ansiedade, receio, preocupação e sim algum medo também. O próximo ano lectivo irá ser de grande luta tanto ao nível escolar, como ao nível da vida académica... Novas mudanças se deram esta semana, algo que aspirava um dia fazer, foi me dada a possibilidade em que eu fui à luta.. É verdade esta nova remessa de caloiros vão contar comigo na comissão de praxe! Uns com algum receio outros com vontade de saber do que sou capaz! mas o mais importante é que vou tentra dar o meu melhor em tudo! Quanto aos caloiros... a integração faz parte da praxe, assim como a praxe faz parte da integração!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-4622499113822048?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4622499113822048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=4622499113822048' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4622499113822048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4622499113822048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-ritmo-ja-comecou.html' title='O ritmo já começou...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-7346951660105326080</id><published>2009-09-04T00:45:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T00:54:59.820+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aprende-se</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Depois de algum tempo aprende-se a diferença, a sutil diferença, entre dar a mão e acorrentar uma alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;E aprende-se que amar não significa apoiar-se, que a companhia nem sempre significa segurança, e começa-se a aprender que beijos não são contratos, e que presentes não são promessas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Começa-se a aceitar as derrotas com a cabeça erguida e olhos adiante, com a graça de um adulto e não com a tristeza de uma criança; aprende-se a construir todas as suas estradas no hoje, porque o terreno do amanhã é incerto demais para os planos, e o futuro tem o costume de cair em meio ao vão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#9999CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Que me resta dizer depois de estas tão sábias palavras? E é com isto que se aprende a viver neste mundo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SqBW9Hn2brI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ip31TUk8qYU/s400/P1110885.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377393563098574514" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-7346951660105326080?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7346951660105326080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=7346951660105326080' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7346951660105326080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7346951660105326080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/09/aprende-se.html' title='Aprende-se'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SqBW9Hn2brI/AAAAAAAAAVI/Ip31TUk8qYU/s72-c/P1110885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8416514349757510096</id><published>2009-08-30T21:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:38:37.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma bonita frase!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; line-height: 17px; "&gt;''O trabalho continua, a causa perdura, a esperança ainda vive e o sonho nunca morrerá.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;O senador Edward Kennedy pronunciou essa frase em duas ocasiões. Uma frase que me chamou à atenção e que se pode comprovar na nossa vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-8416514349757510096?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8416514349757510096/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=8416514349757510096' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8416514349757510096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8416514349757510096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-bonita-frase.html' title='Uma bonita frase!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6033762404848309976</id><published>2009-08-28T14:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:04:21.768+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O concerto!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SpfiGHAexJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gawGB7vtDU8/s1600-h/mtgmafalda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SpfiGHAexJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gawGB7vtDU8/s400/mtgmafalda.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375013274878133394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ontem anoite foi passada por Viseu. Sim, a terra que já me trazia saudades recebeu um grande concerto. Foi a primeira vez que vi um concerto dela, mas adorei ouvir e cantar Mafalda Veiga! Com uma noite óptima e sem o típico vento aveirense soube bem desfrutar de toda a melodia entoada... Aqui fica uma letra dela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Meu amor não quero mais palavras rasgadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nem o tempo cheio dos pedaços de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Não me dês sentidos para chegar ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Meu amor... só quero ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Meu amor não quero mais razões p'ra apagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;O que nasce e renasce e nos faz acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;A loucura faz medo se for medo o teu chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mas é ar e é terra dentro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;É ar e é terra dentro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Meu amor não quero mais silêncio escondido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nem a dor do que cai em cada gesto ferido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero janelas abertas e o sol a entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Quero o meu mundo inteiro dentro do teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Eu quero o meu mundo inteiro dentro do teu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;E hoje vê a estrada é feita para seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;E hoje sente a vida é feita de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;E hoje vira do avesso o mundo e vê melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deste lado é mais puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;É teu, é tão maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deste lado é mais puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;É meu, é tão maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Meu amor não quero mais palavras rasgadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Nem o tempo o cheio dos pedaços de nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Não me dês sentidos para chegar ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Meu amor...só quero ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Meu amor não quero mais razões p'ra apagar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;O &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;que nasce e renasce e nos faz acordar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;A loucura faz medo se for medo o teu chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Mas é ar e é terra dentro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;É ar e é terra dentro do coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 20px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(85, 85, 85); font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;E hoje vê a estrada é feita para seguir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;E hoje sente a vida é feita de sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;E hoje vira do avesso o mundo e vê melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deste lado é mais puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;É teu, é tão maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Deste lado é mais puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;É meu, é tão maior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;Foi bom ouvir-te Mafalda, mesmo que não tenhas cantado a música desejada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SpfiGHAexJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/gawGB7vtDU8/s72-c/mtgmafalda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6244092545977881654</id><published>2009-08-23T10:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T10:59:11.932+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um simples porquê!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poeque um simples porquê pode desencadear inumeras coisas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGi5yCTi_AY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CGi5yCTi_AY&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-6244092545977881654?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6244092545977881654/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6244092545977881654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6244092545977881654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5EIB6yFVRPs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Afinal o que é que interessa o que os outros dizem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-899327592641312268?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/899327592641312268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=899327592641312268' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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{}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sn4EMT1zepI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XCteLy8CccE/s1600-h/raul+solnado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sn4EMT1zepI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XCteLy8CccE/s400/raul+solnado.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367732415403096722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa que deixou Portugal hoje de manhã disse uma frase, que me agradou e que não é um simples frase, mas sim uma frase com um alto valor:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;" Existem dois tipos de discurso, o pequeno e o grande. O pequeno é obrigado e o grande é muito obrigado"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Raúl Solnado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma outra foi também muito marcante ao longo da sua vida: "Nós na vida devemos deixar sempre um raio de luz por onde passamos"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Raúl Solnado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Não vale a pena dizer mais nada, somente: Façam favor de ser felizes!&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/8219069784383518686-6494757710845527379?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6494757710845527379/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6494757710845527379' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6494757710845527379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6494757710845527379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/facam-favor-de-ser-felizes.html' title='Façam favor de ser felizes...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sn4EMT1zepI/AAAAAAAAAUg/XCteLy8CccE/s72-c/raul+solnado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-3077066742659134310</id><published>2009-08-06T16:43:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T01:00:25.303+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma música, uma grande letra!..</title><content type='html'>Já à muito tempo que ouvi pela primeira vez esta música, mas nunca tinha reparado na sua letra. É fantástica e a combinação dos dois tipo de vozes que a cantam também... Oiçam e não se vão arrepender!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pgc8hCj1PE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8pgc8hCj1PE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não me resta nada, sinto não ter forças para lutar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É como morrer de sede no meio do mar e afogar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto-me isolado com tanta gente à minha volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vocês não ouvem o grito da minha revolta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Choro a rir, isto é mais forte do que pensei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Por dentro sou um mendigo que aparenta ser um rei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei do que fujo, a esperança pouca me resta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É triste ser tão novo e já achar que a vida não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;presta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As pernas tremem, o tempo passa, sinto cansaço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O vento sopra, ao espelho vejo o fracasso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O dia amanhece, algo me diz para ter cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vagueio sem destino nem sei se estou acordado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;O sorriso escasseia, hoje a tristeza é rainha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não sei se a alma existe mas sei que alguém feriu a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Às vezes penso se algum dia serei feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Chorei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Busquei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não há dia que não pergunte a Deus porque nasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu não pedi, alguém me diga o que faço aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Se dependesse de mim teria ficado onde estava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Onde não pensava, não existia e não chorava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prisioneiro de mim próprio, o meu pior inimigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Às vezes penso que passo tempo demais comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Olho para os lados, não vejo ninguém para me ajudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Um ombro para me apoiar, um sorriso para me animar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quem sou eu? Para onde vou? De onde vim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Alguém me diga porque me sinto assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto que a culpa é minha mas não sei bem por&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;quê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sinto lágrimas nos meus olhos mas ninguém as vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Estou farto de mim, farto daquilo que sou, farto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;daquilo que penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mostrem-me a saída deste abismo imenso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Pergunto-me se algum dia serei feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-3077066742659134310?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3077066742659134310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=3077066742659134310' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3077066742659134310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3077066742659134310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/uma-musica-uma-grande-letra.html' title='Uma música, uma grande letra!..'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6289166235072626970</id><published>2009-08-04T21:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:41:40.825+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E era uma vez um festival!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SniatwUu4nI/AAAAAAAAAUU/NM2lBZhE01s/s1600-h/mtgritajota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SniatwUu4nI/AAAAAAAAAUU/NM2lBZhE01s/s400/mtgritajota.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366209066868597362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já a muito tempo que era pra vir cá actualizar isto porque não tem jeito nenhum depois de um grande acontecimento como o festival jota isto ficar do mesmo modo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois bem foi um grande festival que superou todas as expectativas, em que os dias passavam a correr, em que o cansaço já se começava a sentir, muitas cadeiras foram carregadas, muitas tendas montadas, muitos almoços servidos, muitas entrevistas feitas e muitas fotografias tiradas... enfim em resumo disto tudo o que importou é que muitos sorrisos se soltaram e muitas a amizades foram feitas e outras refeitas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Quanto à equipa de que fazia parte, a de comunicação, nada a dizer foi simplesmente Impecável trabalhar com toda a equipa e da minha parte fiz o meu melhor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Obrigada a todos e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;concerteza&lt;/span&gt; que a letra J nos ficará na memória!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-6289166235072626970?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6289166235072626970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6289166235072626970' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6289166235072626970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6289166235072626970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/08/e-era-uma-vez-um-festival.html' title='E era uma vez um festival!...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SniatwUu4nI/AAAAAAAAAUU/NM2lBZhE01s/s72-c/mtgritajota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-4651258867334807469</id><published>2009-07-22T22:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:44:11.019+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, é o festival!</title><content type='html'>Hoje decidi fazer a seguinte experiência colocar festival jota no google e ver o que aparece não acham fantástico?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SmeGQO3PxkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qr1LI1n-Wnw/s400/Nova+imagem.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 251px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361401494833710658" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É através disto que podemos achar que estamos a ir ao encontro do pretendido!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sim já se ouve falar no festival, pelo menos cá em casa é um assunto diário, não há dia em que não se diga a palavra &lt;b&gt;Festival Jota&lt;/b&gt;! Foi um assunto que contagiou a família toda, uns porque ouvem na rádio outros porque fazem entrevistas e outros que trabalham para o festival e a família rege-se em torno dos horários de trabalho do festival!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só espero que o S.Pedro nos ajude nos problemas meteorológicos &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;e que tudo corra da melhor forma, sim porque depois de tanto de esforço de tanta gente, é necessário que esteja tudo apostos para &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;dar&lt;/span&gt; as boas vindas a... bem acho que já perdi a conta, mas se não me engano mais de 850 jovens participantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pois é, este é o grande motivo porque me vou ausentar durante uns 4 dias, coisa pouco, mas prometo que trago novidades destes dias que passaram!&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/8219069784383518686-4651258867334807469?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4651258867334807469/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=4651258867334807469' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4651258867334807469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4651258867334807469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/07/sim-e-o-festival.html' title='Sim, é o festival!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SmeGQO3PxkI/AAAAAAAAAUM/qr1LI1n-Wnw/s72-c/Nova+imagem.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5510284791973356415</id><published>2009-07-18T00:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T00:39:27.098+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Novidades em dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SmELk7UbnmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NTuBTcJRHk0/s1600-h/Picture+130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SmELk7UbnmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NTuBTcJRHk0/s400/Picture+130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359577760574185058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Após o período de tantos exames, ansiedades e nervosismos chega algo tão esperado, as férias! Sim leram bem &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;ESTOU DE FÉRIAS&lt;/span&gt;, pois é as férias já estão a começar, ou melhor ja começaram e já coisas estão agendadas e novidades já existem por ser contadas... è verdade, já cá canta mais um ano (pois já são 19), os dias vai diminuindo para o festival e a vontade de que tudo corra na perfeição aumenta. Depois destes três dias passarem, os do Festival Jota, começa a praia e talvez o descanso tão preciso... mas por que é que o ser humano tem tanta vontade de estar na preguiça e principalmente de não fazer nenhum e de dormir sempre mais e mais? Por exemplo hoje dei por mim a acordar as 12h35.. mas que bem que soube e a quanto tempo não o fazia... São estes momentos que nos fazem sentir bem dispostos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Bem, agora resta me aproveitar ao máximo as férias porque como se costuma dizer o que é bom acaba depressa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/8219069784383518686-5510284791973356415?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5510284791973356415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5510284791973356415' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5510284791973356415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5510284791973356415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/07/novidades-em-dia.html' title='Novidades em dia...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SmELk7UbnmI/AAAAAAAAAT8/NTuBTcJRHk0/s72-c/Picture+130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-836605808957416443</id><published>2009-07-03T17:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T18:22:46.237+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O dia de hoje é Não.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sk46PQfj8fI/AAAAAAAAATs/7Ca5G7V8WFA/s1600-h/5e6-04-2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 280px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354281040789893618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sk46PQfj8fI/AAAAAAAAATs/7Ca5G7V8WFA/s400/5e6-04-2008+014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hoje era assim que me apetecia estar... sentada num banco de jardim e limitar me simplesmente a contemplar e a pensar na vida que corre...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ás vezes nem sempre é possível mas outras bem que apetece! Pois é acredito que brevemente terei essa possibilidade, sim, a de parar para pensar e reflectir mas no meio de tanta ansiedade, estudo, enfim mil e um obstáculos que nos impedem e por isso nem sempre nos é possível! No entanto vou prometer a mim  mesma que o vou fazer, mais tarde ou mais cedo tenho de arranjar esse tempo. Quando nos perguntam na rua "Então está tudo bem?" nós nem hesitamos em responder "Sim está!", mas muitas vezes na realidade nem é bem assim. Mas fica nos bem e quem nos perguntou até fica bem por nos ver bem também! Hoje diria que Não, não por uma questão de contrariedade, mas sim por uma questão de afirmação e de realidade.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hoje por acaso encontrei uma frase que me deixou a pensar e que aqui partilho: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Cada um de nós vê nos outros aquilo que carregamos no nosso próprio coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;Desconheço o autor mas foi uma frase não me passou despercebida e que concordo, pois os outros são o nosso espelho e na maioria das vezes não pensamos nisso nem lhe damos o valor necessário. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-836605808957416443?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/836605808957416443/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=836605808957416443' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/836605808957416443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/836605808957416443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-dia-de-hoje-e-nao.html' title='O dia de hoje é Não.'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sk46PQfj8fI/AAAAAAAAATs/7Ca5G7V8WFA/s72-c/5e6-04-2008+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-7293379939179891763</id><published>2009-06-20T13:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T14:20:05.359+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Música...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pensavam que tinha desaparecido? É bem mentira, pois cá estou de volta, mas com tantos trabalhos, exames e afins já nem há tempo para vir aqui escrever!&lt;br /&gt;Hoje lá arranjei um tempito e apeteceu me vir cá falar de música!&lt;br /&gt;Sim! Música de tantos e diversos estilos. Temas que nos dão para ouvir de noite, outros de dia e ainda outros que nem nos apetece ouvir! Mas o que é que ela tem de tanto especial que nos dá vontade de a repetir, de a cantarolar e cantar, cantar e cantar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É fantástico este fenómeno a vontade que o ser humano tem até por vezes de conhecer o autor, a letra de uma tal melodia que ouviu por acaso! Outro pormenor é que temos ás vezes ao nosso alcance a televisão, um livro mas não, nós queremos a música e não é uma música qualquer apetece nos ouvir aquela, sim aquela mesmo e não descansamos enquanto não a ouvirmos! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois eu diria que isto não é mais nem menos do que chamar a Música:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6a679741ce5d4c3f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a679741ce5d4c3f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331547247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C1A49D7E7CC74CDF5606DB01A94748B3205A834.12B969373CB775CC7AB8E94518B3410C90DB64B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a679741ce5d4c3f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJLTX_he0vlRtW64aTF5dINZ9QzE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6a679741ce5d4c3f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331547247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5C1A49D7E7CC74CDF5606DB01A94748B3205A834.12B969373CB775CC7AB8E94518B3410C90DB64B8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6a679741ce5d4c3f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJLTX_he0vlRtW64aTF5dINZ9QzE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-7293379939179891763?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=6a679741ce5d4c3f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7293379939179891763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=7293379939179891763' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7293379939179891763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7293379939179891763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/06/musica.html' title='A Música...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-898107431844044779</id><published>2009-05-31T14:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T15:04:12.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim sou! E Tu és?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SiKONcEwy-I/AAAAAAAAATE/qhI921hMcJQ/s1600-h/Ida+ao+Monte+de+Santa+Luzia+388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341988469540441058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SiKONcEwy-I/AAAAAAAAATE/qhI921hMcJQ/s400/Ida+ao+Monte+de+Santa+Luzia+388.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Sou teu amigo, sim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sou teu amigo, sim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando a vida corre mal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e tu ficas só e sentimental,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sou alguém que gosta e é leal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu tens um amigo aqui!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou teu amigo, sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou mais forte nem sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;mais inteligente que tu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;quando estou aqui, não sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas mais ninguém é mais amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que eu e tu,só nós os dois, pá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O tempo vai passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e sem nos modificar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a amizade não vai ter fim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sou teu amigo sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou teu amigo sim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sou teu amigo sim!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-898107431844044779?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/898107431844044779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=898107431844044779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/898107431844044779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/898107431844044779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/sim-sou-e-tu-es.html' title='Sim sou! E Tu és?'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SiKONcEwy-I/AAAAAAAAATE/qhI921hMcJQ/s72-c/Ida+ao+Monte+de+Santa+Luzia+388.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1954254888160823042</id><published>2009-05-23T11:27:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:33:54.281+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E foi a semana que passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/ShfPok88koI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rUF3A4mNM9s/s1600-h/Toshiba_Satellite_A300_Laptop_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 291px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 210px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338964179292033666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/ShfPok88koI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rUF3A4mNM9s/s400/Toshiba_Satellite_A300_Laptop_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem, como o prometido é devido aqui vou eu relatar a minha semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Shbq-yIti_I/AAAAAAAAASs/zJCJYu90v6k/s1600-h/Toshiba_Satellite_A300_Laptop_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como tinha dito aqueles três trabalhos deram muito que falar, ou por outra dois ainda vão dar, porque um deles, quarta arrumo de vez, outro ja foi esta semana e o terceiro, e talvez o mais complicado, deixa-se para o último dia de aulas... Contudo o meu computador lá andou sempre comigo para trás e para a frente, ou melhor eu é que o andei a carregar...&lt;br /&gt;O que vale é que no meio destes trabalho&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SimOnpfabMI/AAAAAAAAATc/CahSgBMYrLU/s1600-h/P6200118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343959244655455426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SimOnpfabMI/AAAAAAAAATc/CahSgBMYrLU/s400/P6200118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s todos sempre deu para a distracção e o divertimento ter o seu tempinho, sim porque depois ditos tudo eu só dizia tirem me daqui!!! E ainda para o ritmo acelerador da semana que passou permanecer faltava um teste para se juntar à festa para quinta-feira!&lt;br /&gt;Isto é um máximo.... E como já eram poucas coisas, recebemos um tão esperado calendario de exames, isso sim foi o momento alto de toda a semana, parece que não chegava tanto stress junto logo tinham de nos relembrar que essa época se aproximava!&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinceramente é daquelas semanas que se chega a Aveiro e o cansaço vem ao de cima... entao depois de uma soneca na viagem é cá uma moleza ui ui...&lt;br /&gt;Agora resta pôr mãos ao trabalho para que os objectivos definidos sejam alcançados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-1954254888160823042?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1954254888160823042/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1954254888160823042' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1954254888160823042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1954254888160823042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-foi-semana-que-passou.html' title='E foi a semana que passou...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/ShfPok88koI/AAAAAAAAAS8/rUF3A4mNM9s/s72-c/Toshiba_Satellite_A300_Laptop_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5726525951341807539</id><published>2009-05-17T10:58:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T11:12:06.747+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Podemos passar a frente??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sg_iEOfKXkI/AAAAAAAAASE/9DNyVf5NYCw/s1600-h/P1290008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336732645693480514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 182px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sg_iEOfKXkI/AAAAAAAAASE/9DNyVf5NYCw/s400/P1290008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bem e de volta a este cantito, desejo-vos uma boa semana.. sim pk a minha vai ser de fugir! Digo-vos tirem me desta semana é que ainda por cima vai demorar, mas demorar a passar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque é que tudo se juntou??? Ou por outra, porque é decidiram juntar tudo é que são logo 3 trabalhos, ai ai... Será que não dava para passarmos estas semanas à frente no calendário, era tudo bem mais fácil!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sg_iPYUdEtI/AAAAAAAAASM/p5NH5oyyRCQ/s1600-h/HPIM3366.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336732837311484626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 129px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sg_iPYUdEtI/AAAAAAAAASM/p5NH5oyyRCQ/s400/HPIM3366.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bem como se costuma dizer tudo se vai resolver.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois eu e o meu computador iremos contar como foi andar uma semana sempre agarrados um ao outro!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-5726525951341807539?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5726525951341807539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5726525951341807539' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5726525951341807539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5726525951341807539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/podemos-passar-frente.html' title='Podemos passar a frente??'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sg_iEOfKXkI/AAAAAAAAASE/9DNyVf5NYCw/s72-c/P1290008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8600374386152915501</id><published>2009-05-09T14:37:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T16:46:52.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque não me apeteceu escrever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, acordei apeteceu me mudar este meu canto e fi-lo, depois pensei "Ora bolas, vou mudar e não vou pôr nada de novo??", pois e o mais interessante era saber o que escrever.. pus me a ver uma galeria de fotos mas a inspiração penso que decidiu ir dar um passeio e eu tenho de me arranjar... Por isso fiquei na mesma! Depois pensei e se colocasse uma ou duas fotos para olhar e pensar e asim fiz! Por isso deixo vos a pensar e a refletir, sim porque com este ritmo de vida que todos temos ás vezes nem tempo para isso temos....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui ficam elas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333819903558419090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SgWI8UeCApI/AAAAAAAAAQc/33SQ8R7BG1I/s400/2581383%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333820125465488626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SgWJJPIzLPI/AAAAAAAAAQk/F02E2gM2aEE/s400/2503242%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SgavuNGyW3I/AAAAAAAAARc/QIYb5U4t12Q/s1600-h/2657609%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334144016993901426" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SgavuNGyW3I/AAAAAAAAARc/QIYb5U4t12Q/s400/2657609%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-8600374386152915501?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8600374386152915501/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=8600374386152915501' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8600374386152915501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8600374386152915501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/porque-nao-me-apeteceu-escrever.html' title='Porque não me apeteceu escrever...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SgWI8UeCApI/AAAAAAAAAQc/33SQ8R7BG1I/s72-c/2581383%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2349365963713675775</id><published>2009-05-03T15:02:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T14:29:16.240+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A semana que passou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sf2odCoFrxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2U4FBXQeytY/s1600-h/praxe+2%C2%AA+semana+316.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331602750751223570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sf2odCoFrxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2U4FBXQeytY/s400/praxe+2%C2%AA+semana+316.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sf2k4rXjyiI/AAAAAAAAAPM/zmAwTKmBG0A/s1600-h/praxe+2%C2%AA+semana+275.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aqui fica o cheirinho desta semana que passou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Desde serenata passando pela Sé com a benção da capa e claro com o tradicional vinho Dão! Pois é assim que por terras de Viriato se vive o espítito académico! O domingo um dia muito atribulado desde manhã cedo até as tantas da noite e o resto da semana, foi vivida com muitos sorrisos gargalhadas e sim não vou negar paciência para aguentar as taxas de alcolémia que já estavam elevadas, mas como alguém diz: Tudo faz parte!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sf2mT2glCwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iMjri22zgTg/s1600-h/fotosdesfileVISEU28-4+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331600393856420610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sf2mT2glCwI/AAAAAAAAAPU/iMjri22zgTg/s400/fotosdesfileVISEU28-4+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outro momento para relembrar foi o cortejo, sim esse foi um dia de muita alegria e orgulho! Além da muita cerveja pelo ar, foi um dia que na minha opinião muitos não vão conseguir esquecer, uns por razões muito boas outros por razões menos boas!! Mas claro com esforço e vontade de todos, o dia correu da melhor maneira! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;E agora começa a nova era em que caloiros viraram pastranos, por isso o espírito vai ser ainda melhor!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-2349365963713675775?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2349365963713675775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2349365963713675775' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2349365963713675775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2349365963713675775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/05/semana-que-passou.html' title='A semana que passou...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sf2odCoFrxI/AAAAAAAAAPk/2U4FBXQeytY/s72-c/praxe+2%C2%AA+semana+316.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-7914422500345240764</id><published>2009-04-21T16:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T17:02:59.836+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sim, é verdade eu dei e não custa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Se3t_hiPVaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FkahBjvAjZU/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327175609838687650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 289px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Se3t_hiPVaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FkahBjvAjZU/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É verdade não é muito habitual vir até aqui e escrever principalmente nos dias de semana, uma vez que o tempo semanal não é muito! Mas hoje tenho uma razão e uma novidade fresquínha para vos dar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Podem não acreditar mas hoje eu, Rita Salomé Neves dei sangue para o Instituto Português do Sangue, sim depois de várias tentativas dei sangue!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cheguei lá e depois de várias perguntas, medições de tensão, peso, altura entre outras coisas ouço a médica a dizer "Olhe está em condições de dar sangue, pode-se sentar na maca!" E eu pensei, &lt;em&gt;não ela não disse isto vou mesmo dar&lt;/em&gt;, tenho de admitir estava toda a tremer.. Primeiro fui comer e depois veio a pior parte la me fui sentar na marquesa e eis que vejo a simpática da agulha e digo &lt;em&gt;"Ai que agulha tão grossa!!"&lt;/em&gt;, mas quem é que me mandou olhar para ela?? Foi logo o que me disseram mas depois de 12 min.30s ( que era suposto ser entre 4 min. a 12 min.) lá a dita cuja foi retirada e a missão de a muito tempo desejada foi cumprida! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na minha opinião é um acto que todos os seres humanos deveriam pelo menos ir ao teste para verificarem se podem ou não dar e também afirmo, à terceira foi de vez!=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-7914422500345240764?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7914422500345240764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=7914422500345240764' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7914422500345240764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7914422500345240764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/sim-e-verdade-eu-dei-e-nao-custa.html' title='Sim, é verdade eu dei e não custa!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Se3t_hiPVaI/AAAAAAAAAO8/FkahBjvAjZU/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5638139769548810972</id><published>2009-04-19T16:17:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T16:34:04.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>FORTES ou fortes?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é! Cá estou de volta! Já algum tempo que não vinha escrever a este meu canto, mas o tempo não tem dado, a vontade também não é muita e então a inspiração, essa acho que decidiu tirar férias, coisa que também já precisava, mas tudo a seu tempo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por isso deixo-vos aqui uma lição e vida recebi num e-mail e que achei fantástica!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;É uma história que não conhecia, mas que tem uma mensagem muito bonita e que transmite muito mais do que pensamos! Fica o filme...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="362" height="294" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-21223d1dbc3be2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0021223d1dbc3be2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331547247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F7C446FB87D7B7FFC235F385A47BF4F1BBEF055.508DFE3BEDD122C7F8D5D45664AC577237D28422%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21223d1dbc3be2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZz2XWqw88NTKxZbaQDwGMd_YhU0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="362" height="294" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0021223d1dbc3be2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331547247%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F7C446FB87D7B7FFC235F385A47BF4F1BBEF055.508DFE3BEDD122C7F8D5D45664AC577237D28422%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D21223d1dbc3be2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZz2XWqw88NTKxZbaQDwGMd_YhU0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E agora pergunto seremos fortes?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-5638139769548810972?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=21223d1dbc3be2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5638139769548810972/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5638139769548810972' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5638139769548810972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5638139769548810972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/04/fortes-ou-fortes.html' title='FORTES ou fortes?'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2417799925645517428</id><published>2009-03-28T10:38:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-03-28T10:55:20.687Z</updated><title type='text'>É o teu dia! Aproveita-o!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sc4BTrGyoOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eJHtESxcjS0/s1600-h/juventude%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318189647471485154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sc4BTrGyoOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eJHtESxcjS0/s400/juventude%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje, dia 28 de Março, é o meu, o teu e o nosso dia! Sim é o Dia Nacional da Juventude. E não penses que a juventude é aquele tempo que passa e nunca mais volta, pelo contrário é aquele tempo que vem quando tem de vir e só vai embora se tu quiseres, pois mais que importante que a idade é o espírito, por isso os teus pais, avós e familiares que penses "estarem fora da validade" podem também estar nesta altura! &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;/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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Porque a juventude é:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ovem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;ida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xigência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ovidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;eimosia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;inamismo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;nergia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-2417799925645517428?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2417799925645517428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2417799925645517428' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2417799925645517428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2417799925645517428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/03/e-o-teu-dia-aproveita-o.html' title='É o teu dia! Aproveita-o!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sc4BTrGyoOI/AAAAAAAAAOs/eJHtESxcjS0/s72-c/juventude%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-211920018002915490</id><published>2009-03-21T15:37:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T15:49:10.433Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras poéticas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;E como hoje é dia de Poesia, não podia deixar de colocá-la aqui!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/ScUK4JnFYcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jBz46jOzBts/s1600-h/palavras14%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315666894949540290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 339px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/ScUK4JnFYcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jBz46jOzBts/s400/palavras14%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Há palavras que nos beijam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como se tivessem boca, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras de amor, de esperança, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De imenso amor, de esperança louca. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras nuas que beijas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando a noite perde o rosto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras que se recusam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos muros do teu desgosto. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De repente coloridas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre palavras sem cor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperadas, inesperadas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como a poesia ou o amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(O nome de quem se ama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Letra a letra revelado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No mármore distraído, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No papel abandonado) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palavras que nos transportam &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aonde a noite é mais forte, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao silêncio dos amantes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abraçados contra a morte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alexandre O'Neill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-211920018002915490?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/211920018002915490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=211920018002915490' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/211920018002915490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/211920018002915490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/03/palavras-poeticas.html' title='Palavras poéticas...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/ScUK4JnFYcI/AAAAAAAAAOU/jBz46jOzBts/s72-c/palavras14%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5873265740225624716</id><published>2009-03-15T14:15:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-15T14:27:32.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Dizem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sb0QJotXPhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0-fztAbjPeo/s1600-h/426725%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313420893099605522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sb0QJotXPhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0-fztAbjPeo/s400/426725%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Dizem que ninguém é insubstituível não é verdade, no coração humano, um amigo é para sempre, INSUBSTITUÍVEL."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-5873265740225624716?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5873265740225624716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5873265740225624716' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5873265740225624716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5873265740225624716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/03/dizem.html' title='Dizem...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Sb0QJotXPhI/AAAAAAAAAOE/0-fztAbjPeo/s72-c/426725%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-3614475861783962821</id><published>2009-02-27T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-02-27T22:03:08.224Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma diferente filosofia de Vida!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzFDpJrdZvM&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SzFDpJrdZvM&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-3614475861783962821?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3614475861783962821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=3614475861783962821' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3614475861783962821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3614475861783962821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/uma-diferente-filosofia-de-vida.html' title='Uma diferente filosofia de Vida!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-3733800113055076219</id><published>2009-02-20T18:21:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-20T18:51:03.566Z</updated><title type='text'>O popas deseja-te um Bom Carnaval!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZ71aoX1A7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1QHawtsYblk/s1600-h/big_bird_costume%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304947248951788466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZ71aoX1A7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1QHawtsYblk/s400/big_bird_costume%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; E como estamos numa época carnavalesca o popas e eu desejamos a todos um excelente carnaval com muita folia, divertimento e animação! Sim porque são nestas épocas que o ser humano pode disfrutar da companhia dos amigos e deixar o stress do dicionário semanal! E para relaxar um bocadinho e como já se sente o cheirinho a carnaval, fica um samba! &lt;div style="WIDTH: 300px"&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5jf9gNgUaQ/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/5jf9gNgUaQ/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 1px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-TOP: 1px; BACKGROUND-COLOR: #e6e6e6"&gt;&lt;div style="PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/E6E6E6/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form style="PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px" action="http://www.imeem.com/embedsearch/" method="post"&gt;&lt;input name="EmbedSearchBox"&gt;&lt;input style="FONT-SIZE: 12px" type="submit" value="Search"&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-TOP: 3px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=0&amp;amp;ek=5jf9gNgUaQ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/152/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=1&amp;amp;ek=5jf9gNgUaQ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/153/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=2&amp;amp;ek=5jf9gNgUaQ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/154/10/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/ads/banneradclick.ashx?ep=3&amp;amp;ek=5jf9gNgUaQ" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.imeem.com/ads/bannerad/155/10/5jf9gNgUaQ/" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/9I8jdhb/playlist/zPOxhSeE/samba_blog_music_playlist/"&gt;samba blog&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/8219069784383518686-3733800113055076219?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3733800113055076219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=3733800113055076219' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3733800113055076219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3733800113055076219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-popas-deseja-te-um-bom-carnaval.html' title='O popas deseja-te um Bom Carnaval!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZ71aoX1A7I/AAAAAAAAAN0/1QHawtsYblk/s72-c/big_bird_costume%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-4545655564999956714</id><published>2009-02-13T11:34:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-02-13T12:00:29.409Z</updated><title type='text'>Apetece me respirar ar puro! Posso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZVcLBmsWjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ttQrAhvyf2Y/s1600-h/how-to-cope-with-irritable-bowel-syndrome-1%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302245480777669170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZVcLBmsWjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ttQrAhvyf2Y/s400/how-to-cope-with-irritable-bowel-syndrome-1%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas quantas e quantas vezes, não nos apetece respirar ar fresco, a vontade da isolação fala mais alto e aí sentimos que a maior parte das vezes não damos valor a momentos que passamos em que dizemos "Não tenho nada para fazer" (além destes momentos serem poucos!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZVcFJnKsYI/AAAAAAAAANI/sk3W3p0tQw0/s1600-h/opl_mar_en_calma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302245379847926146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZVcFJnKsYI/AAAAAAAAANI/sk3W3p0tQw0/s400/opl_mar_en_calma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Muitas das vezes dá-nos vontade de ir ver o mar, de deixar nos invadir pela calma que ele transmite e por vezes a vontade que nos desperta pra o invadirmos... Mas porque é que essa vontade nem sempre está presente nas nossas vidas? Será que nunca conseguiremos atingir um momento de calma que nos possamos sentar e pensar!? Se calhar actualmente já não é assim tão fácil.. pois o stress de todasd as horas e todos os momentos pode mais que tudo e todos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZVb-PXbSwI/AAAAAAAAANA/VUEjrGpkpmo/s1600-h/1326009%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302245261133433602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZVb-PXbSwI/AAAAAAAAANA/VUEjrGpkpmo/s400/1326009%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mas hoje digo-vos apetece me respirar ar puro, esse ar que nos transmite a serenidade que tantas vezes precisamos e não nos apercebemos disso, esse ar que tantas vezes anda poluído não só pelo aspecto ambiental, mas também pelo aspecto interior de cada um! Aproveitem... um ar puro nem sempre se pode alcançar todos os dias!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-4545655564999956714?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4545655564999956714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=4545655564999956714' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4545655564999956714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4545655564999956714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/apetece-me-respirar-ar-puro-posso.html' title='Apetece me respirar ar puro! Posso?'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SZVcLBmsWjI/AAAAAAAAANQ/ttQrAhvyf2Y/s72-c/how-to-cope-with-irritable-bowel-syndrome-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-3145976377091623965</id><published>2009-02-07T12:08:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:17:48.160Z</updated><title type='text'>Entre achados e perdidos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SY17jMQOsmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QNSkEE9yPcg/s1600-h/horizonte.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300028180999877218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SY17jMQOsmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QNSkEE9yPcg/s400/horizonte.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao longe vê-se a ponte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O céu que muda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre o princípio e o fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao fundo vê-se um monte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De casas velhas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De cor entre ocre e carmim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu espero no tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Algum sinal teu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enquanto a saudade aperta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agarro-me ao mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recolho o que é meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A ver se a vida se acerta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Naquilo que prometeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desenho no horizonte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma viagem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que faço sem me mover&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E passo sobre a ponte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para outra margem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde pudesse perder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O peso dos dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dor do caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que fica agarrada à pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se a vida voasse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Para além do destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como a cabeça nos voa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Numa folha de papel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vida passa sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão apressada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que pouco podes conter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dias são ausentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sabem a nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se te esqueceres de viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agarra o teu mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acende os lugares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde se escondem os teus sentidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E não tenhas medoSe às vezes falhares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que importa é o caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que fica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entre achados e perdidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-3145976377091623965?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3145976377091623965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=3145976377091623965' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3145976377091623965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3145976377091623965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/02/entre-achados-e-perdidos.html' title='Entre achados e perdidos!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SY17jMQOsmI/AAAAAAAAAMY/QNSkEE9yPcg/s72-c/horizonte.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2673933133471109391</id><published>2009-01-19T15:32:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-19T16:06:14.722Z</updated><title type='text'>Um e-mail, uma história, uma amizade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje recebi um e-mail que tinha lá uma grande história e não podia deixar de a partilhar! Aqui vai... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SXSj6KfGWwI/AAAAAAAAALk/YgTZ-LdlzKE/s1600-h/Catarina-Paramos%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293035681709710082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 360px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SXSj6KfGWwI/AAAAAAAAALk/YgTZ-LdlzKE/s400/Catarina-Paramos%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Um dia, quando eu era caloiro na escola, vi um miúdo da minha turma a caminhar para casa depois da aula. O nome dele era Kyle. Parecia que estava a carregar os seus livros todos. Eu pensei:&lt;br /&gt;-'Porque é que leva para casa todos os livros numa sexta-feira ?Ele deve ser mesmo um marrão. Como já tinha o meu fim-de-semana planeado (festas e um jogo de futebol com meus amigos no sábado a tarde) encolhi os ombros e segui o meu caminho. Conforme ia caminhando, vi um grupo de miúdos a correr na direcção dele. Eles atropelaram-no, arrancando-lhe todos os livros dos braços e empurraram-no, de tal forma que ele caiu no chão. Os seus óculos voaram, e eu vi-os aterrarem na relva a alguns metros e onde ele estava. Ele ergueu o rosto e eu vi uma terrível tristeza nos seus olhos.O meu coração penalizou-se por ele. Então, corri até ele enquanto ele gatinhava à procura dos óculos, e pude ver lágrimas nos seus olhos. Enquanto lhe entregava os óculos,eu disse: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;-'Aqueles tipos são uns parvos. Eles deviam era arranjar uma vida própria'. Ele olhou para mim e disse: -Ei, obrigado! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Havia um grande sorriso na sua face. Era um daqueles sorrisos que realmente mostram gratidão. Eu ajudei-o a apanhar os livros, e perguntei-lhe onde morava. Por coincidência ele morava perto da minha casa, então eu perguntei como é que nunca o tinha visto antes. Ele respondeu que antes frequentava uma escola particular. Conversámos todo o caminho de volta para casa, e carreguei-lhe os livros. Ele revelou-se um miúdo muito porreiro. Perguntei-lhe se queria jogar futebol no Sábado comigo e com os meus amigos, ele disse que sim. Ficamos juntos todo o fim-de-semana e quanto mais eu conhecia Kyle, mais gostava dele. E os meus amigos pensavam da mesma forma. Chegou a Segunda-Feira, e lá estava o Kyle com aquela quantidade imensa de livros outra vez. Parei-o e disse: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-'Diabos, pá, vais fazer o quê com os livros de novo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele simplesmente riu e entregou-me metade dos livros. Nos quatro anos seguintes Kyle e eu tornámo-nos melhores amigos. Quando nos estávamos a formar começámos a pensar na faculdade. Kyle decidiu ir para Georgetown, e eu ia para a Duke. Eu sabia que seríamos sempre amigos, que a distância nunca seria um problema. Ele seria médico, e eu ia tentar uma bolsá escolar na equipa de futebol. Kyle era o orador oficial da nossa turma. Ele teve que preparar um discurso de formatura. Eu estava super contente por não ser eu a subir ao palanque e discursar. No dia da Formatura eu vi Kyle. Ele estava óptimo. Ele estava mais encorpado e realmente tinha uma boa aparência, mesmo usando óculos. Ele saía com mais miúdas do que eu, e todas as raparigas o adoravam! Às vezes eu até ficava com inveja. Hoje era um desses dias. Eu podia ver o quanto ele estava nervoso por causa do discurso. Então dei-lhe uma palmadinha nas costas e disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Ei, rapaz, vais-te sair bem! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ele olhou para mim com aquele olhar (aquele olhar de gratidão) e sorriu. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-Valeu, disse ele. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando ele subiu ao oratório, limpou a garganta e começou o discurso: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-'A Formatura é uma época para agradecermos aqueles que nos ajudaram durante estes anos duros. Aos pais, aos professores, aos irmãos, talvez até a um treinador. Mas principalmente aos amigos. Eu estou aqui para lhes dizer ser um amigo para alguém é o melhor que se pode dar. Eu vou-lhes contar uma história. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu olhei para o meu amigo sem conseguir acreditar enquanto ele contava a história sobre o primeiro dia em quenos conhecemos. Ele tinha planeado suicidar-se naquele fim-de-semana. Contou a todos como tinha esvaziado o seu armário na escola, para que a mãe não tivesse que fazer isso depois de ele morrer, e estava a levar as suas coisas todas paracasa. Ele olhou directamente no meus olhos e deu-me umpequeno sorriso. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-'Felizmente eu fui salvo. O meu amigo salvou-me de fazer algo inominável'. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eu observava, com um nó na garganta, todos na plateia, enquanto aquele rapaz popular e bonito contava a todos sobre aquele seu momento de fraqueza. E vi a mãe e o pai dele a olharem para mim e a sorrir com aquela mesma gratidão. Até aquele momento eu nunca me tinha apercebido da profundidade do sorriso que ele dirigiu naquele dia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nunca subestimes o poder das tuas acções. Com um pequeno gesto podes mudar a vida de uma pessoa. Para melhor ou para pior. Deus coloca-nos a todos nas vidas uns dos outros para que tenhamos um impacto um sobre o outro de alguma forma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Procura o bem nos outros.&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/8219069784383518686-2673933133471109391?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2673933133471109391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2673933133471109391' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2673933133471109391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2673933133471109391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/01/um-e-mail-uma-histria-uma-amizade.html' title='Um e-mail, uma história, uma amizade...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SXSj6KfGWwI/AAAAAAAAALk/YgTZ-LdlzKE/s72-c/Catarina-Paramos%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-3339111163652557256</id><published>2009-01-17T19:35:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-17T21:02:27.346Z</updated><title type='text'>A altura dos porquês...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SXJG5eIVfEI/AAAAAAAAALM/n6nuGpOdZoo/s1600-h/interrogacao%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292370465268268098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 335px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SXJG5eIVfEI/AAAAAAAAALM/n6nuGpOdZoo/s400/interrogacao%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje apetece-me dizer PORQUÊ! Mas porquê isto ou aquilo! Para mim tudo devia ter razões! Quando somos pequenos temos a tendência em saber o porquê de tudo, mas quando crescemos essa vontade desaparece, mas eu volto a perguntar PORQUÊ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso vos deixo uma canção da Adriana Calcanhoto que nos relembra uma quantidade de perguntas que quando éramos pequenos nos limitavamos a fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é Flamengo&lt;br /&gt;E meu pai Botafogo&lt;br /&gt;O que significa"Impávido colosso"?&lt;br /&gt;Por que os ossos doem&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a gente dorme&lt;br /&gt;Por que os dentes caem&lt;br /&gt;Por onde os filhos saem&lt;br /&gt;Por que os dedos murcham&lt;br /&gt;quando estou no banho&lt;br /&gt;Por que as ruas enchem&lt;br /&gt;quando está chovendo&lt;br /&gt;Quanto é mil trilhõesvezes infinito&lt;br /&gt;Quem é Jesus Cristo&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão meus primos&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well Gabriel...&lt;br /&gt;Por que o fogo queima&lt;br /&gt;Por que a lua é branca&lt;br /&gt;Por que a terra roda&lt;br /&gt;Por que deitar agora&lt;br /&gt;Por que as cobras matam&lt;br /&gt;Por que o vidro embaça&lt;br /&gt;Por que você se pinta&lt;br /&gt;Por que o tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;Por que que a gente espirra&lt;br /&gt;Por que as unhas crescem&lt;br /&gt;Por que o sangue corre&lt;br /&gt;Por que que a gente morre&lt;br /&gt;Do que é feita a nuvem&lt;br /&gt;Do que é feita a neve&lt;br /&gt;Como é que se escreve Reveillon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Letra da música: "Oito Anos" - Adriana Calcanhoto&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/8219069784383518686-3339111163652557256?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3339111163652557256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=3339111163652557256' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3339111163652557256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3339111163652557256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/01/alturas-dos-porqus.html' title='A altura dos porquês...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SXJG5eIVfEI/AAAAAAAAALM/n6nuGpOdZoo/s72-c/interrogacao%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5543548010695148168</id><published>2009-01-11T15:38:00.011Z</published><updated>2009-01-11T16:03:43.189Z</updated><title type='text'>Abraço e/ou sorriso!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SWoVRZU6UYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vE_yUssBAtw/s1600-h/sorriso.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290064100900622722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SWoVRZU6UYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vE_yUssBAtw/s400/sorriso.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Um sorriso... ás vezes vale mais que mil palavras, mais que um olhar, mais que uma palavra é simplesmente uma transmissão de alegrias entre os seres humanos! Porque não haver um dia internacional do sorriso? Existem dias de tudo e de nada.. mas das coisas boas da vida ou das coisas que fazem sentido à vida não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas também para mim o dia do sorriso podiam ser todos, assim era da maneira que toda a gente tinha sempre uma razão para sorrir e que tal se este vírus do sorriso se contagiasse pelo mundo inteiro! Devemos cada vez mais dar valor às coisas que só são importantes pra nós quando não as temos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SWoXMDJdAuI/AAAAAAAAALE/R52gJ79WWcs/s1600-h/abraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290066208070894306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SWoXMDJdAuI/AAAAAAAAALE/R52gJ79WWcs/s400/abraco.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um abraço... acto de troca de carinho entre duas ou mais pessoas, a falta que ele faz em tantos momentos da nossa vida! E porquê é que existe vergonha em pedir um abraço? De acordo o dicionário abraço corresponde ao acto de abraçar e por sua vez este verbo significa :cingir com os braços, dar abraços, circundar, cercar, abranger, conter, compreender, aceitar;admitir, adoptar, consagrar-se. Agora eu pergunto será assim tão difícil dar um abraço? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-5543548010695148168?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5543548010695148168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5543548010695148168' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5543548010695148168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5543548010695148168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/01/abrao-eou-sorriso.html' title='Abraço e/ou sorriso!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SWoVRZU6UYI/AAAAAAAAAK8/vE_yUssBAtw/s72-c/sorriso.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6928908390075227315</id><published>2009-01-01T15:22:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-01T15:55:06.989Z</updated><title type='text'>O novo ano!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SVzmw5lhkdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BSFLrMpskGA/s1600-h/garrafa!.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286353790392439250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SVzmw5lhkdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BSFLrMpskGA/s400/garrafa!.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Estamos em 2009 e a todos desejo um excelente ano com a realização de todos os sonhos desejados! Em todo o mundo, uns mais cedo outros mais tarde, mas entramos todos no mesmo ano, o de 2009!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Espero que este novo ano, se não puder ser melhor que 2008, que seja pelo menos igual! E agora depois das 12 passas comidas e do &lt;em&gt;flute&lt;/em&gt; de &lt;em&gt;champanhe&lt;/em&gt; bebido venha o novo ano!&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/8219069784383518686-6928908390075227315?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6928908390075227315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6928908390075227315' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6928908390075227315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6928908390075227315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2009/01/o-novo-ano.html' title='O novo ano!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SVzmw5lhkdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/BSFLrMpskGA/s72-c/garrafa!.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5319641538331197077</id><published>2008-12-30T12:37:00.006Z</published><updated>2009-01-02T12:07:03.985Z</updated><title type='text'>A pedido de várias famílias...Voltei!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SVoYlDFngPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZDdySZ31wCo/s1600-h/caloirada+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285564137435791602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SVoYlDFngPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZDdySZ31wCo/s400/caloirada+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cá estou eu! A pedido de várias famílias não deixei este meu canto! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Depois de tantas esperas sobre resultados tão ansiosamente aguardados volto a este meu blog! Se vos dissesse todas as novidades que tenho pra vos dar não fazia qulquer sentido ter vindo ca! Assim espero um e-mail ou um telefonema vosso! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O setembro já passou.. e neste mês me fiz uma reles besta.... além disso aceitei um grande desafio, o de ser animadora de um ano de catequese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O outubro depois de tanta praxe, uma integração, um baptismo...fui intitulada pela madrinha como caloira: "Fudodashi" (um dia mais tarde vos explicarei o significado e a razão deste nome)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O novembro já foi diferente pois soube o que eram trabalhos para entregar, os famosos relatorios entre outras coisas... aqui me fiz uma estudante universitária...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O dezembro é o adeus ao primeiro semestre, ao 2008 e o viver do Natal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Por isso com o iventário destes meses vividos vos desejo um excelente 2009 com a realização de todos os sonhos desejados! =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-5319641538331197077?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5319641538331197077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5319641538331197077' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5319641538331197077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5319641538331197077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/12/pedido-de-vrias-famliasvoltei.html' title='A pedido de várias famílias...Voltei!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SVoYlDFngPI/AAAAAAAAAKs/ZDdySZ31wCo/s72-c/caloirada+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2256863271373470715</id><published>2008-09-03T12:00:00.014+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T21:49:26.059+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O regressso..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SMbghubLBQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5JL7d_6_--c/s1600-h/st.+tiago+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244125686121825538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SMbghubLBQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5JL7d_6_--c/s400/st.+tiago+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SMBA-yAAYhI/AAAAAAAAAKU/IuanpuWRV4E/s1600-h/Peregrina%C3%A7%C3%A3o+a+Santiago+de+Compostela+153.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pois é... já há muitos meses que não vinha aqui escrever neste meu cantinho. A pedido de várias famílias aqui estou eu! Depois de muitas preocupações, de testes, de exames, de definições de opções e de uma candidatura tão esperada à universidade, cá estou eu a espera de um resultado como tantos jovens anseiam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;São nestas alturas que eu penso que ser jovem no mundo de hoje não é facilidade nenhuma... e principalmente um jovem cristão. Uma das etapas mais difíceis, que citei pouco, foi a escolha do curso para o futuro! O que precisará Portugal no futuro? Qual é a profissão que tem um futuro garantido? Será que é aquilo que eu gosto? Será que consigo entrar? Pois é, foram muitas perguntas como esta que eu me fiz a mim própria e que concluí que só o futuro responderá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E esse futuro começa já no dia &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;15 de Setembro&lt;/span&gt;, pois nesse dia é que saberei uma parte do meu futuro como estudante... Não é fácil nós sabermos que nossa vida depende de um simples e vulgar concurso nacional que acontece ano após ano e que coloca a ansiedade de jovens como eu à prova! E depois vêm a tão premeditada pergunta: Será que vale a pena tirar um curso superior, quando estamos num país em que o dinheiro é aquilo que mais falta pra todos os ramos e é considerado um bem tão necessário? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mas depois de uma semana completamente diferente de todas as férias deu para eu pensar que a minha vida, além da espera da entrada na universidade, também é feita de amigos, família, sorrisos, palavras amigas e muitas outras coisas que nos fazem sentir bem...por isso tudo nesta vale a pena por nada acontece por acaso!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Para conclusão deste meu desabafo acho que a música que escolhi resume tudo o que citei de uma forma muito clara!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/dZNgQ0623t/aus=false/autoShuffle=true/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/dZNgQ0623t/aus=false/autoShuffle=true/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="340" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/people/9I8jdhb/playlist/BgC-oeGw/mafalda_veiga_music_playlist/"&gt;mafalda veiga&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-2256863271373470715?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2256863271373470715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2256863271373470715' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2256863271373470715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2256863271373470715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-regressso.html' title='O regressso..'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SMbghubLBQI/AAAAAAAAAKc/5JL7d_6_--c/s72-c/st.+tiago+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-4451433364801100054</id><published>2008-05-24T18:03:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T18:26:08.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos de um jovem cristão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SDhKxt1MnCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Wmj4-4Xex64/s1600-h/5e6-04-2008+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203991587403373602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SDhKxt1MnCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Wmj4-4Xex64/s400/5e6-04-2008+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;   Depois de ler a carta, senti realmente que existem muitas perguntas em comum, muitas dúvidas, questões sem resposta. A verdade é que é realmente ser jovem hoje em dia, mas também não sei se ser jovem foi alguma vez fácil. Na realidade, tirando de parte todas as escolhas que nos vermos orçados a fazer todos os dias e tirando também os riscos e perigos a que somos várias vezes sujeitos, ser jovem é uma dádiva que nos foi dada por Deus. Gosto de a encarar como a primeira vez em que nos é dada a oportunidade de mudar o mundo, uma ideia, uma mentalidade, uma pessoa de cada vez. &lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntassem qual a qualidade, a característica que mais sobressai num jovem, penso que responderia a determinação. E a par com ela, escolheria a força de viver. Qual de nós, sim qual de nós, nunca pensou: “&lt;em&gt;Um dia vou mudar o mundo&lt;/em&gt;!”? Pois bem, sei que tenho uma grande vantagem em relação à maioria das pessoas: acredito em Deus, e sei que Ele está sempre comigo. Tenho a certeza de que me acompanha, ampara e apoia ao longo desta caminhada que é a vida, rumo a este projecto tão ambicioso que é mudar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a par destas certezas todas vêm, como não podia deixar de ser, também todas as incertezas. &lt;em&gt;“Será que consigo?”, “Será que a minha esperança e determinação são suficientes para levar os meus projectos a vante?”.&lt;/em&gt; É neste ponto que paro: atinge-se um equilíbrio. Somos jovens e em breves seremos adultos. Nunca encontraremos, por esse mundo fora, tarefa da qual não advenha nenhuma dificuldade. Começa agora, neste estado da vida, mas continuará até ao fim dela. Resta-me, então levar comigo esta força que agora adquirimos. E a par dela, manter também a determinação de nunca deixá-la fugir, mesmo em todas as circunstâncias.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                      Bjinho*&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                         J.R.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-4451433364801100054?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4451433364801100054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=4451433364801100054' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4451433364801100054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4451433364801100054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/05/pensamentos-de-um-jovem-cristo.html' title='Pensamentos de um jovem cristão...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/SDhKxt1MnCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Wmj4-4Xex64/s72-c/5e6-04-2008+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5772175501921263459</id><published>2008-04-19T19:13:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T19:13:51.651+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que andas tu a fazer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4Hcd60VoRM&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E4Hcd60VoRM&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-5772175501921263459?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5772175501921263459/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5772175501921263459' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5772175501921263459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5772175501921263459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-que-andas-tu-fazer.html' title='O que andas tu a fazer?'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-4149459701240901170</id><published>2008-03-17T15:14:00.011Z</published><updated>2008-03-22T15:40:37.042Z</updated><title type='text'>Uma grande história, Um grande dia, Um admirável mundo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R-Un5-9P9bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YKfLdi9B2Vc/s1600-h/xCQEoZ016061-02[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180590823465547186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R-Un5-9P9bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YKfLdi9B2Vc/s400/xCQEoZ016061-02%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R-KsIO9P9ZI/AAAAAAAAAGo/2MIhNXKled4/s1600-h/dmj08+241.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Era uma vez um homem de negócios que tinha um filho. Desejava para ele o melhor, assim que, um dia decidiu enviá-lo em busca do segredo da felicidade e isto somente o mais sábio entre os sábios poderia dar-lhe.&lt;br /&gt;O jovem caminhou durante quarenta dias e quarenta noites atravessando o deserto e, finalmente, chegou a um belíssimo castelo em cima de uma montanha. Ali vivia o sábio, objectivo da sua busca.&lt;br /&gt;Em vez de encontrar um lugar santo, o que o jovem viu assemelhava-se mais a um enorme centro de negócios e actividades diversas. Compradores e vendedores entravam e saíam da sala principal, em lugares distintos viam-se pessoas das mais diversas procedências conversando sobre os mais variados assuntos. Noutro local uma pequena orquestra tocava suaves melodias e inclusivé havia uma mesa cheia das mais preciosas iguarias. O sábio falava com uns e com outros e o jovem impacientava-se esperando sua vez.&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente, o nosso amigo teve a oportunidade de falar com o sábio e de lhe contar o motivo da sua visita e ele responde-lhe que, francamente, não tem tempo para lhe revelar o segredo da felicidade, mas sugere que le dê uma volta pelo palácio e regressar duas horas depois.&lt;br /&gt;- Vou pedir-lhe também um favor - acrescentou o sábio. E imediatamente oferece-lhe uma pequena colher sobre a qual coloca duas gotas de azeite: "Ao longo do seu passeio deve levar consigo esta colher, prestando muita atenção para não derramar seu conteúdo".&lt;br /&gt;O jovem começa a subir e descer escadas, sempre com o olhar fixo na sua colher. Caminha por grandes corredores, entra em diferentes salas, e sempre com o olhar fixo na colher. Ao final das duas horas regressou para junto do sábio e este pergunta-lhe:&lt;br /&gt;- Bem, querido amigo, imagino que tenha visto as tapeçarias da Pérsia que se encontram na sala de jantar. E o que me diz dos valiosos pergaminhos da minha biblioteca e do jardim, o qual levou dez anos para ser criado por nosso Mestre Jardineiro?&lt;br /&gt;O jovem bastante confuso por não ter visto nada de tudo aquilo, responde-lhe que a sua única preocupação estava em conservar as duas gotinhas de azeite.&lt;br /&gt;- Neste caso - responde o sábio - percorra de novo o meu palácio, aprecie e desfrute das suas maravilhas do meu universo, pois está dito que não se deve confiar em ninguém que não se conhece a casa que habita.&lt;br /&gt;Mais confiante, o jovem, sempre com sua colher, começa de novo o seu passeio pelo castelo e desta vez, verdadeiramente, vê os magníficos tapetes, os quadros, os cristais, todas as obras de arte penduradas nas paredes e sobre o chão. Fica maravilhado com o jardim rodeado de montanhas, com a delicadeza das flores, com o refinamento de cada objecto e como tinham sido colocado no lugar adequado com enorme carinho.&lt;br /&gt;De novo na presença o sábio, o jovem conta-lhe detalhadamente tudo o que tinha visto e, finalmente, este lhe pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Mas... onde estão as duas gotas de azeite que lhe confiei?&lt;br /&gt;O jovem dá conta de que as tinha perdido.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois bem, este é o único segredo que lhe posso dar: &lt;strong&gt;o segredo da felicidade consiste em olhar todas as maravilhas do mundo, mas sem jamais se esquecer das duas gotas de azeite.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta foi a história que ontem me foi contada pelo João, a mim e a mais 29 jovens no workshop de Expressão Dramática (TeatroII). Uma história fantástica que nos diz o verdadeiro segredo da felicidade pois só com esse segredo é que podemos perceber o que é um Admirável Mundo Novo e como o podemos alcançar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Bjs para tdoso! =) PaTaTi... PaTaTu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-4149459701240901170?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4149459701240901170/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=4149459701240901170' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4149459701240901170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4149459701240901170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/03/uma-grande-histria-um-grande-dia-uma.html' title='Uma grande história, Um grande dia, Um admirável mundo!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R-Un5-9P9bI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YKfLdi9B2Vc/s72-c/xCQEoZ016061-02%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2062676872835016327</id><published>2008-03-08T15:07:00.019Z</published><updated>2008-03-08T15:41:00.190Z</updated><title type='text'>A Mulher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R9KuKoJpXfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aT4mjYvMjn8/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175390419401924082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R9KuKoJpXfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aT4mjYvMjn8/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma mulher (do latim mulier) é um ser humano do sexo feminino. Esta atinge a fase adulta após percorrer a infância e a adolescência. Na infância, normalmente é denominada em português como menina e na adolescência como "a jovem" ou moça.&lt;br /&gt;O termo mulher é usado para indicar tanto distinções sexuais biológicas, quanto distinções nos papéis sócio-culturais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175390586905648642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R9KuUYJpXgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hvdpckeK5TY/s320/Mulher%25203%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&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/8219069784383518686-2062676872835016327?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2062676872835016327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2062676872835016327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2062676872835016327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2062676872835016327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/03/mulher.html' title='A Mulher...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R9KuKoJpXfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/aT4mjYvMjn8/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1016323350470736213</id><published>2008-02-24T19:33:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-02-27T18:33:31.208Z</updated><title type='text'>Se...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R8WsTMeH4QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dbr0NG0lon4/s1600-h/smile%20menina%20rindo%20redimensionar[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171729192869945602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="234" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R8WsTMeH4QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dbr0NG0lon4/s320/smile%2520menina%2520rindo%2520redimensionar%5B1%5D.jpg" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Um desafio que me propus a fazer.Foi-me proposto pela &lt;a href="http://www.mar-de-desabafos.blogspot.com/"&gt;Marta&lt;/a&gt; e decidi partilhar com todos aquilo em que consistia. Fe-me pensar em "ses" e mais "ses". Acho que consegui cumprir o objectivo previsto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um mês seria... Julho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um dia da semana seria... Sexta-feira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um número seria... 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um planeta seria... Marte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma direcção seria... Oeste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um móvel seria... Cama &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um liquido seria... Sumo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um pecado seria... Gula&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma pedra seria... Rubi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um metal seria... Ouro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma árvore seria... Alecrim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma fruta seria... Morango&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma flor seria... Violeta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um clima seria... Quente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um instrumento musical seria... Bateria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um elemento seria... Fogo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma cor seria... Verde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um animal seria um... Formiga&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um som seria... Telefone a tocar!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma letra de música seria... Renasce em Mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma canção seria... " Meravgliosa Cretaura"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um estilo de musica seria... Gospel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um perfume seria... Hugo Boss Intense&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um sentimento seria... Amor&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um livro seria… Ser como o rio que flui - Paulo Coelho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma comida seria…Pão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um lugar (cidade) seria... Aveiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um gosto seria... After.eight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um cheiro seria…Maresia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma palavra seria... Solidariedade &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um verbo seria… Falar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um objecto seria…Telemóvel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma roupa seria…Meias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma parte do corpo seria… Cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma expressão seria… Alegria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um desenho animado seria… Kim Possible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse um filme seria… The Terminal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse forma seria… Espiral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma estação seria… Verão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se eu fosse uma frase seria… “É preferível a tristeza de quem suporta a iniquidade do que a alegria de quem a comete.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora coloco o desafio a: &lt;a href="http://paineisdeaveiro.blogspot.com/"&gt;Painéis de Aveiro&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://www.aninhasccl.blogspot.com/"&gt;"I belong to you, and you belong to me..." &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/8219069784383518686-1016323350470736213?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1016323350470736213/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1016323350470736213' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1016323350470736213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1016323350470736213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/02/se.html' title='Se...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R8WsTMeH4QI/AAAAAAAAAGA/dbr0NG0lon4/s72-c/smile%2520menina%2520rindo%2520redimensionar%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6875711416917372163</id><published>2008-02-23T19:32:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T19:26:44.952Z</updated><title type='text'>O significado de um Amigo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R8B1qseH4OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NEdvwE2mwZY/s1600-h/bebes059[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170261748573790434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R8B1qseH4OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NEdvwE2mwZY/s320/bebes059%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo é um bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um tesouro k se tem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São as vozes das estrelas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nos levam aqui e mais além&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São momentos bons e maus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nesta estrada percorrida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Digo&lt;/span&gt; mais, não vos trocava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por nada desta vida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E, talvez um dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegue a hora do adeus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixar-vos-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ei&lt;/span&gt; com pena&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amigos meus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, mesmo longe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vós estais perto, ao pé de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois entre amigos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Entre amigos é assim.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um amigo é um irmão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nosso pensamento, nossa mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu, amigo, que estás aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ra&lt;/span&gt; ti canto esta canção&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tempo passa neste momento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E já estamos de partida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Digo&lt;/span&gt; mais, não te trocava&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por nada desta vida... &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/8219069784383518686-6875711416917372163?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6875711416917372163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6875711416917372163' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6875711416917372163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6875711416917372163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-sgnificado-de-um-amigo.html' title='O significado de um Amigo...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R8B1qseH4OI/AAAAAAAAAFw/NEdvwE2mwZY/s72-c/bebes059%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1511721736788628106</id><published>2008-02-04T14:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-04T21:33:38.280Z</updated><title type='text'>O Final e o Começo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R6cnDJyKyeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oueFSIzfmCU/s1600-h/2-02-2008+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163138432922995170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R6cnDJyKyeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oueFSIzfmCU/s320/2-02-2008+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O grupo que foi até ao final!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Aqui está o produto final de uma grande caminhada! É verdade o dia 2/02/2008 não será mais esquecido! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Este dia desde a luz da manhã foi agitado, pois implicou muito esforço e dedicação em cada uma das etapas que o constituiam... As 18h já os nervos vinham a flor da pele, o medo alguma coisa correr mal estava presente. Passado uns minutos lá estavamos nós a rezar, para que tudo corresse bem, ou seja que não existisse qualquer falha! O dia estava com um pouco de frio, mas tudo se suportava por uma grande causa. Chegou finalmente a cerimónia! Inquietos que estavamos por saber que algo se ia passar, mas sabíamos o que era. Mas não existem palavras para descrever o tão especial que foi momento em que nos chamarão pelos nomes e que nos ungiram. No final desta cerimónia fomos felicitados e ainda bem e bom saber que fomos para além das espectativas esperadas, pois afinal somos um grupo que assumiu as responsabilidades até ao final e que se esforçou para que tudo saísse perfeito e saíu mesmo. Como podemos ver na foto estamos os 14, pois todos acabámos e iniciámos uma nova caminhada &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Foi bonito, não há dúvida, mas não chegámos ao fim, pois a vida continua. Uma vida especial, diferente. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem Espírito de Amor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ilumina a minha vida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vem encher de calor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esta alma Sofrida!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(Gostaria de vos dizer uma coisa, queria ter pelo menos 14 comentários neste post, acho que não é pedir muito!! bjs pra tdos*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-1511721736788628106?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1511721736788628106/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1511721736788628106' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1511721736788628106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1511721736788628106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-final-e-o-comeo.html' title='O Final e o Começo...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R6cnDJyKyeI/AAAAAAAAAFk/oueFSIzfmCU/s72-c/2-02-2008+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-4972155141743637545</id><published>2008-01-13T18:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-13T19:09:51.385Z</updated><title type='text'>Os pensamentos de hoje!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aqui vos deixo uma canção do musical de Filipe La Féria Jesus Cristo Super Star. Música esta que é o início do musical. Decidi colocar esta canção, porque apesar de ser cantada por Judas, faz parte dos nossos pensamentos e das nossas dúvidas nos dias de hoje. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas Ele foi, é e será sempre o Deus!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155037805518430690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R4pfklGioeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dNr8jVLgeZY/s320/s320x240%5B1%5D.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canção de Judas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora tudo é claro&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente percebi que a tua loucura é mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Tu não és Deus&lt;br /&gt;És apenas um homem&lt;br /&gt;Arrastando o teu povo para a morte, Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Tu já não acreditas na força da razão&lt;br /&gt;Tu só acreditas na tua ambição&lt;br /&gt;P’ra eles és um líder&lt;br /&gt;Um mito salvador&lt;br /&gt;Mas para mim não passas de pobre impostor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ouve Jesus, por ti tudo abandonei&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o homem que eu mais amei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não podes aos outros e a ti próprio mentir&lt;br /&gt;Vais-te queimar no teu fogo&lt;br /&gt;O teu jogo é fácil descobrir&lt;br /&gt;E da cruz não poderás fugir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tu és Jesus, o proscrito plebeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tu és um homem, tu não és Deus&lt;br /&gt;Mas acredita o meu amor por ti não morreu&lt;br /&gt;Sonhamos a revolução&lt;br /&gt;Mas serás tu e não eu, que dará o beijo da traição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Cristo Nazareno&lt;br /&gt;Bebe o cálice do veneno&lt;br /&gt;Da tua louca ambição&lt;br /&gt;De seres Deus&lt;br /&gt;Miserável carpinteiro&lt;br /&gt;Olha para ti primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Vê a tua condição&lt;br /&gt;Tu não és Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vê Jesus o teu povo a morrer&lt;br /&gt;As tuas palavras fazem-no enlouquecer&lt;br /&gt;Não temos pátria&lt;br /&gt;E a nossa raça é uma raça maldita&lt;br /&gt;Oprimidos pelos homens&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidos por Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu, Rei dos Judeus?&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu, Rei dos Judeus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouve Jesus, os que te seguem são cegos&lt;br /&gt;Não há vida para além da Cruz&lt;br /&gt;Só sangue, dor e corpos a apodrecer&lt;br /&gt;Ardemos na tua Cruz&lt;br /&gt;E tu só falas do Céu&lt;br /&gt;Mas na terra temos que viver&lt;br /&gt;Mas na terra quero viver                                                                                                                       Jesus, tu és um homem&lt;br /&gt;Tu não és Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Nazareno&lt;br /&gt;E eu, o judeu. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-4972155141743637545?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/4972155141743637545/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=4972155141743637545' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4972155141743637545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/4972155141743637545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2008/01/os-pensamentos-de-hoje.html' title='Os pensamentos de hoje!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R4pfklGioeI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dNr8jVLgeZY/s72-c/s320x240%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1715730030095391019</id><published>2007-12-09T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-09T19:08:18.322Z</updated><title type='text'>Luz na escuridão!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R1w9EqohCDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nz_QQgmpW7k/s1600-h/olho_azul[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142052024923260978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R1w9EqohCDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nz_QQgmpW7k/s320/olho_azul%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, um menino de 3 anos estava na oficina do pai, vendo-o fazer arreios e selas. Quando crescesse, queria ser igual ao pai. Tentando imitá-lo, tomou um instrumento pontudo e começou a bater numa tira de couro. O instrumento escapou da pequena mão, atingindo-lhe o olho esquerdo. Logo mais, uma infecção atingiu o olho direito e o menino ficou totalmente cego. Com o passar do tempo, embora se esforçasse para se lembrar, as imagens foram gradualmente desaparecendo e ele não se lembrava mais das cores. Aprendeu a ajudar o pai na oficina, trazendo ferramentas e peças de couro. Ia para a escola e todos se admiravam da sua memória. De verdade, ele não estava feliz com seus estudos. Queria ler livros. Escrever cartas, como os seus colegas. Um dia, ouviu falar de uma escola para cegos. Aos dez anos, Louis chegou a Paris, levado pelo pai e matriculou-se no instituto nacional para crianças cegas. Ali havia livros com letras grandes em relevo. Os estudantes sentiam, pelo tacto, as formas das letras e aprendiam as palavras e frases. Logo o jovem Louis descobriu que era um método limitado. As letras eram muito grandes. Uma história curta enchia muitas páginas. O processo de leitura era muito demorado. A impressão de tais volumes era muito cara. Em pouco tempo o menino tinha lido tudo que havia na biblioteca. Queria mais. Como adorava música, tornou-se estudante de piano e violoncelo. O amor à música aguçou seu desejo pela leitura. Queria ler também notas musicais. Passava noites acordado, pensando em como resolver o problema.&lt;br /&gt;Ouviu falar de um capitão do exército que tinha desenvolvido um método para ler mensagens no escuro. A escrita nocturna consistia em conjuntos de pontos e traços em relevo no papel. Os soldados podiam, correndo os dedos sobre os códigos, ler sem precisar de luz. Ora, se os soldados podiam, os cegos também podiam, pensou o garoto.&lt;br /&gt;Procurou o capitão Barbier que lhe mostrou como funcionava o método. Fez uma série de furinhos numa folha de papel, com um furador muito semelhante ao que cegara o pequeno. Noite após noite e dia após dia, Louis trabalhou no sistema de Barbier, fazendo adaptações e aperfeiçoando-o. Suportou muita resistência. Os donos do instituto tinham gasto uma fortuna na impressão dos livros com as letras em relevo. Não queriam que tudo fosse por água abaixo.&lt;br /&gt;Com persistência, Louis Braille foi mostrando seu método. Os meninos do instituto interessavam-se. À noite, às escondidas, iam ao seu quarto, para aprender. Finalmente, aos 20 anos de idade, Louis chegou a um alfabeto legível com combinações variadas de um a seis pontos. O método Braille estava pronto. O sistema permitia também ler e escrever música.&lt;br /&gt;A idéia acabou por encontrar aceitação. Semanas antes de morrer, no leito do hospital, Louis disse a um amigo: "Tenho certeza de que minha missão na Terra terminou." Dois dias depois de completar 43 anos, Louis Braille faleceu. Nos anos seguintes à sua morte, o método espalhou-se por vários países. Finalmente, foi aceite como o método oficial de leitura e escrita para aqueles que são cegos.&lt;br /&gt;Assim, os livros puderam fazer parte da vida dos cegos. Tudo graças a um menino imerso em trevas, que dedicou sua vida a fazer luz para enriquecer a sua e a vida de todos os que se encontram privados da visão física!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-1715730030095391019?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1715730030095391019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1715730030095391019' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1715730030095391019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1715730030095391019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/12/luz-na-escurido.html' title='Luz na escuridão!...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R1w9EqohCDI/AAAAAAAAAEs/nz_QQgmpW7k/s72-c/olho_azul%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1734517992515757159</id><published>2007-11-20T14:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-20T14:53:48.777Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa sorte...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R0L0jS3D51I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-zEhq_kUgQo/s1600-h/trevo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134935412351166290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R0L0jS3D51I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-zEhq_kUgQo/s320/trevo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tem mais jeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou, boa sorte&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenho o que dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São só palavras&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E o que eu sinto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não mudará&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É demais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É pesado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há paz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irreais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectativas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desleais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That's it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is no way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;t's over,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Good luck&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've nothing left to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's only words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And what l feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar (Everything you want to give me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É demais (It too much)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É pesado (It's heavy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há paz (There is no peace)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim (All you want from me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irreais (Isn't real)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectativas (Expectations)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desleais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo, se segure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero que se cure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dessa pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que o aconselha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um desencontro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Veja por esse ponto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há tantas pessoas especiais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now even if you hold yourself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to get cured&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From this person&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who poisoned you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is a disconnection&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See through this point of view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are so many special people in the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So many special people in the world in the world, in the world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All you wantAll you want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que quer me dar (Everything you want to give me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É demais (It too much)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;É pesado (It's heavy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não há paz (There is no peace)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tudo o que quer de mim (All you want from me)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irreais (Isn't real)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Expectativas (Expectations)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desleais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now we're &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling (Falling) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling (Falling) into the night (into the night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um bom encontro é de dois&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now we're&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling (Falling) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falling (Falling) into the night (into the night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vanessa da Mata&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/8219069784383518686-1734517992515757159?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1734517992515757159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1734517992515757159' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1734517992515757159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1734517992515757159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/11/boa-sorte.html' title='Boa sorte...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/R0L0jS3D51I/AAAAAAAAAEk/-zEhq_kUgQo/s72-c/trevo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-527976196293320215</id><published>2007-11-06T20:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:52:30.463Z</updated><title type='text'>Avisos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RzDT3By8OmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sEbsLAnrwNg/s1600-h/escrever[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129832917903358562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RzDT3By8OmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sEbsLAnrwNg/s320/escrever%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;      Avisos:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faltam 2 dias para o meu tão esperado teste de Matemática!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faltam 55 dias para acabar o ano.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faltam 5 dias para o dia de S. Martinho, por isso 4 dias para o Magusto, o que significa que existe trabalho pra fazer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faltam 4 dias para acabar semana!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;      Por isso é melhor apontar as datas que acha importantes e rezar para que as minhas passem depressa! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-527976196293320215?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/527976196293320215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=527976196293320215' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/527976196293320215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/527976196293320215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/11/avisos.html' title='Avisos'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RzDT3By8OmI/AAAAAAAAAEc/sEbsLAnrwNg/s72-c/escrever%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5603572100275252297</id><published>2007-10-18T19:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T15:30:40.449+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Data lembrada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rxi_ane5PqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/icP3Pra6qV4/s1600-h/392px-Mother_Teresa[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123055040130006690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rxi_ane5PqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/icP3Pra6qV4/s320/392px-Mother_Teresa%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hoje faz 4 anos que o Papa João PauloII beatificou Madre Teresa de Calcutá! Data que nem todos conhecem, e por isso porque não lembrá-la? Um belo exemplo de entrega aos outros, que todos nós devíamos seguir! Ela foi capaz, porque não nós também o fazermos? Fica a pergunta no ar! E que bendita seja a Beata Madre Teresa de Calcutá!&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/8219069784383518686-5603572100275252297?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5603572100275252297/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5603572100275252297' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5603572100275252297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5603572100275252297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/10/data-lembrada.html' title='Data lembrada!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rxi_ane5PqI/AAAAAAAAAEU/icP3Pra6qV4/s72-c/392px-Mother_Teresa%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-7002431585092117977</id><published>2007-10-13T14:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-13T15:00:34.271+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ler e reler!  =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RxDPWHe5PoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5XlTlmiF3yE/s1600-h/images[13].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120820755192954498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RxDPWHe5PoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5XlTlmiF3yE/s320/images%5B13%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;     Não confundas o amor com o delírio da posse, que acarreta os piores sofrimentos. Porque, contrariamente à opinião comum, o amor não faz sofrer. O instinto de propriedade, que é o contrário do amor, esse é que faz sofrer. (...) Eu sei assim reconhecer aquele que ama verdadeiramente: é que ele não pode ser prejudicado. O amor verdadeiro começa lá onde não se espera mais nada em troca. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, in 'Cidadela')&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/8219069784383518686-7002431585092117977?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7002431585092117977/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=7002431585092117977' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7002431585092117977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7002431585092117977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/10/ler-e-reler.html' title='Ler e reler!  =)'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RxDPWHe5PoI/AAAAAAAAAEA/5XlTlmiF3yE/s72-c/images%5B13%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-7362907073031107124</id><published>2007-09-29T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T17:19:38.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais que mil palavras...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rv56qNYax8I/AAAAAAAAADo/K7uKU-Uf5RE/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115661092304635842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rv56qNYax8I/AAAAAAAAADo/K7uKU-Uf5RE/s320/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rv56edYax7I/AAAAAAAAADg/02fR79YIt4Q/s1600-h/maos22[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115660890441172914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rv56edYax7I/AAAAAAAAADg/02fR79YIt4Q/s320/maos22%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Simplesmente hoje... não tive nem paciência, nem disponiblidade, nem inspiração para escrever qualquer coisa, por isso fica pelo pensamento de cada um, pois esse &lt;strong&gt;vale mais que mil palavras! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8219069784383518686-7362907073031107124?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7362907073031107124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=7362907073031107124' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7362907073031107124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7362907073031107124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/09/mais-que-mil-palavras.html' title='Mais que mil palavras...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rv56qNYax8I/AAAAAAAAADo/K7uKU-Uf5RE/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-164177281622189021</id><published>2007-09-11T10:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T15:28:16.082Z</updated><title type='text'>Semear a felicidade!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuZny0wT3pI/AAAAAAAAADY/NwL1kN-mEnA/s1600-h/ventodolente[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108884950150798994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuZny0wT3pI/AAAAAAAAADY/NwL1kN-mEnA/s320/ventodolente%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Semeia um pensamento e colherás um desejo; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;semeia um desejo e colherás a acção; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;semeia a acção e colherás um hábito; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;semeia o hábito e colherás o carácter.&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;Tihamer Toth &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;PS: Aceito propostas para o título deste post...=) Fico à espera&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-164177281622189021?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/164177281622189021/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=164177281622189021' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/164177281622189021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/164177281622189021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/09/blog-post.html' title='Semear a felicidade!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuZny0wT3pI/AAAAAAAAADY/NwL1kN-mEnA/s72-c/ventodolente%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6833598812418268034</id><published>2007-09-10T14:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T14:54:46.795+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As palhaçadas da Ritinha!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuVMdkwT3oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bxrb6cunOd0/s1600-h/14-07-2007+079.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108573423287918210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuVMdkwT3oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bxrb6cunOd0/s320/14-07-2007+079.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/8219069784383518686-6833598812418268034?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6833598812418268034/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6833598812418268034' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6833598812418268034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6833598812418268034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/09/as-palhaadas-da-ritinha.html' title='As palhaçadas da Ritinha!!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuVMdkwT3oI/AAAAAAAAADQ/bxrb6cunOd0/s72-c/14-07-2007+079.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6795004156132446999</id><published>2007-09-07T22:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T22:10:46.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>???...O que quererá dizer...???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuG9skwT3mI/AAAAAAAAADA/kVTOzC4vuZ4/s1600-h/verao+2007+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuG9Z0wT3lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qMau_TGbrMI/s1600-h/verao+2007+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107571703770504786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuG9Z0wT3lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qMau_TGbrMI/s320/verao+2007+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Uma simples experiência que pode ter vários significados...agora a interpretação fica para cada um!!&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/8219069784383518686-6795004156132446999?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6795004156132446999/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6795004156132446999' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6795004156132446999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6795004156132446999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/09/o-que-querer-dizer.html' title='???...O que quererá dizer...???'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RuG9Z0wT3lI/AAAAAAAAAC4/qMau_TGbrMI/s72-c/verao+2007+064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-655720734485979163</id><published>2007-09-05T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:43:04.185+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Recomecei em grande!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rt7KM0wT3kI/AAAAAAAAACw/d84B5-2N_O4/s1600-h/JOVENS+V+C+2007+(139).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106741349153234498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rt7KM0wT3kI/AAAAAAAAACw/d84B5-2N_O4/s320/JOVENS+V+C+2007+(139).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uma mini paragem de caminho!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finalmente.. achei que era altura de recomeçar nesta aventura em k me pus!! E além disso tinha de recomeçar em grande e não poderia ser de melhor forma senão com uma aventura fantabulástica!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia 29 de Agosto levantei me às 4:15 da manhã para ir numa equipa de apoio a peregrinos, cujo o destino era Fátima, bem não sei bem para o que é que ia mas lá vai a Rita!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Após algumas distribuições de água, bolachas e de alguns incentivos chegou a hora de almoço. Depois de comer senti me com força e fui caminhar com eles, mal eu sabia o que me esperava, bem andei cerca de 17 km, ou seja de Mira até à Tocha, coisa que eu não me imaginava a fazer, mas fui capaz e também o era capaz de repetir as vezes que fosse necessárias principalmente com a mesma companhia... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegada a paragem para descanso restou me descarregar as malas que iam com chumbo dos senhores peregrinos e também arranjar as coisas para o jantar. Também é para isso que serve a equipa de Apoio. Depois de um jantarzinho feito à maneira pelo cozinheiro de serviço, foi a vez da Rita entrar em acção com as massagens, estava a ver que nunca mais ia dormir, mas lá acabou a sessão e os doentes ficaram mais relaxados. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No dia seguinte lá chegou a hora de preparar os pequenos almoços e carregar as malas e carregar também no acelerador até à próxima paragem. Passada a ponte da Figueira lá a Rita foi andar outra vez até aos Carvalhais, sítio onde se ia dormir. Nessa noite a Rita para variar teve de pôr mãos ao trabalho, tanto ao nível de comida como de massagens. Chegada a maldita hora de acordar... 5:45...tivemos de preparar os pequenos almoços e seguir viagem para mais uma paragem. Desta vez fui às compras, coisa que também era necessária ser feita, pois senão não havia almoço para ninguém. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Arrumadas as coisas de almoço estava pronta para mais uma caminhada e lá fui eu até ao sítio da dormida que eram as Colmeias. Nesse local já não era necessário fazer jantar pois era nos fornecido pela paróquia, coisa que nunca mais esqueceremos, pela maneira como fomos recebidos, alimentados e alojados. Chegou finalmente o dia 1 de Setembro, dia em que chegaríamos a Fátima e assim foi... Chegamos lá com uma força tão grande que os 6 km, que também eu fiz, não custou absolutamente nada. Quando estávamos na capelinha das aparições a rezar o terço muito sossegados tivemos uma grande surpresa a chegada do D. António Francisco, coisa que não estávamos à espera e que não esqueceremos. À noite chegou a vez de irmos na procissão das velas onde também não ia já há muitos anos e coisa que também gostei muito. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O dia de Domingo foi também muito bom e bem mais calmo pois já não era dia de caminho nem de fazer nenhuns km, bem pelo contrário era dia de irmos à Eucaristia e qual foi o nosso espanto, quando tal foi presidida pelo D. António Marcelino.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi muito bom e agradável ir nesta aventura e também ir naquela companhia, pois foi uma forma de além de não ir a caminhar saber o que é ir a Fátima a pé e de saber o que tanta gente passa todos os anos quando lá vai.... é complicado mas valeu muito a pena! Se me perguntassem se era capaz de lá ir outra vez a minha resposta seria que SIM, por isso quero agradecer a todos os que contribuíram para que este aventura fosse possível e também àqueles que além não irem rezaram pelos que foram, porque sem isso não seria possível chegar onde chegámos, a eles Muito Obrigado!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aproveitando a onda gostaria de mandar mtos beijinhos a todos os peregrinos, porque além de ninguém ter prometido conseguiram ter aquela força e aquela vontade de querer ir ter com a Nossa Mãe!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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/8219069784383518686-655720734485979163?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/655720734485979163/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=655720734485979163' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/655720734485979163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/655720734485979163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/09/recomei-em-grande.html' title='Recomecei em grande!!!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rt7KM0wT3kI/AAAAAAAAACw/d84B5-2N_O4/s72-c/JOVENS+V+C+2007+(139).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-3501022739425999965</id><published>2007-07-06T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:31:41.857+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O desafio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Ro5EHGtXGuI/AAAAAAAAACo/P43vbr5uXSs/s1600-h/sorriso[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084075918198512354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Ro5EHGtXGuI/AAAAAAAAACo/P43vbr5uXSs/s320/sorriso%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vamos então ao desafio...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 coisas que faço bem:&lt;/strong&gt; - dormir; passear; espreguiçar; adorar; ler; persuadir; concordar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 coisas que não faço bem:&lt;/strong&gt; - cuscar; discordar; desobedecer; contradizer; roer as unhas; fazer frente a alguém; cantar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 coisas que digo frequentemente:&lt;/strong&gt; - "ola, tudo bem?"; "olha quem é ela!"; "Achas?"; "Que cena!"; "Não tenho a certeza!"; "Estou sim!"; "Que preguiça!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 pessoas que admiro:&lt;/strong&gt; - Conheço muitas pessoas que admiro não só pela forma como se comportam comigo, mas também pelas acções que têm com outras pessoas, por isso iria esgotar as hipóteses... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora acho que já cumpri o desafio!!!!!!!!!!!&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/8219069784383518686-3501022739425999965?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3501022739425999965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=3501022739425999965' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3501022739425999965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3501022739425999965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/07/o-desafio.html' title='O desafio!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Ro5EHGtXGuI/AAAAAAAAACo/P43vbr5uXSs/s72-c/sorriso%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-3439227128349556423</id><published>2007-06-08T18:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T18:39:54.289+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma pequena paragem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RmmUOC3Z3KI/AAAAAAAAACg/uJ_Ht2fgQDM/s1600-h/pegadas-00[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073749424217906338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RmmUOC3Z3KI/AAAAAAAAACg/uJ_Ht2fgQDM/s320/pegadas-00%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;    &lt;em&gt; Após alguns dias, uns de estadia no hospital de Coimbra, outros de recuperação e ainda outros de atribulação de testes para recuperar a matéria perdida, resolvi dar continuidade a este livro... pois entenderia esta paragem como umas folhas brancas que apareceram devido a vários motivos. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;     Agora qui fica mais um texto que eu gosto muito! Além disso esta paragem foi uma das situações da minha Vida em que Ele me pegou ao colo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     Uma noite eu tive um sonho. Sonhei que estava andando na praia com o Senhor e através do Céu passavam cenas de minha vida. Para cada cena que passava, percebi que eram deixados dois pares de pegadas na areia; um era o meu, e o outro, do Senhor. Quando a última cena de minha vida passou diante de nós, olhei para trás, para as pegadas na areia, e notei que muitas vezes no caminho da minha vida havia apenas um par de pegadas na areia. Notei também que isso aconteceu nos momentos mais difíceis e angustiosos da minha vida. Isso aborreceu-me e então perguntei ao Senhor:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     - Senhor, Tu me disseste que, uma vez que eu resolvi Te seguir, Tu andarias sempre comigo, em todo o caminho. Contudo, notei que durante as maiores atribulações do meu viver, havia apenas um par de pegadas na areia. Não compreendo porque nas horas em que eu mais necessitava de Ti, Tu me deixaste sozinho. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     O Senhor me respondeu:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;     - Meu querido filho. Jamais te deixaria nas horas de prova e de sofrimento. Quando vistes na areia, só um par de pegadas, eram as minhas. Foi exactamente aí que eu te peguei ao colo...&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/8219069784383518686-3439227128349556423?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/3439227128349556423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=3439227128349556423' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3439227128349556423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/3439227128349556423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/06/uma-pequena-paragem.html' title='Uma pequena paragem!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RmmUOC3Z3KI/AAAAAAAAACg/uJ_Ht2fgQDM/s72-c/pegadas-00%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-2666842906891913629</id><published>2007-05-19T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T19:43:18.018+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Pai Amado!...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rk9E7sq11MI/AAAAAAAAACY/GJd1LGnd0WY/s1600-h/Praia%20do%20Cristo%20Rei[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066343898208916674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rk9E7sq11MI/AAAAAAAAACY/GJd1LGnd0WY/s320/Praia%2520do%2520Cristo%2520Rei%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Senhor és meu pastor!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me dás sempre tudo o que peço!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não te deixarei sempre t'amarei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;meu Pai sempre Amado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser teu (tua) filho (a) é um dom que deste,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por isso te agradeço tanto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A sorte que eu tenho em ter um pai assim&lt;br /&gt;Um Pai para quem hoje canto!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mil palavras, escrevia por Ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas o pensamento vale muito mais!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Contudo canto bem alto esta canção,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pois sei que Tu me dás Tua mão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir-me amada, é mesmo o suficiente,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;por Ti Meu Pai, que não me deixas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero muito, mesmo muito agradecer-te,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E por isso sempre louvado sejas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Com fé sinto, que irei sempre seguir-Te,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;è um caminho que Tu queres para mim!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Minha resposta é mesmo um SIM confirmado!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sempre um SIM para meu Pai Amado! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta foi uma canção que compus (tanto a letra como a música), apesar de não estar profissionalmente certa devido à métrica e a outras mais coisas, é um letra que um significado especial não por ser feita por mim, mas pela mensagem que transmite! Espero que seja de todo o vosso agrado.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já não postava á algum tempo, mas tive agora oportunidade e acho que retomei em grande!... &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/8219069784383518686-2666842906891913629?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/2666842906891913629/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=2666842906891913629' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2666842906891913629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/2666842906891913629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/05/meu-pai-amado.html' title='Meu Pai Amado!...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rk9E7sq11MI/AAAAAAAAACY/GJd1LGnd0WY/s72-c/Praia%2520do%2520Cristo%2520Rei%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6016816675505844561</id><published>2007-05-04T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T10:24:43.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflectir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RjuepZ15D-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TnYM-KfVSII/s1600-h/mercurysky_casado_big[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060813040429633506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RjuepZ15D-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TnYM-KfVSII/s320/mercurysky_casado_big%5B1%5D.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/_XaXUknVVMNY/RjuelJ15D9I/AAAAAAAAACI/n2-Xa-0c0Pk/s1600-h/calma-734290[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060812967415189458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RjuelJ15D9I/AAAAAAAAACI/n2-Xa-0c0Pk/s320/calma-734290%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fica o pensamento e a reflexão...&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/8219069784383518686-6016816675505844561?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6016816675505844561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6016816675505844561' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6016816675505844561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6016816675505844561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/05/refletir.html' title='Reflectir...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RjuepZ15D-I/AAAAAAAAACQ/TnYM-KfVSII/s72-c/mercurysky_casado_big%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-1198415229351082512</id><published>2007-04-25T11:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T11:51:19.638+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um revolução, uma verdadeira revolução!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Ri8yI515D5I/AAAAAAAAABo/JvWPQe0s0Jw/s1600-h/blog500_zzz_25abril01[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5057316035107557266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Ri8yI515D5I/AAAAAAAAABo/JvWPQe0s0Jw/s320/blog500_zzz_25abril01%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;25 de Abril... Dia de Liberdade!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dia em que adultos, crianças e idosos tiveram a certeza e não desistiram de lutar, lutar e lutar pela Liberdade! Não sei, e se calhar nem quero saber, se os jovens de hoje tinham a mesma coramgem e a mesma certeza que os valentes heróis de Abril tiveram! os antigos e os que assistiram falam em diversos pormenores, mas o que verdadeiramente importante foi o significado e as mudanças que este dia teve para as pessoas que não tinham a mínima liberdade e por isso nunca esquecerão este dia, este tão relembrado dia. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para os que não assistiram, resta ouvir os testemunhos e as complicações existentes nesse dia, pois acredito que é muito dificil de imaginar o que se passou nesse tão atribulado dia!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho a certeza que não irá ser preciso outra revolução como aquela ou pelo menos com o mesmo objectivo, mas se calhar será necessário uma remodelação no noso governo pois esse é k precisa de ter menos liberdade!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/8219069784383518686-1198415229351082512?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/1198415229351082512/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=1198415229351082512' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1198415229351082512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/1198415229351082512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/25-de-abril.html' title='Um revolução, uma verdadeira revolução!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Ri8yI515D5I/AAAAAAAAABo/JvWPQe0s0Jw/s72-c/blog500_zzz_25abril01%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-7365244640682788183</id><published>2007-04-21T14:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-21T14:38:13.248+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Somos simplesmente Um...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RioTWCJ30SI/AAAAAAAAABg/260EqM08RaY/s1600-h/abraÃ§o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055874800933130530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RioTWCJ30SI/AAAAAAAAABg/260EqM08RaY/s320/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ao passar a vida, eu sei,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que nem tudo vai ser como sonhei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ter caminho p’ra fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E um Plano, sem saber ser “Mais alguém”.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E vais ver, vais sentir, não precisas desistir&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando a Vida te pára e diz “Não!”&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pois Eu estou junto a ti, dou-te a&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Força que há em Mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu és mais do que “um só": somos Um!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos Um, somos Um... somos Um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos Um, somos Um... somos Um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Posso ser igual a mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou terei de desistir de ser assim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confiar no coração?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ou no Plano que Deus tem para mim?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mesmo os que aqui não estão, de ti esperam, com razão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;teu &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rumo tu estás a traçar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seres alguém, seres Feliz, porque “Alguém” assim o quis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seres um “mais” para ti: somos Um!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos Um, somos Um... somos Um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos Um, somos Um... somos Um&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somos Um, Eu e Tu, como a Terra e o Céu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Unidos pelo mesmo Sol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tu de ti vais colher o &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Orgulho de crescer...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E sorrires quando vires que&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;somos......Um!&lt;/em&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/8219069784383518686-7365244640682788183?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7365244640682788183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=7365244640682788183' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7365244640682788183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7365244640682788183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/somos-simplesmente-um.html' title='Somos simplesmente Um...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RioTWCJ30SI/AAAAAAAAABg/260EqM08RaY/s72-c/abra%C3%A7o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-7725666847300115673</id><published>2007-04-17T16:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T17:10:37.102+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo mesmo muito especial!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RiTxMBuXWTI/AAAAAAAAABM/IB6C_aXh3tI/s1600-h/jo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054429870740166962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RiTxMBuXWTI/AAAAAAAAABM/IB6C_aXh3tI/s320/jo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; A família do XXNN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No Domingo tive o prazer de estar com alguns elementos da minha família do XX NN, sim esse grande e muito especial para mim Nascer de Novo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nunca pensei que me sentisse tão bem estar a assistir ao encerramento, mesmo não sendo O NN o que eu participei, mas cantar com aquela força toda aquele maravilhoso Hino, foi muito bom, bom demais! Senti que ao estar em contacto com a minha família foi um reavivar da chama do Nascer de Novo... Não vou negar... acho que me fez muito bem, principalmente aqueles grandes e apertadinhos abraços que recebi naqueles pequenos e grandes minutos! Bem sei agora aquilo que os que participaram no XXI NN estão a sentir, uma sensação que não dá para explicar, mas que se sente cá dentro e se relembra todos os dias. É mesmo muito especial...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que tenha a oportunidade de encontrar mais vezes os elementos queridos da minha família, pois esses nunca esquecerei!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acreditem o XXNN está no meu coração! &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/8219069784383518686-7725666847300115673?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/7725666847300115673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=7725666847300115673' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7725666847300115673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/7725666847300115673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/algo-mesmo-muito-especial.html' title='Algo mesmo muito especial!'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RiTxMBuXWTI/AAAAAAAAABM/IB6C_aXh3tI/s72-c/jo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8037596665482846985</id><published>2007-04-13T21:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:57:38.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um relembrada experiência...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rh_t7RuXWSI/AAAAAAAAABE/UCzzF5ozb8U/s1600-h/passagem[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053018909558921506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rh_t7RuXWSI/AAAAAAAAABE/UCzzF5ozb8U/s320/passagem%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes vais olhar para trás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estás preso a um passado que pesou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quantas vezes vais ser tu capaz &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fazer sair quem por engano entrou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre a tua porta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenhas medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tens o mundo inteiro &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A espera para entrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De sorriso no rosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez o segredo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém te quer falar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Olha em frente e diz-me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aquilo que vês&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reflexos de quem conheces bem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ouve essa voz, é a tua voz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ai atenção e a razão que tens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre a tua porta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenhas medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tens o mundo inteiro à espera para entrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De sorriso no rosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez o segredoAlguém te quer falar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa o mundo girar para o lado que quer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não podes parar nem tens nada a perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estás de passagem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não leves a mal se te manda avançar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez seja o sinal que não podes parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estás de passagem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vai aonde queres &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser quem tu quiseres&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estende a tua mão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A quem vier por bem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Abre a tua porta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não tenhas medo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tens o mundo inteiro à espera para entrar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;De sorriso no rosto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez o segredo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alguém te quer falar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deixa o mundo girar para o lado que quer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não o podes parar nem tens nada a perder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estás de passagem,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não leves a mal se te manda avançar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talvez seja o sinal que não podes parar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estás de passagem…&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Só de passagem estou de passagem para outro lugar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Polo Norte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Decidi publicar esta música, porque hoje, sendo sexta feira 13, temos de deixar o mundo girar... Além disso esta música tem um significado especial para mim e para todos os que participaram no XXNN, a eles eu dedico esta música! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bjinhos para todos***&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&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/8219069784383518686-8037596665482846985?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8037596665482846985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=8037596665482846985' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8037596665482846985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8037596665482846985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/quantas-vezes-vais-olhar-para-trs-ests.html' title='Um relembrada experiência...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rh_t7RuXWSI/AAAAAAAAABE/UCzzF5ozb8U/s72-c/passagem%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6350939216304794293</id><published>2007-04-12T18:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T21:58:35.124+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma simples flor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rh5waRuXWRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EvOWaJ2z0OQ/s1600-h/vÃ¡rias+-+19-7+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5052599428693055762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rh5waRuXWRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EvOWaJ2z0OQ/s320/v%C3%A1rias+-+19-7+001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Foto da autoria de Rita Neves&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Às vezes, em dias de luz perfeita e exacta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Em que as coisas têm toda a realidade que podem ter,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pergunto a mim próprio devagar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque sequer atribuo eu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beleza às coisas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Uma flor acaso tem beleza?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tem beleza acaso um fruto?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não: têm cor e forma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E existência apenas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A beleza é o nome de qualquer coisa que não existe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que eu dou às coisas em troca do agrado que me dão.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não significa nada&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Então porque digo eu das coisas: são belas?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sim, mesmo a mim, que vivo só de viver,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Invisíveis, vêm ter comigo as mentiras dos homens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perante as coisas,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Perante as coisas que simplesmente existem.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que difícil ser próprio e não ser senão o visível.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alberto Caeiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/8219069784383518686-6350939216304794293?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6350939216304794293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6350939216304794293' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6350939216304794293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6350939216304794293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/uma-simples-flor.html' title='Uma simples flor...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/Rh5waRuXWRI/AAAAAAAAAA8/EvOWaJ2z0OQ/s72-c/v%C3%A1rias+-+19-7+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5073870100579685833</id><published>2007-04-10T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:28:28.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O regresso às aulas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhvXMhuXWQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJhfuU-OpW4/s1600-h/a_aulas[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051868017237383426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhvXMhuXWQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJhfuU-OpW4/s320/a_aulas%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegou o dia...&lt;br /&gt;É verdade, o primeiro dia do último período, ou seja, o regresso às aulas, a aproximação dos exames e o fim da férias da Páscoa!&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é que o ritmo voltou ao normal... o stress das 8:30 da manha, da 13:30 e o de fim de tarde! Tudo normal numa cidade como Aveiro!&lt;br /&gt;Por fim, quero desejar a todos os estudantes um bom início do período e que entrem com o pé direito!!!!...&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/8219069784383518686-5073870100579685833?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5073870100579685833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5073870100579685833' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5073870100579685833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5073870100579685833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/o-regresso-s-aulas.html' title='O regresso às aulas...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhvXMhuXWQI/AAAAAAAAAA0/bJhfuU-OpW4/s72-c/a_aulas%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-8859657822128534293</id><published>2007-04-09T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T19:29:56.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ergue-te ao Sol...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhpmDsZPiGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KXxyUfNe5qU/s1600-h/paisagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051462145692108898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhpmDsZPiGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KXxyUfNe5qU/s320/paisagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando acordares olha por mim,&lt;br /&gt;E em silêncio beija-me assim,&lt;br /&gt;Conta-me como é acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me o mundo pr’além do olhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vozes no mar que se escondem&lt;br /&gt;Com vergonha de te ver, talvez...&lt;br /&gt;Passo a vida sem acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Na corda bamba a vacilar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergue-te ao Sol,&lt;br /&gt;Vive cada dia como um só,&lt;br /&gt;Solta a tua voz,&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao acordar vejo-te a olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Para o fim do céu, lá junto ao mar,&lt;br /&gt;Contigo ri-me e encontrei&lt;br /&gt;As palavras certas para ser alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim vivi, acreditei,&lt;br /&gt;Nadei no Sol e no mar voei,&lt;br /&gt;Bastou ter fé e acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;E passo a passo, viver, amar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-8859657822128534293?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/8859657822128534293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=8859657822128534293' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8859657822128534293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/8859657822128534293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/ergue-te-ao-sol.html' title='Ergue-te ao Sol...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhpmDsZPiGI/AAAAAAAAAAs/KXxyUfNe5qU/s72-c/paisagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-5770002006294889510</id><published>2007-04-06T14:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T17:55:00.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma sexta feira santa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhZ5xsZPiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/slN_hMDaNCc/s1600-h/JESUS%20CAMINO%20AL%20CALVARIO[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5050357926780176466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhZ5xsZPiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/slN_hMDaNCc/s320/JESUS%2520CAMINO%2520AL%2520CALVARIO%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; A caminho do Calvário... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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;Num dia como este fica só uma breve explicação do significado de uma sexta-feira santa e a sua importância para os Cristãos católicos, como é o meu caso...&lt;br /&gt;Sexta-feira Santa trata-se da data em que o Cristianismo lembra a morte de Jesus Cristo após a sua crucificação no Calvário.&lt;br /&gt;A sexta-feira Santa é a última Sexta-feira antes da Páscoa. Nos registos religiosos, a ressurreição de Cristo aconteceu no primeiro domingo de lua cheia depois do equinócio de Outono no hemisfério sul.&lt;br /&gt;A partir do Domingo de Páscoa se conta quarenta e seis dias para trás para chegar à Quarta-Feira de Cinzas, início da Quaresma. Para a Igreja Católica, esta data marca o começo de um jejum de carne que se prolonga durante quarenta dias até a ressurreição de Cristo. Esse jejum está hoje reduzido a somente dois dias: a Quarta-feira de Cinzas (primeiro dia da Quaresma) e a Sexta-feira Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitando a época desejo a todos uma Santa e Feliz Páscoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-5770002006294889510?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/5770002006294889510/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=5770002006294889510' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5770002006294889510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/5770002006294889510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/num-dia-como-este-fica-s-uma-breve.html' title='Uma sexta feira santa...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhZ5xsZPiFI/AAAAAAAAAAk/slN_hMDaNCc/s72-c/JESUS%2520CAMINO%2520AL%2520CALVARIO%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6462145240164963856</id><published>2007-04-05T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T14:40:23.253+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O começo do dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhTYlcZPiDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4TF2llmqFVU/s1600-h/sonho[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049899219977996338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhTYlcZPiDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4TF2llmqFVU/s320/sonho%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Há um lugar longe de se ver&lt;br /&gt;Onde o azul passou&lt;br /&gt;Já conheci e por lá passei,&lt;br /&gt;Onde o sonho andou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordei num abraço o dia.&lt;br /&gt;Faço crescer a vontade só de olhar para trás,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não mudará mesmo o lugar, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ó o tempo o faz, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou andar, respirar a vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O sonho vai, o sonho é correr&lt;br /&gt;E mudar sem voltar para, o tempo de amar;&lt;br /&gt;É só deixar o mundo para trás, é só querer.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solto no ar este meu querer vivo e não mudou,&lt;br /&gt;Cresce o amor sente-se no céu o que já mudou;&lt;br /&gt;Sou um só ser que quer a vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-6462145240164963856?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6462145240164963856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6462145240164963856' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6462145240164963856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6462145240164963856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/h-um-lugar-longe-de-se-ver-onde-o-azul.html' title='O começo do dia...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhTYlcZPiDI/AAAAAAAAAAU/4TF2llmqFVU/s72-c/sonho%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8219069784383518686.post-6324790029705414423</id><published>2007-04-04T16:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-05T11:40:54.378+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um simples e profundo nascimento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhPCJsZPiCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1V1JWaj5dHo/s1600-h/bebe.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5049593079004104738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhPCJsZPiCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1V1JWaj5dHo/s320/bebe.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; O nascimento de um blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#996633;"&gt;A escolha do Título:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pensei num título que tivesse várias interpretações, bem como é o caso deste!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ser pequeno ou grande, ou seja, em estatura, em mente aberta ou não... em ser grande ou não ao nível profissional, social, mediático, artístico... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relativamente à estatura sou pikena! Mas este aspecto não é o mais importante, pois esse fica para descobrir! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Conto com todos os meus amigos e não amigos pra comentarem, trocarem opiniões ou simplesmente dar o incentivo de continuar...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Espero que este primeiro post seja o primeiro de muitos!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Um bem-haja pra todos os leitores deste blog!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8219069784383518686-6324790029705414423?l=oserdarita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/feeds/6324790029705414423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8219069784383518686&amp;postID=6324790029705414423' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6324790029705414423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8219069784383518686/posts/default/6324790029705414423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oserdarita.blogspot.com/2007/04/escolha-do-ttulo-pensei-num-ttulo-que.html' title='Um simples e profundo nascimento...'/><author><name>Rita*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17657909950379432648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XaXUknVVMNY/RhPCJsZPiCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1V1JWaj5dHo/s72-c/bebe.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
